Release date: February 1, 2016
When a mission goes sideways and leaves seasoned spy Arabella Nox with valuable information and a terrorist on her heels, she seeks out the one person on earth she hopes won’t betray her: the husband she hasn’t spoken to in years.
Felix Ibarra thought he’d put his past behind him, so he’s shocked when Arabella shows up naked in his bed, warning him of an imminent threat. Then, to make things worse, she gets a job with his firm, Wyn Security, behind his back. It’s clear there’s more to her story, but trust doesn’t come easily to either of them.
Can Felix and Arabella work together to banish a mutual enemy, or will the deep emotions that tore them apart the first time be their undoing once again?
This sexy cat-and-mouse game between former lovers will keep you on your toes all the way to the surprising ending.
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Dana Volney lets her imagination roam free in Wyoming where she writes romances and helps local businesses succeed with her marketing consulting company. Find Dana Volney at www.DanaVolney.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter @VolneyVentures.
An excerpt from Protecting His Heart:
Felix Ibarra threw his keys on the catchall surface by his front door. His new Wyn Security office in the Prince Industries building was comfortable, but he’d had to get the hell out of there. It had been a week of meetings, vetting locations, and setting up cameras around the perimeter. While he didn’t mind the bodyguard work, what he really wanted was some peace and quiet.
He paused in the darkness of his apartment’s small entryway. The air was off; something wasn’t right. His eyes darted in all directions, but he couldn’t see anything. He wasn’t alone; he could feel it. This thief picked the wrong place and the wrong target to mess with. He drew his side arm and waited for his eyes to adjust to his surroundings.
He moved farther into the living room and listened. But it wasn’t what he heard, it was what he smelled that made his heart beat faster. Oh hell to the no. Pulsations of soft amber floated in the air. Fu-uck. Here we go again.
His gut flopped, and he forgot to exhale the scent he knew too well. Why would she be here, in his apartment, now? He’d never admit it to anyone, but he kept tabs on her schedule. He needed to know her whereabouts so they didn’t accidentally run into each other.
I can’t locate her. The last time he’d reached out to ping her location was a couple months ago and that’s what he’d been told. He’d figured it had been because she was undercover. He had to avoid her. It was his only line of defense when it came to Arabella Nox.
He let his Glock fall to his side. He wasn’t going to shoot anyone tonight. Probably. If she were there to kill him, he’d already be dead. Not that she hadn’t tried in the past, but the woman always learned from her mistakes. He wished he could say the same.
The only question in his mind was whether or not the Italian vixen from his past would be sleeping, awake, and/or naked. And fuck him that he didn’t know which one he was rooting for. He headed for his bedroom on instinct.
His bedroom door was wide open, and he stopped short of his king-size bed.
“Took you long enough.” Her sultry voice cut through the darkness. “I could’ve shot you five times already.”
“Arabella,” he ground out and took a step back. She was, indeed, naked. “Get out of my bed.”
“There’s a sentence I don’t hear … mmm, ever.” Sheets swished, and he could make out her curvy silhouette. She found a robe he didn’t know he owned and draped it around her dark olive skin, careful to leave a shoulder bare.
“Why are you here?” He didn’t actually want to ask, but, fuck, she was in his bed naked and hadn’t picked a fight yet. They either fought or made love—there was rarely an in-between when it came to their relationship.
“An old friend can’t stop in for a visit?” She took a step toward him.
“I don’t think visit is in your wheelhouse.” He backed out of his room and into the open spread of the living room/kitchen area. “Tell me why you’re here.” He couldn’t have a conversation with her in his bedroom knowing what was under her robe. This wasn’t much better, but considering the only comfortable piece of furniture he owned in the living room was a big boy recliner, there was less chance of a compromising situation happening. He’d never been great at not giving into temptation when it came to her.
“I came to warn you.” She played with the belt on the robe and sank into his brown microfiber recliner.
He flipped on the switch that controlled a skinny floor lamp in the far corner of the living room, by a bank of windows overlooking a port for local fishermen. “About what?” He dug in his fridge for a beer.
“Arabella.” God, her name flowed off his tongue so easily. Her name alone was sexy. Besides her obvious spec-fucking-tacular figure and eyes that could haunt a dead man, her name had sealed the deal for him. A man could get used to uttering it when he came. It was also a name he’d thought he was going to get to say for the rest of his life. What an idiot he’d been.
She stared at him, her alluring, bright, amber eyes cut through the expanse that separated them and tugged at memories buried down deep. “There’s a price on your head.”
He took a swig from his beer. “Nothing new.” Is this an excuse to get in my bed? She’d have to do better than that. Shit. Who was he kidding?
“But this time he’s found you.”
Her words sucker punched him in the gut, but all he did was grit his teeth and concentrate on keeping his breathing steady. He’d shown her weakness once; for shame if he did it again.