About the Book:
Conner (In The Company of Snipers, #5)
By: Irish Winters
Pages: 339
Published: November 3, 2014
Publisher: Windy Day Press
Connor Maher is about to find out. As if dogging the brutal Sonoran Cartel through sun-baked Utah isn't tough enough, he's come face to face with his worst nightmare. Diminutive ex-Marine spitfire, Isabella Ramos, has just three words to say to him: I. Hate. You.
Heartache hurts so much worse than gunshot…
How many times can a man say he’s sorry?
Like he hasn’t heard that before.
Why was he the one who got to live?
Izza only accepted the Utah operation because he’d be there. It’s time Connor knows the truth, but how can she trust him with her life much less the secret she’s come to share? He's nothing but grief personified behind the guise of an blue-eyed, honorable man. Not until the cold-blooded SC dumps her and Connor in the farthest corner of the relentless Utah desert does she begin to realize….
There are worse things than death…
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Meet the Author:
The wife of one handsome husband and the mother of three perfect sons, Irish divides her time between writing at home and travelling the country with her man while - writing. (Seriously, what else?)
She believes in making every day count for something and follows the wise admonition of her mother to, "Look out the window and see something!"
To learn more about Irish and her books, please visit www.IrishWinters.com.
Irish Winters is an award-winning author who dabbles in poetry, grandchildren, and rarely (as in extremely rarely) the kitchen. More prone to be outdoors than in, she grew up the quintessential tomboy on a farm in rural Wisconsin, spent her teenage years in the Pacific Northwest, but calls the Wasatch Mountains of Northern Utah home. For now.
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Z-z-z-r-r-i-i-p-p. The sound of a zipper hit her very attentive and overly sensitive eardrums. Izza peered around the tree trunk to see where that out of place sound might have come from. A man stood there with his back to her, but she’d recognize that physique anywhere.
What the hell was Connor Maher doing half-naked in the middle of nowhere?
She knew she’d have to face him sooner or later, but here?
Now? So soon?
She took a step toward him, keeping herself hidden behind the branches of her friendly tree. He’d already stripped his shirt and boots off. His belt was undone. Camouflage printed pants hung loose and low off his hips.
God, the man was as crazy as ever. And still as sexy. Ripped shoulder muscles led to a strong back that narrowed to a muscular V that led to—
She gulped as the sight of that handsome hard body battered down her last line of common sense. Did he ever think about that night?
Could he possibly know what it meant to her? Her mouth went dry remembering the intensity of their bodies slamming together.
The heat. So much passion.
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