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HQN Books. Very Good. 4.3 x 0.93 x 6.6 inches. Paperback. 2007. 352 pages. Former black ops CIA operative Colby Lane, now ret ired from his wild years as a mercenary, has found his new callin g as assistant chief of security for the mammoth Ritter Oil Corpo ration. But the past is never far behind. He's soon enmeshed in p lans to trap a notorious drug trafficker, and it seems that his e x-wife, Sarina Carrington-whom he so cruelly left after one day o f marriage-may be more involved than she's letting on. Not only t hat, but Sarina has a six-year-old dark-eyed daughter whose fathe r is mysteriously absent-or is he? Editorial Reviews About the Author The prolific author of more than one hundred books, Diana Palmer got her start as a newspaper reporter. A New York Times b estselling author and voted one of the top ten romance writers in America, she has a gift for telling the most sensual tales with charm and humor. Diana lives with her family in Cornelia, Georgia . Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. It was an unusually cold morning for October in Houston, Texas, and Colby Lane's left arm ached. There wasn't a lot left of it, thank s to a stint as a covert specialist in Africa. He'd been too drun k to take proper precautions and it had been shot off, then amput ated from just below his elbow. The state-of-theart prosthesis he wore was classified technology, very advanced, and the hand at t he end of it looked real enough to fool most people. He even had sensation in it, thanks to implanted computer chips. He was, he m used, a walking, talking lab rat with stealth capability. He grin ned to himself at the mental picture that thought produced. But the smile faded rapidly. He was in a foul mood. It was only his s econd full day on the job as new assistant chief of security for the Ritter Oil Corporation's Houston branch. He'd taken the job a s a favor to his old friend, Phillip Hunter, who was training him to be his replacement. The Hunters were considering a move back to Tucson, Arizona. Meanwhile, Colby was trying to get used to n ew surroundings and at least two department heads who thought the y knew how to do his job better than he did. He'd formerly worked for the international Hutton Corporation as another friend's ass istant chief of security. Then the Hutton Corporation gave notice that it was moving overseas. He didn't want to go with it. Colby knew Hunter from his childhood on the reservation. Like him, Col by had Apache blood. But Colby also had an innate dislike of tigh t schedules, corporate politics and wearing a suit. His backgroun d in covert operations as a mercenary soldier, not to mention a b rief stint in top-secret intelligence work for the government, ma de this routine job an uncomfortable fit. Office politics was a f ar cry from going after the enemy with weapons. The amputation of his arm had cost him the work he'd done all his life. He was bit ter about that; in fact, he was bitter about a lot of things. Lif e had failed him. One old friend had voiced the opinion that Colb y's growing array of wounds stemmed from a death wish. He hadn't admitted it aloud, but the accusation hit a nerve. He was tired o f aching wounds, broken dreams, shattered illusions. He was tired of life itself. Here in Houston, he was trying to settle down f or the first time in his life, with two failed marriages behind h im and a past history of alcoholism. He'd overcome the drinking p roblem years ago. He was sober as a judge these days. But he no l onger had the physical means to continue in demanding special ope rations work overseas. He resented forced retirement from his voc ation of choice. His aching arm reminded him of all that he'd had to give up. He'd tried hard to put his past to the back of his mind. He had enough to worry about, getting used to this new job. His background, however, predisposed him for security work. He w as an expert in martial arts and small arms, not to mention count erterrorism. He was a past master in interrogation techniques and he'd almost learned diplomacy. He had credentials that had even impressed Hunter- not to mention Eugene Ritter, the head of Ritte r Oil Corporation. Now he had to find a way to exercise diplomacy with words when he was used to doing it with firearms. It wasn't easy. He walked in the front door of the sprawling modern build ing in an industrial complex outside Houston, absently displaying his ID on a card clipped to his lapel as he passed the security guard at the desk. Ironic, he thought, that he was chief of secur ity and still had to flash his own badge to get into the building he protected. The guard seemed to see the same irony, because he couldn't resist a grin. Colby returned it. He was an impressive figure in his navy-blue business suit. He was tall, handsome, le an, and physically formidable, with thick, shining black hair tha t held a slight wave. He had deep-set black eyes and an olive com plexion, and he wore his hair conventionally cut. He never discus sed his Apache ancestry. It wasn't immediately apparent, anyway, because there was a comfortable amount of white blood in his line age. He was wearing his newest prosthesis, linked not only to mus cle remnants in his left arm, but to his brain as well. It looked quite real, even up close, and he could do almost anything with it-except lift. He could even feel hot and cold. The sensors were incredible. As he turned the corner toward the executive office s, he noticed two children playing in the corridor. Both were dar k-haired and dark-eyed. Both were girls. He'd almost forgotten th at it was bring-yourdaughter-to-work day for Ritter's employees. Just what he needed, a floor full of hyperactive children to cont end with at the beginning of a new job. It wasn't that he didn't like children. But he was bitter because he had none of his own. He'd wanted them badly. His ex-wife, Maureen, had taunted him wi th his sterility before she left him. It was just as well, she'd said, because she didn't want mixed race children. She hadn't rea lized that he was part Apache when they'd married, or he might ha ve been saved a lot of heartache. She'd been an obsession with him, in those days. When she walked out after only two years of m arriage, he thought he'd die. When she'd divorced him three years later, he was devastated and turned to the bottle. It had taken him months to dry out and get his life back, with some help from friends and a psychologist. He'd conquered his demons. But childr en still reminded him of the pain. One of the children ran laugh ing down the hall. The other, who looked about six years old, sto pped and stared at Colby from a pretty, intelligent face dominate d by big brown eyes. She had long brown hair that reached her wai st in back. She was lovely; Hispanic in appearance. Or perhaps sh e had Native American ancestry. He knew that Hunter had a little girl who was on the premises today. Perhaps this was her. The li ttle girl came right up to him and reached up to touch the sleeve where the prosthesis protruded. I'm sorry your arm got hurt. You shouldn't have been drinking. You weren't quick enough, so you c ouldn't get out of the way in time. But this hand looks very real , doesn't it? She touched the hand, which he jerked back at once. Does it still hurt you? she asked matter-of-factly, staring up a t him with dark eyes that seemed oddly familiar. His eyes explod ed with rage. What had possessed Hunter to tell his daughter so m uch intimate information about him? How dare a child criticize Co lby for not being quick enough to save his arm! In fact, how dare she make such a personal comment to a total stranger? He was tou chy enough about missing part of his arm in the first place, with out having attention drawn to it. Even close friends, whose inter est he didn't mind, knew better than to say such things to him. I t made him furious that a child should be so forward. What busin ess is it of yours? he demanded in a soft tone that nevertheless cut like a whip. Added to the fierce scowl on his unsmiling face, it made him look very intimidating. I don't answer to kids for m y actions. And it's my arm! I!I'm sorry, the child stammered, sh ocked. Who told you about it? he demanded. Answer me! She shook her head nervously and ground her teeth together, tears threaten ing. He cursed harshly under his breath. Get back to whoever you 're with today, and stay out of the corridors!-he snapped at her. This is a business, not a nursery school! She backed away from him with wide, hurt eyes. She turned suddenly and ran back the wa y she'd come, her voice breaking on a sob. He ground his teeth t ogether. He hadn't meant to attack the child like that. It had sh ocked and offended him that a child would be so personal, and so critical, with him. He didn't like remarks about his handicap. Bu t he shouldn't have been so aggressive toward her. She'd been rea lly upset. He started after her down the hall. Hunter came out o f a side door, his eyebrows arching at the look on Colby's face. What's eating you? he asked. Colby grimaced as he faced his fri end, the same height and build as himself, but a few years older. Hunter had a few gray hairs these days. Is your daughter here t oday? he asked Hunter. Yes. Why? He felt worse than ever. I ups et her. She made a remark about my arm and it hit me the wrong wa y. He glared at Hunter. Why did you tell her how I lost it? Hunt er's eyes narrowed. I've never told Nikki about your arm, he said curiously, puzzled. She had long, dark hair and dark eyes. She l ooked Hispanic, I thought. Oh, that might be Marie Gomez's litt le girl. Was she wearing an embroidered dress? No. Hunter hesit ated. Colby grimaced. This was not a good way to start a new job . I didn't mean to make her cry, he bit off, averting his eyes. I 'm not used to kids. What she said hit me the wrong way. But how would a stranger's child know such personal things about me? he w ondered aloud. He glared at Hunter. I didn't sign on as a babysit ter. It's only for today, Hunter said. The kids will all be gone tomorrow. Colby ground his teeth together. I'd better find the little girl and apologize. She went down that way, he added, and moved reluctantly along the corridor. Hunter stood still. He wa s remembering something a friend and coworker here, Sarina Carrin gton, had said once about Colby Lane. She and her daughter and th e Hunters were good friends from Tucson. She'd transferred here r ecently from Arizona. She was working with Hunter on a project he hadn't yet told Colby about-in fact, he couldn't tell him about it. But Colby was about to get a very unpleasant shock. There was a connection that Colby didn't know about yet, and the child mig ht figure in it. He wondered if he should stop the other man. He wasn't sure how he could, now. Colby noticed an open office door and he heard a child sobbing. He'd have to find a way to apologi ze for making her cry. He was no good with kids, and he hated wom en. Probably the child's mother would be out for his blood. He wa s new here and already he was making enemies. Old man Ritter woul dn't like that. He'd better try to smooth things over. But this w as going to be difficult.And he had questions about the child's s ource of information about him, as well. He walked into the offi ce in time to see the little girl folded close to a slender woman 's breasts, cradled and kissed. Sleek pale blond hair was tamed i n a neat French twist at the woman's nape. Her voice was tender a s she comforted the child, rocking her in her arms. There was som ething familiar about that voice!

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Fiction, Meet Colby Lane, the Long, Tall Texan Diana Palmer's fans have been clamouring fora man who is larger than life, and twice as exciting. The New York Times bestselling author delivers to readers a thrilling new story set against the rugged, everchanging south Texas landscape. Former black ops CIA operative Colby Lane, now retired from his wild years as a mercenary, had found his new calling as assistant chief of security for the mammoth Ritter Oil Corporation. All he wants is a new start. What he discovers, though, is that the past is never far behind. Colby is soon enmeshed in plans to trap a notorious drug trafficker, and it seems that his exwife, Sarina Carringtonwhom he so cruelly left after one day of marriagemay be more involved than she's letting on. Not only that, but Sarina has a sixyearold darkeyed daughter whose father is mysteriously absentor is he? 'Nobody does it better.'New York Times bestselling author Linda Howard, eBook.

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contemporary,literature and fiction,romance,romantic suspense, Former black ops CIA operative Colby Lane, now retired from his wild yearsas a mercenary, has found his new calling as assistant chief of security for the mammoth Ritter Oil Corporation. All he wants is a new start. What he discovers, though, is that the past is never far behind. Colby is soon enmeshed in plans to trap a notorious drug trafficker, and it seems that his ex-wife, Sarina Carrington-whom he so cruelly left after one day of marriage- may be more involved than she's letting on. Not only that, but Sarina has a six-year-old- dark=eyed daughter whose father is mysteriouslyabsent0 or is he?

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Former black ops CIA operative Colby Lane, now retired from his wild years as a mercenary, has found his new calling as assistant chief of security for the mammoth Ritter Oil Corporation. But the past is never far behind. He's soon enmeshed in plans to trap a notorious drug trafficker, and it seems that his ex-wife, Sarina Carringtonwhom he so cruelly left after one day of marriagemay be more involved than she's letting on. Not only that, but Sarina has a six-year-old dark-eyed daughter whose father is mysteriously absentor is he?Taal: Engels;Oorspronkelijke titel: Outsider;Afmetingen: 25x169x107 mm;Gewicht: 168,00 gram;Verschijningsdatum: mei 2007;Druk: 1;ISBN10: 0373772343;ISBN13: 9780373772346; Engelstalig | Paperback | 2007.

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