THE FIXER
Games People Play
He’s known only as Wren. A wealthy, dangerously secretive man, he specializes in making problems disappear. A professional fixer, Wren hides a dark past, but his privacy is shattered when Emery Finn seeks him out—and what she wants from him is very personal.
Some people disappear against their will. Emery’s job is to find them and bring closure. Wren is the only person who can help solve Emery’s own personal mystery: the long-ago disappearance of her cousin. Just tracking down the sexy, brooding Wren is difficult enough. Resisting her body’s response to him will prove completely impossible.
Anonymity is essential to Wren’s success, yet drawn by Emery’s loyalty and sensuality, he’s pulled out of the shadows. But her digging is getting noticed by the wrong people. And as the clues start to point to someone terrifyingly close, Wren will have to put his haunted past aside to protect the woman he loves.
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An Excerpt from The Fixer:
She didn't hear footsteps or see a shadow until the legs of the chair on the other side of the café table screeched against the tile floor and a man sat down across from her. Strike that, not just a man. Not part of the usual striped-tie, navy-suit business crowd she waded through each day. This one had a lethal look to him. Dark hair with an even darker sense of danger wrapping around him.
He didn't smile or frown while his gaze searched her face. Broad shoulders filled out every inch of the jacket of his expensive black suit. Those bright green eyes matched his tie and provided a shock of color to the whole Tall, Dark, and Deadly look he had going on.
He managed to telegraph power without saying a word, as a hum of energy pulsed around him. She fought off a shiver and reached for her spoon. Hardly a weapon but something about this guy made her insides bounce and the blood leave her head, and she had no idea why.
"Excuse me?" She used a tone that let him know just sitting down without asking was not okay. Some women might like the kind of takeover type of guy who assumed his presence was welcome every where. Not her.
"We need to come to an understanding."
The voice, deep and husky with an edge of gravelly heat, skidded across her senses. She felt it as much as she heard it. The tone struck her, held her mesmerized, before the meaning behind the words hit her. "Uh-huh, well, maybe we should understand that seat is already taken," she said.
"By?"
"Literally anyone else who wants it." She looked down, making a show of taking the lid off her cup and stirring the few inches of coffee left inside. That struck her as the universal not-interested signal.
She waited for him to grumble, or call her a name and scamper off. She had issued a dismissal after all. But his presence loomed and she glanced up again.
"Emery Finn." Her name rolled off his tongue.
That shiver moving through her turned into a full body shake. "Wait, do we know each other?"
"You've been making inquiries."
It was the way he said it as much as what he said. How he sat there without moving. Perfect posture and laser-like focus that stayed on her face, never wavering even as a pretty woman openly gawked at him as she passed by.
The surreal scene had Emery holding onto her cup with both hands. "It sounds like you're reading from a really bad screenplay."
"This isn't fiction."
"Uh-huh. You know what it also isn't? Interesting." She waved him off. "Go away."
"You need to stop searching for information." He finally blinked. "No more questions. No more inquiries through back channels at government agencies."
In her line of work she sometimes angered people. Never on purpose, because ticked-off people tended not to open up and share. "I research for a living. If I've somehow upset you or—"
"This is personal, not business."
That sounded…not good. Like time-to-call-the-police not good. "Who are you?"
He continued to stare. He didn't move or threaten her, not directly, but his presence filled the space in front of her. The noise of the café faded into the background. A loud male voice a few tables away flattened to a mumble and the people shuffling by blurred.
"Someone who is trying to help you."
