Fontana's Trouble by T.C. Archer Tour Book Spotlight
Fontana's
Trouble by T.C. Archer
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Genre: Science Fiction
Romance
Enforcer Fontana Marks vacations undercover until she can testify against the Track Cartel for crimes against the Galactic Coalition. But the cartel is hiding something, and Fontana intends to find out what—then make them pay for murdering Jenny, the young scientist she failed to protect while on assignment on Rigil IV.
The last thing Fontana
intends to do while vacationing incognito on the fantasy resort Sagitariun is
follow the advice of her superior. “Rest, recuperate, and find a man.”
But how can a woman
resist a blond, blue-eyed man streaking naked in public?
And why can’t she to get
rid of the damned trench coat she stole?
~Excerpt~
The man shifted, and the
loose-fitting white shirt went taut across his broad shoulders. Memory of his
tanned skin and steel muscle hit like a thunderbolt, and Fontana’s stomach did
a flip.
He grinned, a sure sign
he knew he was being viewed through a one-way door. Desire rippled through her
on a slow, sure wave that promised heart-stopping pleasure. She’d known
good-looking men. Ray, her last serious relationship five years ago, had been
gorgeous. She’d been mad for him, but the man standing outside her door had a
quality about him that made her want to snuggle up against him and fall asleep.
Fontana snorted. Her
body would disagree. Right now that part of her throbbed with an insistent
desire to bed him—hard. Maybe then the flutter in her heart would have a say,
and she’d fall asleep wrapped in his arms. That would be a welcome change to
the sleepless nights she’d spent since Jenny’s death. It would be a temporary
fix, but she could use at least one good night’s rest.
She sighed. First she’d
better deal with the damned raincoat and find out how the naked man had escaped
the shock troopers. Then there was the little matter of how he’d found out
where she was staying.
Fontana rose and
smoothed the form-fitting blouse and poly-cotton slacks she wore. “Open door,”
she said, and the door dematerialized.
His stare slid down her
body, and her nipples tightened to a delicious discomfort—and one he couldn’t
miss under the millipore fabric of her top.
“Well, Mr. Long John.”
His blue eyes returned
to her face. “Long John?”
She stepped aside and
motioned him in. “Last time I saw you, your long johnson was standing at
attention.”
He entered, and the door
rematerialized behind him. “Give him a minute, and he’ll be at your command
again.”
“What are you doing
here?”
He wrapped an arm around
her waist. “You said to look you up.”
She spun out of his
grasp and backed up. “How did you find me?”
“Spacer Jack’s is
brimming with information.”
He was right. She’d
figured that out the first time she’d walked in. Even a benign resort like Club
Sagitariun had a dark side. Proof stood right in front of her in all its
masculine glory. No. All his masculine glory had been long, hard, and ready to
go in the alley. Damn shock troopers. Ten more minutes and she would have had a
quick hard ride on his steel rod.
He continued to advance.
She retreated. “Where’s
my raincoat?”
He grasped her hand.
“What do you need with a man’s raincoat?”
“The owner is looking
for it.”
“Forget about him.” He
stepped closer.
“Can’t.”
“I came to thank you for
the coat. Let me buy you breakfast.”
Some offer—and not what
she had in mind for jump-starting a morning that had begun four hours ago for
her.
“It’s not my coat,” she
said.
“We’ll find the owner
and thank him—later. We have some unfinished business.”
Heat radiated from his
body. Her pulse sped up. The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened. Her
calves made contact with the bed. He stepped closer, grasped her hand, and
pressed her palm over his heart.
Fontana ignored the
warmth spreading through her and locked gazes with him. “What did those shock
troopers want?”
He shrugged. “Never
found out.”
“They never caught you.”
“I had to elude them so
I could be here.”
That had a certain logic
she liked.
His fingers gently
tightened over the hand still pressed against his heart. “You’ve got my heart
beating like crazy.”
She noted the hard
muscle of his chest, under which only a regular heartbeat thumped, and pulled
her hand away. “It’s not nice to lie.”
“I’m hurt.”
She wanted to laugh. He
actually did look hurt.
“Don’t tell me you’ve
forgotten all that we’ve shared,” he said.
Now she did laugh.
Fontana was startled at the unexpected relief she felt. She hadn’t laughed
since setting foot on Rigil IV. He cut off her thoughts by pulling her against
him. His mouth crashed down onto hers. The hard ridge of his arousal dug into
her stomach. She could almost believe she had a special effect on him. Almost.
But that erection was just a little too ready—a little too eager—to belong to
anyone but a working man.
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~About the Author~
T. C. Archer is
comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey. They live
in the Northeast. Evan has a Ph.D. in electrical engineering, and Shawn is a
small business owner. Their collaboration began on a lark with the post WWII
film noir story The Pickle My Little Friend, and has evolved into over a dozen
works, which includes their new series The Phenom League, the Blood Angels
series, and Daphne Du Maurier winner, the romantic thriller For His Eyes Only.
~Giveaway~
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