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Some people travel into war zones for reasons other than conflict. In More Than Strangers, Jason Reynolds is a security specialist whose job involves protecting people who venture into dangerous places. One of them is Nulli O’Hara, a stubborn public health worker he had a one-night stand with six months before. Pakistan throws them a few curve balls, but there’s nothing like multiple near-death experiences to motivate two pigheaded lovers to admit how they feel.

Giveaway: I’m giving away a copy this book as part of the event (and if you already have it, you can pick from my backlist). All you need to do is leave a comment answering this question: What color is Jason’s SUV? (Hint: The answer is in the excerpt.)

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And now for a sneak peek…

Warm air washed over her, but she felt a sudden chill that had nothing to do with the weather. It was as if pinpricks of ice had formed over her skin. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She scanned the front of the mall. The wide-open concrete plaza usually had a small crowd milling about. Today there was no one—not even the shotgun-toting guards were at their usual post. The twenty or so yards that separated the mall entrance from the street was deserted.

She felt a sudden surge of adrenaline. Her heart beat a frantic rhythm, and her foot took an automatic step back. Something felt wrong. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but every nerve in her body told her to run.

A large warm hand spanned her lower back and pushed her forward. “Keep moving.”

She would recognize that voice anywhere. “Jason?”

She tried to twist around, but he was pushing her hard enough that she would trip if she didn’t walk forward.

His next words sent a chill down her spine. “They’re watching you. See the black SUV parked out front? That’s where we’re headed. Slow and steady, sweetheart, we don’t want them to make a move before we get there.”

Survival instincts kicked in. Her steps quickened to a march. The distance between her and the car felt like a vast desert expanse. “What’s going on?” Her voice was more high-pitched than she would have liked, but these were extenuating circumstances.

“I’ve got no fucking clue.” He positioned his body in front of her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two men on a motorcycle whip around the corner. A moment later, they hopped the curb. The one in the back was holding what looked like an automatic weapon. He lifted his arms and aimed in their direction.

Jason cursed and shoved her to the ground. “Stay down.” Her gaze remained fixed on her savior. She didn’t know how a pistol came to be in his hand, but he was firing a moment later. Screeching wheels and the sound of metal crunching against concrete followed. She caught the scent of gasoline and blood.

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