My Bodyguard,Used

Review Dana Marton's story hits the perfect note. Romantic Times BookClub Product Description Bodyguard Reese Moretti had been involved in missions all over the globe, so tracking down an internationalcriminal should have come naturally. But partnering upwith a woman as frustratingly closedoff and downrightsexy as Samantha Hanley made it the most challengingjob he'd ever taken on. To make matters worse, theywere instructed to act like a couple and ferret out thetruth behind an ingeniousand deadlyplot. Reese hadmade a promise to the FBI and completing hisassignment was all that mattered. But touching Sam dayin, day out and pretending it meant nothing, was neverpart of the dossier. From the Publisher The assignment: Act like a couple in love. The snag: It felt all too real. Bodyguard Reese Moretti had been involved in missions all over the globe, so tracking down an international criminal should have come naturally. But partnering up with a woman as frustratingly closedoff and downright sexy as Samantha Hanley made it the most challanging job he'd ever taken on. To make matters worse, they were instructed to act like a couple and ferret out the truth behind an ingeniousand deadlyplot. Reese had made a promise to the FBI and completing his assignment was all that mattered. But touching Sam day in, day out and pretending it meant nothing, was never part of the dossier. About the Author Author Dana Marton has written over fifteen novels for Harlequin Intrigue, stories thatfeature breathtaking suspense and passionate romance. She is the recipient of the Daphne DuMaurier Award of Excellence. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. ...Sam stood by the dresser and listened to the noises in the living room. Reese Moretti was making up the couch for himself. She'd never had a man in her apartment before. Up until a few weeks ago, she'd never had an apartment. She took a deep breath and walked out with the pillow and blanket she was holding. Better do it before she lost her nerve. 'Here.' She held out the bedding and gestured toward the couch. 'Sorry, it's the best I can do. The powder room is all yours,' she said, not mentioning the obvious, that to shower he would need to use her bathroom. She'd spent an hour that morning cleaning it. She hadn't grown up in an orderly environment and at times had trouble remembering to put things away. She was improving, though. And she had paid special attention for Reese Moretti's sake. The idea was for the two of them to spend as much time together as possible, since, in twentyfour hours, they would have to sell Cavanaugh on the idea that they were romantically linked. That made her more nervous than the rest of the mission put together. They needed to get to know each other and become comfortable with the situation in a hurry. 'Thanks.' He tested the couch, wearing the same grim expression as he had since his arrival a couple of hours ago. The azureblue Naugahyde monster that came with the apartment was hard as a chunk of sidewalk. 'Sorry,' she said again. 'Don't sweat it. I just spent a month sleeping in the bush in Africa.' 'Under a bush?' She'd spent plenty of nights on the street, she could sympathize. But he shook his head with a semiamused look. 'In the bush. It's an expression. Just means out in the wild, wherever you find a convenient piece of ground when night falls.' Reese dropped the bedding at the end of the couch. He was soldierlike, watchful and alert, his dark gray eyes penetrating. There was effortless strength to everything he did, his posture, his gaze; it even came through in his voice. He was clearly used to giving orders, had grilled her for a good hour after the briefing they had received. After spending most of the evening with him, skirting him warily in the small apartment, she hadn't gotten a handle on him yet. He sat and kicked off his safari boots, then leaned back on the couch, rubbed a hand ove