From New York Times bestselling author Kay Hooper comes the story of a gambler who’s not all he seems—and the woman who teaches him what it means to risk everything. Jennifer Chantry’s life was upended when her father lost their family plantation, Belle Retour, in a foolish bet. And now that he’s passed away, Jennifer vows to reclaim what’s hers. Falling for a gambler—especially given her father’s weakness—wasn’t supposed to be in the cards. But the dashing, dark-eyed hustler who rolls into town for a high-stakes poker game awakens Jennifer’s deepest desires, even before he offers his services in a bold plan to win back her home.
Dane Prescott isn’t a professional gambler—he’s a federal agent investigating rumors surrounding the scoundrel who swindled an innocent family out of Belle Retour. Used to going deep undercover, Dane knows how to play with other people’s money. But when he teams up with the blond beauty bent on revenge, he learns just how much he stands to lose if he can’t do right by her. Now Dane will need all the tricks up his sleeve to win his biggest score yet: Jennifer’s wounded heart.
Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.
Release date:
September 1, 2015
Publisher:
Loveswept
Print pages:
158
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He was a rotund little man, an unashamed paunch straining the seams of his tailored vest. Shiny wing-tipped shoes were on his small feet. He had a great leonine head with a cherub’s face, small brightly twinkling eyes, and pouty lips. He was very much a caricature of a strutting bantam rooster pleased with his own importance; few of the people he casually encountered would see more than a vain little man.
There were those who knew better. A small number, certainly. They had learned their lesson, and knew that the man who called himself Hagen was as harmless as a battleship, as innocent as a shark in bloody waters, as foolish and inconsequential as an atomic bomb. They knew, in fact, that he possessed a Machiavellian mind of frightening ruthlessness, an absolute vision of justice, and an inability to give up even when the cause seemed lost.
And he was a rotten loser.
On this clear summer afternoon he was harshly reprimanding one of his newest men. “You were unforgivably clumsy. You set off an alarm that roused the entire building. Your orders were to verify that Josh Long had not returned to his apartment—and that was all! You were not told to attempt entry of the apartment.”
Brady Seton had been a marine; he had grown up in one of the roughest sections of Chicago; and no one had ever called him a timid man. But now, standing stiffly before his boss’s desk, he felt decidedly shaky. He had loused up badly, and he knew it; his first, relatively simple, assignment as an operative in the agency Hagen ran looked as though it would be his last.
“Excuses?” Hagen inquired sharply.
Seton knew what excuses were worth. “No, sir.”
“Then draw your pay.”
Seton left.
In general, Hagen was rarely hard on the people under his control. Manipulative, yes, but not unfair. However, he was in a bad mood, and had been for some time now. His plans were in disarray, he had just been passed over for the position of director of the FBI, and his small agency had suffered a number of losses in manpower over the past two years. In fact, he had lost his two best agents, and those people he had occasionally borrowed from other agencies had suddenly become unavailable to him.
And, worst of all, Hagen’s greatest plan seemed to be in ruins about his ears. His idea—brilliant, he had thought—had been to fake a kidnapping of Josh Long, an exceedingly wealthy and powerful man, for the express purpose of sending Long’s impressive security force, his very talented wife (one of Hagen’s former agents), and his friends after the man Hagen had intended to implicate in the kidnapping—an international terrorist known simply as Adrian.
Adrian, once leader of the terrorist group called the Final Legion, was the single criminal Hagen had gone after but not succeeded in capturing. The failure was a raw wound to his vanity.
His plan would have worked, Hagen knew. Raven Long had been one of Hagen’s best agents, and the people surrounding her and her husband were a highly talented group perfectly capable of tracking down Adrian and capturing him. It would have worked. But Hagen had been forced to be extremely careful, because all those people had strongly developed survival instincts. And he had been forced to employ agents who were not the best.
Josh Long, born and bred in a world where his great wealth and power made him a constant target, had very good instincts indeed. Somehow, he had realized another attempt was about to be made. He and the key men on his team had vanished weeks ago, leaving no trail, and leaving Hagen hamstrung.
And things had gone from bad to worse. Seton, a new agent, had botched his job, and Hagen had to assume the idiot had left fingerprints. Raven would waste no time in having those checked out. And she could. Long Enterprises had the best nonofficial information network Hagen had ever seen. She would get Seton’s name within hours. Hagen’s only comfort was that Seton’s name had not been linked in any way with his own.
Small comfort.
He was left waiting for something to happen, and Hagen hated waiting. He was also uneasily aware that, for the first time in his checkered career, he might well have underestimated his prey. He had not hesitated to make use of the talents of Josh Long and members of his group in the past. Of course not a single member of that inner circle had ever been his target. And, though he had often misled one or the other of them, they had clearly understood his motives.
This time, he doubted they would.
Hagen had always been the dog, never the fox. He had never even considered the feelings of that hunted creature.
Now, he did.
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