Изменить стиль страницы

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

Mine _1.jpg

Mine _2.jpg

An imprint of Penguin Random House LLC

375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014

This book is an original publication of Penguin Random House LLC.

Copyright © 2015 by HelenKay Dimon.

Penguin supports copyright. Copyright fuels creativity, encourages diverse voices, promotes free speech, and creates a vibrant culture. Thank you for buying an authorized edition of this book and for complying with copyright laws by not reproducing, scanning, or distributing any part of it in any form without permission. You are supporting writers and allowing Penguin to continue to publish books for every reader.

Heat and the “HEAT” design are trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

For more information, visit penguin.com.

eBook ISBN: 978-0-698-19851-7

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.

Mine _3.jpg

Version_1

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.