Risa Leigh's release day blast for Surrender at the Border
Surrender at the Border By: Risa Leigh
Release Date: Feb 15, 2016
AUTHOR BIO
Risa Leigh writes her love stories set against a backdrop of adventure and suspense. She grew up in wide-open spaces of west Texas then moved all the way across the state to the Dallas-Ft. Worth metroplex. She has been a librarian in community, school and college libraries and worked as a bookseller. Naturally she likes to read. Learn more about Risa at her website at RisaLeigh.com.
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TEASER
B.J. leaned back, and his arm slid around her shoulders again. It was the most natural thing in the world for her to lay her head on that rock-hard chest. She wanted to soothe him, but she also wanted more. She wasn’t sure how or when it happened, but she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to feel his lips on hers and forget her fear of what was coming. Maybe it was just the whole affirmation-of-life-in-a-dangerous-situation thing, but she couldn’t help what she wanted.
EXCERPT
Kissing her was the last thing he should think about. Her soft curves pressed up against him and drove him crazy. He wasn’t dead in spite of his attempts to remain faithful to Moira’s memory. He was only a man, after all. And Callie was a lot of woman.
“The narcos want to kill you?” A tremble seeped through in her voice.
B.J. hoped to spare her the details. He wrenched his thoughts back to the situation at hand. He would need every bit of skill he had and some he’d only dreamed of.
“So here’s what we know. The two gunmen took off in the Suburban to go to a different checkpoint so they’re out of the picture. Abbott is behind us in the Mustang. Manny and some other dude are in the cab.”
Callie didn’t respond. For someone who said she wanted to talk, he expected her to jump into the subject. She was probably scared, and with good reason, but he needed her to be able to think.
Smack in the middle of all this kidnapping stuff, she let slip that there were articles about Moira. That blindsided him. Leave it to a librarian to find information on him. None of his buddies had ever asked about a dead wife. His old coworkers might bring it up. In the end, there was nothing he could do except what he normally did: pretend it wasn’t there.
“Karl has some kind of deal going with the narcos. I think he’s trading that AR15 for you,” B.J. kept going.
“You heard all that?” She leaned back and looked up at him.
“I heard enough. Have you been to Ciudad Juárez?” If she felt like talking, he may as well get some education out of it. Then he could forget about her body pressed up against him. He wouldn’t try to imagine the taste of her lips.
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