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Of all the intelligence that reaches the Oval Office, none is more top secret than the existence of a group of warriors that officially…doesn't exist. Stony Man is the President's ultimate weapon, a covert, rapid-response antiterrorist team not bound by official rules of engagement. When Stony Man is deployed, time is of the essence and only hard, direct action counts.Oil lies at the heart of a series of devastating attacks targeting pipelines and tankers on three different seas. Oil and vengeance, that is, as an embittered Norwegian vows payback for the black gold extracted from his family's territories. And he makes good on that promise by using simple cell phone calls to trigger remote-detonated, devastating nano-thermite incendiaries strategically planted around the world. As nations race to contain massive spills, Stony Man faces the mother of all do-or-die missions. And the President must risk his office and the covert team on a desperate one-shot offensive to dispatch this threat before the global crisis becomes a total meltdown.

Wanting him was wrong, but it felt so right…Social worker Quinn Keller sees the best in people…and the worst. When she rescues a prominent businessman's battered wife, Quinn is targeted by the woman's violent husband. Her only option is to place her safety in the hands of Ranger Jace Hyland–tattooed, scarred, incredibly hot…and the brother of Quinn's deceased fiancé. An entirely different kind of dangerous!Quinn is the woman Jace has always wanted–and she's strictly hands-off. But keeping her safe means taking her to his small apartment…and his bed. So for one unforgettable night, Jace will give in to the temptation he can no longer resist. One night of forbidden hunger. One night he prays will be enough to satisfy a lifetime of longing….

THE FORCE OF THOSE EYES HIT FRANKIE MOOREHOUSE LIKE A GUST OF WIND But she quickly reminded herself that she had dinner to get ready, the staff of White Caps B&B (such as it was) to motivate. She didn't have the luxury of staring into a stranger's face. Although, jeez, what a face it was. And wasn't it just her luck that the owner of that face, Nate Walker–with his rebel attitude and distaste for authority–was the chef her restaurant desperately needed, and he was staying for the summer….And…it was a bit too tempting to let this breath of fresh air sweep her off her feet. Because all work and no play had been Frankie's motto for much too long!