This was my first published Romantic/suspense, the setting, England and France. Published by TheWild Rose Press in 2008, it received three excellent reviews. I requested the rights back and have now republished with kindle as an e-book.
BLURB:
A pilot who is also part of an aerobatic team, Chantelle Duvall is used to taking risks. And the enigmatic David Bishop, her partner's brother, is a risk she can't resist. But as things heat up between them, Chantelle learns David isn't who he seems.
Undercover counterterrorism agent David Bishop, a.k.a., Falcon, relies on secrets and lies to keep him alive. With his final mission underway, a mission to expose a double agent who's closer than David ever suspected, love is a weakness he can't afford.
On both England and France's soil, Chantelle and David will discover a passion greater than they've ever known, but with one more betrayal still to come, will it be enough?
BLURB:
A pilot who is also part of an aerobatic team, Chantelle Duvall is used to taking risks. And the enigmatic David Bishop, her partner's brother, is a risk she can't resist. But as things heat up between them, Chantelle learns David isn't who he seems.
Undercover counterterrorism agent David Bishop, a.k.a., Falcon, relies on secrets and lies to keep him alive. With his final mission underway, a mission to expose a double agent who's closer than David ever suspected, love is a weakness he can't afford.
On both England and France's soil, Chantelle and David will discover a passion greater than they've ever known, but with one more betrayal still to come, will it be enough?
EXCERPT:
“Why you …” David grabbed Danny by the lapels of his jacket, nearly lifting him off the ground.
“Stop it, you two!” Chantelle screamed.
The two men stared back at each other, Danny’s top lip curling up at the edges as he sensed David’s hesitation.
Chantelle had risen off the chair, her weight balanced awkwardly on one foot, her hand reaching forward to touch David’s shoulder. For a moment, it seemed to have calmed him, but his narrow glare remained fixed on Danny’s face.
“Go on, throw a punch,” Danny taunted. “You’re just like him; you settle everything with your fists. Only you were never around to see it, were you?
“You’d believe anything she told you.”
“I was there, remember? You weren’t.”
This was no longer about the plane or the scene Danny had walked in on. This went far deeper, the two of them locked in an emotional battle from the past. All Chantelle could do was stand back and watch, fearful that one word could trigger David into striking Danny.
Danny’s gaze shifted to Chantelle as she leaned against David for support, the gesture revealing the intimacy between them.
“You surprise me. I always thought you had class the way you brushed off men who tried to get into your knickers at every opportunity. I’ve seen them hit on you at shows and in the bars afterward, but you were never interested. It even crossed my mind you might be gay. How wrong can I bloody be? He comes along and you’re dropping your knickers like all the rest and lying to me like a bloody tramp.”
There was a deadly thud as David’s fist cracked into Danny’s chin, the force sending him reeling back, Chantelle’s scream going with him.
A deathly silence followed. The force wasn’t hard enough to knock Danny off his feet, but he was staggering, blood trickling
from his lip as his hand came up to check that his jaw was still intact. Taking a white handkerchief out of his pocket, he dabbed the corner of his mouth and stared back at the blood on it.
Chantelle started hobbling towards him.
“Don’t come any nearer,” he growled hoarsely at her. “I should be thankful. I know my brother can hit much harder than that. His hands are trained to kill, isn’t that right? Or hasn’t he told you how he makes a living? Mercenaries, isn’t that what they call you lot? Only I have my own name for them: hired killers. I can see by your face you had no idea.”
“Why you …” David grabbed Danny by the lapels of his jacket, nearly lifting him off the ground.
“Stop it, you two!” Chantelle screamed.
The two men stared back at each other, Danny’s top lip curling up at the edges as he sensed David’s hesitation.
Chantelle had risen off the chair, her weight balanced awkwardly on one foot, her hand reaching forward to touch David’s shoulder. For a moment, it seemed to have calmed him, but his narrow glare remained fixed on Danny’s face.
“Go on, throw a punch,” Danny taunted. “You’re just like him; you settle everything with your fists. Only you were never around to see it, were you?
“You’d believe anything she told you.”
“I was there, remember? You weren’t.”
This was no longer about the plane or the scene Danny had walked in on. This went far deeper, the two of them locked in an emotional battle from the past. All Chantelle could do was stand back and watch, fearful that one word could trigger David into striking Danny.
Danny’s gaze shifted to Chantelle as she leaned against David for support, the gesture revealing the intimacy between them.
“You surprise me. I always thought you had class the way you brushed off men who tried to get into your knickers at every opportunity. I’ve seen them hit on you at shows and in the bars afterward, but you were never interested. It even crossed my mind you might be gay. How wrong can I bloody be? He comes along and you’re dropping your knickers like all the rest and lying to me like a bloody tramp.”
There was a deadly thud as David’s fist cracked into Danny’s chin, the force sending him reeling back, Chantelle’s scream going with him.
A deathly silence followed. The force wasn’t hard enough to knock Danny off his feet, but he was staggering, blood trickling
from his lip as his hand came up to check that his jaw was still intact. Taking a white handkerchief out of his pocket, he dabbed the corner of his mouth and stared back at the blood on it.
Chantelle started hobbling towards him.
“Don’t come any nearer,” he growled hoarsely at her. “I should be thankful. I know my brother can hit much harder than that. His hands are trained to kill, isn’t that right? Or hasn’t he told you how he makes a living? Mercenaries, isn’t that what they call you lot? Only I have my own name for them: hired killers. I can see by your face you had no idea.”
EXCERPT:
“What’s wrong with you? It’s our only hope of survival. Look, we haven’t time for this. If you’re worried about the plane
hitting anyone below, don’t worry, darling, we’re on course for a mountain. The only casualty is likely to be a goat or two.” His impatience turned to anger as she continued to stare back at him defiantly.“Chantelle, it will be far safer
than bloody wing-walking ever was. I don’t understand you.”
“I told you, I’m not jumping and you can’t make me. Go, save yourself.”
David approached her. He could see in her face she was becoming panic-stricken and he had to act quickly. There was no
time for further persuasion. In one swift movement, he leapt forward, grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to him, slamming her into his chest. The straps of the parachute were around them both, binding her to him before she could fight back.
Pulling the portside loading door open, he stood on the edge, rocking on the balls of his feet and facing the inside of the
plane. He could feel Chantelle’s body trembling against his. She had ceased struggling, her face buried into his chest. The wind lashed against his back, making him wish he had packed more clothing than just the flying jacket being worn by Chantelle. The knapsack was secured across his chest and was now digging into his side.
“We’ll die together sweetheart or not at all,” he whispered into her ear.
Taking a deep breath, David rocked forward and then released his hold, launching them both back into the bitter cold
air.
“What’s wrong with you? It’s our only hope of survival. Look, we haven’t time for this. If you’re worried about the plane
hitting anyone below, don’t worry, darling, we’re on course for a mountain. The only casualty is likely to be a goat or two.” His impatience turned to anger as she continued to stare back at him defiantly.“Chantelle, it will be far safer
than bloody wing-walking ever was. I don’t understand you.”
“I told you, I’m not jumping and you can’t make me. Go, save yourself.”
David approached her. He could see in her face she was becoming panic-stricken and he had to act quickly. There was no
time for further persuasion. In one swift movement, he leapt forward, grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to him, slamming her into his chest. The straps of the parachute were around them both, binding her to him before she could fight back.
Pulling the portside loading door open, he stood on the edge, rocking on the balls of his feet and facing the inside of the
plane. He could feel Chantelle’s body trembling against his. She had ceased struggling, her face buried into his chest. The wind lashed against his back, making him wish he had packed more clothing than just the flying jacket being worn by Chantelle. The knapsack was secured across his chest and was now digging into his side.
“We’ll die together sweetheart or not at all,” he whispered into her ear.
Taking a deep breath, David rocked forward and then released his hold, launching them both back into the bitter cold
air.
REVIEW QUOTES:
“I liked this story enough to read it twice. It has the things that I like. The story is about planes, intrigue, adventure, excitement, terrorism and counter terrorism. Those things are all my favorites to read for pleasure.”
VERBENA
4.5 L.A.S.R REVIEWS
“This book pulled me in and kept my interest riveted to the tale from first page to last.”
Overall rating: 5 hearts
Sensuality rating: Very sensual
Reviewer: Dee Dailey
THE ROMANCE STUDIO
“Lynne King tells a story, not only spellbinding, but engaging from the first page to the last. Her descriptions of the players, the scenery, and landscape, are so vivid the reader is in awe. This action-packed suspense is exciting, and never has a dull moment.”
Reviewed by: Linda L. *****
FALLEN ANGEL REVIEWS
“I liked this story enough to read it twice. It has the things that I like. The story is about planes, intrigue, adventure, excitement, terrorism and counter terrorism. Those things are all my favorites to read for pleasure.”
VERBENA
4.5 L.A.S.R REVIEWS
“This book pulled me in and kept my interest riveted to the tale from first page to last.”
Overall rating: 5 hearts
Sensuality rating: Very sensual
Reviewer: Dee Dailey
THE ROMANCE STUDIO
“Lynne King tells a story, not only spellbinding, but engaging from the first page to the last. Her descriptions of the players, the scenery, and landscape, are so vivid the reader is in awe. This action-packed suspense is exciting, and never has a dull moment.”
Reviewed by: Linda L. *****
FALLEN ANGEL REVIEWS