Dark Knight: A Loveswept Romance Classic

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Author: Donna Kauffman
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Women
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when he neatly flipped her onto her back and pinned her legs and arms to the bed.
    He raised over her like a dark specter, monstrous and all-powerful. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded roughly.

TWO
    Scottie masked her surprise and her anger at being so neatly maneuvered. She wasted a second wondering if he’d been asleep at all, or if it had been an elaborate display to distract her. If so, it had worked. Too damn well.
    Keeping her gaze locked with his, she spoke evenly, wanting to keep his attention on her eyes, not the needle in her hand. “I’m here to save your ass.”
    His dark gaze didn’t so much as flicker from hers. “I wasn’t aware it required preserving.” The rough texture of sleep faded from his voice, leaving it silky, soft, and far more dangerous. “You have a strange way of showing your … appreciation.”
    The pause was perfectly timed, the words delivered with seductive perfection. She knew that, understood it, yet the knowledge did nothing to prevent her body’s instant reaction. He was good. No. He was better than good. He was lethal.
    She should be focusing exclusively on her goal: renderinghim inactive. Instead, she was excruciatingly aware of his nakedness, of the weight of his body on hers, of exactly what parts of him pressed against her … and where. She studied his face, looking for any sign that he could read her thoughts. Nothing. He was expressionless. She wished she were half as good.
    “Drop the syringe,” he said. The demand was delivered almost negligently. It was his autocratic confidence that finally gave her the mental foothold she needed to get her edge back.
    She had one possible ace. She played it. “Who’s Sarah?”
    Jackpot. His mask faltered, and for one instant his grip on her wrists loosened. It was all the opening she needed. She yanked him closer. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes as he pitched forward, then her training clicked in and she saw nothing but motion. She felt him tense, coil, and knew she had only mere seconds to complete her task. Someone had trained him extremely well.
Admire his technique later, Giardi
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    He pulled on her to lever himself forward … but it was too late. She slammed her hand down and found her target; the nice hard flesh of his thigh. Not her original target, but effective enough.
    He swiped at the needle and missed. She pushed in the plunger, then yanked the needle free and tossed the spent syringe across the room. His head reared up, his eyes glittered fiercely as his hand moved to her throat with deadly precision. “Son of a—” His eyes rolled upward before he could complete the expletive.
    “Say good night, Blackstone.” She shifted before he collapsed directly on top of her.
    Breathing heavily, she dragged his arm and leg off ofher and crawled off the bed. She allowed herself a full minute to get her pulse rate back down, but that was all the luxury she could afford. The drug she’d pumped into him would keep most men his size out for at least fifteen to twenty minutes. Judging from their brief acquaintance, she gave him ten, max.
    She quickly sorted through several options. She had the means to put him out of commission for a long period of time, but drugging people wasn’t something she did lightly. She’d never been comfortable with that method. Not only was it dangerous, no matter how carefully administered, but to her it had always seemed the fool’s way out.
    She studied Blackstone and actually had second thoughts. Still, Logan Blackstone had revealed himself to be a surprisingly viable force of one. No police department trained their men that well. He would challenge her to the extreme of her abilities. She couldn’t decide if she was more intrigued or annoyed.
    “No more drugs.” She pushed up the sleeve of her black thermal turtleneck and pressed the button on the side of her watch. Eight minutes. She slipped swiftly back outside and retrieved her backpack, pulling out the equipment

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