Wanna Play Gail Faulkner Ghost Unit, Book Three Even her walk made him swallow. The stroll of a huntress-a little arrogant, a lot dangerous. Damn, he loved danger. He'd never seen menace so perfectly packaged. Jas watched the beast try to look harmless as he entered her world. Testosterone-enhanced confidence rolled off him. He was muscle and guile below the face of a naughty angel. Summoned by someone she trusted to solve her problems, Jas wanted to trust him and, ohhh baby, she wanted to play with that beast. It would have been Blaster's pleasure to take care of whatever threatened her but earning her trust required respecting her right to combat. What drove him crazy was she wouldn't let him be the shield at her back as she did it. Reader Advisory: This is an action novel with short instances of violence that may not be for the faint of heart.