And landed right into his murder investigation. Spy-turned-detective Max Dakota had seen it all -- until he rescued a beautiful blonde who plunged off a Florida bridge. She had no memory, no ID -- nothing but an unusual tattoo she kept hidden.
One thing was certain: The woman he dubbed Annie was no damsel in distress. She could pick locks and shoot guns, and her hands were downright lethal. Especially when they touched him. Heat lightning crackled between them, turning Max's icy-blue eyes to fire. As much as he distrusted her, he wanted her. Intensely. Passionately.
And landed right into his murder investigation. Spy-turned-detective Max Dakota had seen it all -- until he rescued a beautiful blonde who plunged off a Florida bridge. She had no memory, no ID -- nothing but an unusual tattoo she kept hidden.
One thing was certain: The woman he dubbed Annie was no damsel in distress. She could pick locks and shoot guns, and her hands were downright lethal. Especially when they touched him. Heat lightning crackled between them, turning Max's icy-blue eyes to fire. As much as he distrusted her, he wanted her. Intensely. Passionately.