Killer Secrets

Mass Market Paperback | March 4, 2008

byLora Leigh

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The new, sexy Navy SEAL novel from New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh

THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE

As the illegitimate son of Diego Fuentes, Ian Richards faces danger at every turn. Neither his father nor his fellow Navy SEALs knows which side he's fighting for-or against. Which is exactly how the game must be played.until Agent Porter enters the picture.

STIRS HER DESIRE FOR LIVING

Kira Porter, undercover agent for the Department of Homeland Security, shadows Ian on his journey. She thinks she can see the real man beneath Ian's bad-boy exterior.but the ever-elusive Ian keeps her guessing at every turn. Is his goal to protect the Fuentes cartel from French terrorists? Or to do his father in for good? The only thing Kira does know is that her attraction to Ian is a time-bomb waiting to explode. With time running out on the Fuentes mission, she and Ian are drawn ever close to the edge of desire-and even closer into the line of fire.

"An evocative and captivating read."-Romance Junkies on Hidden Agendas

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The new, sexy Navy SEAL novel from New York Times bestselling author Lora LeighTHE FIGHT OF HIS LIFEAs the illegitimate son of Diego Fuentes, Ian Richards faces danger at every turn. Neither his father nor his fellow Navy SEALs knows which side he's fighting for-or against. Which is exactly how the game must be played.until Agent Port...

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THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE As the illegitimate son of Diego Fuentes, Ian Richards faces danger at every turn. Neither his father nor his fellow Navy SEALs knows which side he's fighting for--or against. Which is exactly how the game must be played...until Agent Porter enters the picture. STIRS HER DESIRE FOR LIVING Kira Porter, undercover a...

Lora Leigh is the author of Live Wire, Forbidden Pleasure, and Enigma, among many others. Writing is her passion, her peace, and her lifeline, and she can often be found daydreaming and plotting and planning with the varied characters that fill her imagination. When she isn't writing, she tends her flower gardens, watches horses romp ...

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Format:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 6.86 × 4.24 × 1.04 inPublished:March 4, 2008Publisher:St. Martin's PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0312939949

ISBN - 13:9780312939946

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Killer secrets A great book always keeping on your toes a deffinate great read
Date published: 2014-09-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Killer secrets It keeps getting better.
Date published: 2014-06-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Killer secrets Lora outdoes herself every time! Steamy hot scenes, at the edge of your seat suspense and the characters that come to life! Outstanding every single time!
Date published: 2013-09-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from OH YEAH, THIS IS A GOOD ONE Wow, Lora Leigh has outdone herself with this exciting addition to the Tempting Seals/Elite-Ops series and you won't want to miss this erotic thrill ride. Containing non-stop action and enough intrigue, twists and steamy drama that you won't be sure who's playing who until the last few pages. And sexy, oh my. This is possibly the hottest LL I've ever read and that's saying quite a lot! Ian and Kira literally burn up the pages as they each strive for dominance in a cat and mouse relationship fated from the onset. Ever since Ian Richards abandoned the Navy Seals to lead his father's drug cartel there's been a `small' price on his head. It seems everyone wants him dead these days. His former team consider him a traitor and then there's the rival cartels and assorted terrorist groups who all want a shot at him. Ian can't afford to let anyone get close; until the spirited Kira Porter enters the scene. This pair has been dancing around a relationship since the last book HIDDEN AGENDAS, never quite getting the opportunity to act on the growing chemistry between them. Ian definitely doesn't have the time or patience to get involved with Kira now even though she might be the only one he can trust to cover his back and help him complete his mission. She's arrived just in time though because the lines are starting to blur between right and wrong, is Ian becoming the drug lord he came here to kill? Kira, AKA the chameleon is the secret weapon of the DHS. Bold and passionate she's a master of disguise, able to blend in and assume any persona, anywhere. No one's ever been able to trace her movements except Ian who instinctively always seems to know who she is. Believing Ian to be deep undercover Kira has come to Aruba with a mission of her own, but is she already too late? And will she be able to complete her agenda, ultimately betraying Ian now that her heart is involved? Now that I've given you the basic plot I can tell you that Ian and Kira also have a lot of sex, a lot of really good, explicit sex. Lora Leigh, the master of the bedroom scene has managed to hook this couple up nearly every second page. Which you might think would get tedious but LL manages to make each love scene just different and exciting enough to keep you gasping. I loved watching their story unfold, as each forces the other to open their hearts, taking their relationship to new and exciting levels. Drawing heavily on plotlines established in HIDDEN AGENDAS (book2) people are rarely who they seem in KILLER SECRETS. As well as the power struggles between Ian and Kira we're introduced to several interesting secondary characters including the inner workings of the well written Diego Fuentes as Ian`s cartel leading father. I had surprising empathy for him by the end as he struggled to gain his sons love. Durango team remains on the fringes throughout as they try to figure out Ian's motives and fans will delight in the tidbits thrown at us regarding these past heroes from the series. The ending contains a spectacular shootout and even though you know its coming I couldn't wait to see how things would play out. This series just gets better and better and thankfully the editing here is also somewhat improved. There's still a few small mistakes and Kira removes her shoes twice in one scene but as a whole this is a great read. Nathan Malone's story is up next in WILDCARD and this is not to be missed, my favourite from the series.
Date published: 2009-08-09

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PrologueSlipping into the icu unit of the private military hospital wasn’t an easy task. It would be considered insane from most men’s point of view. Even a SEAL’s. But that was exactly what former Lieutenant Ian Richards of the Navy SEALs did.Under the cover of night, he managed to slip into the hospital, make his way to the ICU, and wait until the guard at Nathan Malone’s door dozed off before he slipped in, in the guise of an orderly.His first sight of his friend nearly stole his breath.Sweet Jesus. Nathan was in so many damned casts and wrapped in so many bandages he looked more like a mummy than a man. But it was a far sight easier on the eyes than the naked, ravaged SEAL they had dragged out of Fuentes’s compound four months before.Tortured, beaten, sliced and diced. His face had been so disfigured it was hard to tell he was human, let alone the friend Ian had known for the better part of his life.How the hell Nathan had survived the nineteen months in Fuentes’s care, Ian couldn’t even imagine. Drugged constantly on the powerful date rape drug known as whore’s dust, and encouraged repeatedly to rape the women brought to him, Nathan had lived in hell. The reports they had gathered indicated he had never taken one of the women locked in the cells with him, but the doctors and psychologists working with him said he might never recover from the amount of drugs pumped into his system.Ian knew better. Nathan was strong. Too damned strong to let Fuentes win like this. But he had to be certain.Even after the months Ian had been away, been considered a betrayer, a Judas to his friends, and marked as a deserter by the U.S. government, Ian had had to return to assure himself Nathan would survive.Ian moved to the bed, sliding between it and the curtain that had been pushed back to allow the guards to see all but a very small section of the area. Right by Nathan’s head. His covered, wrapped head.“Damn, buddy, do you think they have you wrapped up tight enough?” he asked his friend, knowing Nathan couldn’t hear him. Wishing he could.Hell, somehow he had gotten used to being on the inside of a team, rather than fighting alone to survive. He had gotten used to the men he fought with, had grown to trust them, only to learn at the end of it, he was fighting alone once again.Long ago, Nathan and his family had saved Ian and his mother’s life. On a cold desert night, with only his screams of rage surrounding him, a boy and his father had found him, saved him and his dying mother, and given Ian a friendship he had never known before that.And now, when his friend awoke, he would believe that friendship had been betrayed.He grimaced at the thought of it, his jaw tightening in rage at the situation he had been forced into. Because of blood. Because sometimes, a man could do nothing about where he came from, he could only control where he went. And where Ian was heading, Nathan or Durango team couldn’t go.Ian could only go alone.“We had a wild ride huh, bro,” he whispered, his voice nearly silent, but the breath of the words easing a part of him.Nathan was unconscious, comatose, but somehow, knowing the words were whispering past his lips eased Ian. Maybe, just maybe, his friend would hear a part of them, know, understand, that beneath the near silent whisper was the truth. It had been a wild ride, and now it was over.He reached out, let his fingers touch his friend’s shoulder as a grin tugged at his lips.Nathan “Irish” Malone. All smiles and wild blue eyes, a man who as a boy had saved his life.“Hell of a way to repay you,” he breathed out softly. “But what’s that old saying? Blood will tell?”That was what Nathan used to say. When the chips were down, when everything was going from sugar to shit, he would flash that reckless smile, look at Ian, and laugh in his face. “Blood will tell, ole son.” And they would go out fighting hell-for-leather because Ian’s blood might be tainted with evil, but his heart was one hundred percent red-blooded American Navy Seal. That was Nathan’s belief in him. What would he believe when he awoke? Ian wondered.“Get strong, Irish,” he said then. “You always were the wild card of the group, show ’em you’re tougher, stronger than what put you here. Then look me up.”He tightened his fingers on his friend’s shoulder, then slowly eased the grip, his head lifting as the hairs along the nape of his neck stood up in warning.The sound was no more than a breath. Just enough. Not a shuffle, no more than cloth against flesh in the most subtle flexing of muscle.His teeth flashed in a grin as his weapon dropped from the sleeve of his jacket to his palm. And it didn’t whisper. There was no catch of metal over flesh. It was silent. Still.There were some people that a man just had to give credit for trying. This was one of them. He knew where the body stood now, that subtle shift had been all he needed. He knew where and he knew who. Instinct and something more. A part of a man that knew a woman in a way that made no sense. An underlying certainty, as though a part of him knew a part of her no matter where they found each other. No matter the disguise she used.Of course, it didn’t help her cause that Ian had recognized something about her that no one else had. A delicate turn of pretty ears, a particular slant and curve of pretty earlobes. If a man wanted to take the time to memorize every shape and turn of her face as Ian had before that first mission where he met her, then he would have seen it.Her picture had been given to them before a particular mission she was working. She wore one of many disguises; they had been warned to watch out for a woman who never looked the same. Ian had managed to identify the one thing that never changed though. Those pretty ears. That and a wicked, teasing glint in her eyes, no matter their color.One of these days he was going to have to call her on that tease. He was going to have to fulfill the promise her eyes had made during the weeks they had put in together on a past mission.He slid past the bathroom door, careful to let the sleeve of his jacket slide across the wall, to alert her to the fact that he was leaving the room.He let the door open, stepped out, then grimaced and shook his head as the guard glanced toward him, as though he had forgotten something. He held up a finger with abashed embarrassment then stepped back inside. Silently.The door swished closed. And he waited.He was patient. She was smart.He would have smiled, but so much as a twitch would be enough to warn her he was there. She was as smooth as fine whisky, as adept at her job as he was at his.So he waited. And the patience paid off. The bathroom door edged open, and sure as hell, there she was. Like the sun edging over the mountain. Like a clear breeze easing through the stench he could sometimes feel gathering around him.When he moved, he realized he was almost too slow. Or she was almost that fast. His hand went over her lips, his body braced, pushing hers against the wall face-first, his free hand pressing the barrel of his weapon against her neck warningly.She didn’t make a sound. Damn her. She didn’t even fight him. She relaxed into his body instead. Her rounded buttocks cushioned his hips, her shoulders curved against the wall, and she bared the slender line of her neck as his lips pressed close.Hair that should have been long and black was cut close and blond. Gray eyes were hazel, clear silky flesh had a coarse appearance. There was nothing of the woman he had seen on his last mission, or the mission he had found her on before that. The Chameleon was as ever-changing as a woman’s emotions.“I like the black hair better,” he whispered at her ear. “And the gray eyes. Natural, weren’t they, sugar?” He rubbed his nose against the ultrasoft lobe of her ear.Her tongue flicked against his palm, almost surprising him, almost making him drop his guard. He chuckled softly at her ear instead and felt the smile against his hand.“You shouldn’t be here.” He laid his forehead against her shoulder. “A man should be able to say goodbye to a buddy without an audience, don’t you think?”She looked back at him, hazel eyes cool. There was no fear there. No anger. No impatience. But beneath the calculating chill there was a hidden flame. One he never failed to respond to.“Wrong time, wrong place.” He stared back at her as she watched him over her shoulder. “Wrong life.”He let himself experience the feel of her for just a few seconds more, long enough to let the regret in his gaze telegraph to hers. Long enough to watch the flicker of indecision in her eyes. That second where he knew she was weighing her options and her escape.“I’ll miss you,” he breathed against her ear. “I’ll miss you more than you know, Kira.”A deft move of his hands, just the right pressure, and a second later she slumped against him, thick lashes drifting over her eyes as darkness closed over her mind.Ian swung her in his arms, lifted her from the floor, and stepped to the chair on the other side of the room. He placed her there, cushioning her head with a spare pillow against the back of the cushions and brushing the blond bangs back from her face with regret.Wrong place, wrong time, wrong life. Because blood would tell. And this time, the hated blood that ran through his veins was telling in ways he had never imagined possible. Copyright © 2008 by Lora Leigh. All rights reserved.

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