After a particularly difficult operation in Somalia, Master Sergeant Wyatt Magnus is stuck with “light” duty providing anti-terrorist security for delegates at the International Trade Convention in San Antonio. As he settles in for what he expects will be an easy assignment, he discovers he's got a whole new kind of battle on his hands with the convention's director, a tightly packaged, five-foot-nothing, sexy piece of work with an iron fist. Under pressure to bring foreign dignitaries to the River Walk without a hitch, Fiona Allen doesn't have time to babysit a Special Forces grunt with a superiority complex. Even if just looking at him makes her mouth water. When a hotel snafu lands them in the same room, at first she's steaming mad. Then burning up in smoking-hot desire. But even as she tells herself he's a one-time ride, trouble is brewing behind the scenes. The kind of trouble with a vendetta-and a detonator. Warning: Contains one hot hero with a gift for strategic placement of his hands, one fiery redhead who'd like to make a career out of exploring every rippling muscle, and one hotel room that's about to see some serious action. Fire extinguisher recommended.
