PRAISE FOR
ONLY
“Dimon turns genre expectations upside down in this blisteringly hot erotic suspense sequel . . . Dimon’s ability to weave together such strong, engaging plots is commendable, and her characters are surprising, complex and sensual. With a subplot as addictive as the main arc, this is a sequel—and a series—that simply should not be missed.”
—RT Book Reviews
“This entertaining cast of whip-smart, sardonic former felons will keep readers turning the pages for the sex and the snark alike.”
—Library Journal, starred review
PRAISE FOR
MERCY
“Everything I want in a book by HelenKay Dimon—emotional, sexy and smart.”
—New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis
“From the first page I was hooked. Captivating, steamy, with an intriguing hero and heroine, Mercy is one of the best books I’ve read this year.”
—New York Times bestselling author Vivian Arend
“Masterful. Edgy. Hot, hot, hot. Read this now.”
—Alison Kent, bestselling author
“Dimon turns up the heat in this sizzling romantic thriller . . . Perfect for readers who appreciate intense intrigue and very erotic romance with overtones of questionable consent.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Romantic suspense fans should give this one a try. I think you won’t be disappointed.”
—Fiction Vixen
“Dimon writes an engaging story . . . Enough tension and hot sex to keep readers who like it that way happily turning pages . . . Hot and bold in a hard-shell-over-a-soft-center kind of way that romance fans will find sexy, fun and satisfying.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“Dimon pulls off a rare balancing act, successfully blending a taut, intriguing caper with a searing, unsettling and profoundly compelling romance.”
—RT Book Reviews
PRAISE FOR HELENKAY DIMON
“She’s a delight.”
—New York Times bestselling author Christina Dodd
“Sharp writing and plenty of sexy romantic sizzle.”
—Chicago Tribune
“HelenKay Dimon is a genius.”
—Joyfully Reviewed
“So smart, sexy and fast-paced, I devour her stories.”
—New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster
“Sexy, emotional, funny . . . Dimon gives it all to her readers . . . [This] shouldn’t be missed.”
—New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis
“The sex is steamy. The repartee is witty. There are some things in life you can just depend on, thank goodness.”
—Dear Author
“I didn’t want to stop reading.”
—Smart Bitches, Trashy Books
“Dimon’s fresh new series is enjoyable, and the plot will appeal to many different readers. By turns funny and romantic, the sexual tension between the main characters is portrayed perfectly.”
—RT Book Reviews
Titles by HelenKay Dimon
MERCY
ONLY
MINE
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Dimon, HelenKay.
Mine / HelenKay Dimon. — Heat trade paperback edition.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-0-425-28209-0 (softcover)
1. Man-woman relationships—Fiction. 2. Sexual dominance and submission—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3604.I467M56 2015
813'.6—dc23
2015016678
PUBLISHING HISTORY
Heat trade paperback edition / October 2015
Cover photo of sexy man © Tankist 276 / Shutterstock.
Cover design by Diana Kolsky.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
Praise for HelenKay Dimon
Titles by HelenKay Dimon
Title Page
Copyright
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
About the Author
ONE
Tuesday at six fifteen. That’s when Gabe MacIntosh’s patience officially expired.
He’d been listening to Natalie Udall argue her case for over an hour. The woman sure could talk. She sat in the office chair and swiveled the seat back and forth. Tapped her fingernails against the conference room table. Ignored the water bottle he put in front of her more than thirty minutes ago while she battled every point he made. Treated him to her whole I’m-a-pissed-off-woman routine while repeatedly making it clear she thought she was in charge.
Smart and sexy but so wrong.
“Are you almost done?” he asked, hoping to wrap up the discussion and move on to the protection part of the program. He had to get to work. Much more non-bodyguard time alone with her and it would be a race to see which one exploded first, his brain or his dick.
The whole mind-wandering thing was new to him. He’d never had trouble concentrating or staying focused during an operation. He’d been trained by the best. An untold amount of government money had been spent, years consumed, honing his skills and turning him into an ace sniper. He could hunker down in a field for hours with hostiles lurking nearby, almost stepping on him, and never make a sound. Not until he was ready. Not until he decided to unleash a rash of fury and fire.
With her, something shifted. He noticed too much. Thought about her when he should have been concentrating only on her safety. Everything about her reeled him in. The straight long blond hair he dreamed about wrapping around his hand while he entered her. The way her slight southern accent slipped in when she rushed her words or got really pissed off.
The first time they met she wore a suit. The skirt had hit just above her knees and had his brain misfiring as he dreamed about running his palms up those pale thighs. Wrapping those lean legs around his waist. Today, weeks later, she wore pants, but the impact on him didn’t lessen one bit.