Hard Beat

From the New York Times bestselling author of Sweet Ache comes a blistering new novel filled with danger, secrecy, and a desire that can't be sated... Foreign war correspondent Tanner Thomas is addicted to living on the edge. Needing the adrenaline rush of his job to help him cope with a personal loss, he throws himself back into the game, concentrating all his energy on getting the next big story. But when he meets his new photojournalist, Beaux Croslyn, he can't help but feel like he's losing his focus - and maybe risking more... With secrets she won't address, Beaux is far from your ordinary woman. Determined to keep her distance emotionally, she's still willing to pull Tanner in closer and enjoy all the sparks flying between them. But as Beaux's past begins to put their relationship - and their lives - at risk, Tanner's determination to find the truth puts them both in jeopardy. He's ready to chase her to the ends of the earth to find out if what they had was real, or if theirs was just an exquisite heat fated to burn out . . .

From the New York Times bestselling author of Sweet Ache comes a blistering new novel filled with danger, secrecy, and a desire that can't be sated... Foreign war correspondent Tanner Thomas is addicted to living on the edge. Needing the adrenaline rush of his job to help him cope with a personal loss, he throws himself back into the game, concentrating all his energy on getting the next big story. But when he meets his new photojournalist, Beaux Croslyn, he can't help but feel like he's losing his focus - and maybe risking more... With secrets she won't address, Beaux is far from your ordinary woman. Determined to keep her distance emotionally, she's still willing to pull Tanner in closer and enjoy all the sparks flying between them. But as Beaux's past begins to put their relationship - and their lives - at risk, Tanner's determination to find the truth puts them both in jeopardy. He's ready to chase her to the ends of the earth to find out if what they had was real, or if theirs was just an exquisite heat fated to burn out . . .