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Paint it Black
By: Michelle PerryRomance eBooks Imprint: Medallion Press
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After fulfilling a lifelong devotion of bringing her drug lord father to justice, DEA agent Necie Bramhall believes the painful past is finally behind her—unaware that she has just created a new, more deadly enemy. Necie's beautiful and ruthless half-sister Maria Barnes, driven by a lifetime of jealousy and enraged by her father's arrest, is bent on destroying everything Necie holds dear—starting with her marriage and family. When Necie's daughter is kidnapped, new revelations show that her imprisoned father, the man she always perceived as her greatest enemy, might be the only one who can save her from Maria's wrath.
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| Title of Romance eBook: Paint it Black | |
| Release Date: 05-01-2008 | |
| Publisher: Medallion Press |
This eBook download is available in the following formats:
| Parent title | Paint it Black |
|---|---|
| Encrypted (DRM) | Yes |
| SKU | 9781605420288 |
| File size | 8429 |
| Security | n/a |
| Printing | Not allowed |
| Copying | Not allowed |
| Read aloud | No Sys requirements Download reader |
| Devices | Samsung Tablet, Apple Ipad & Iphone, Barnes & Noble Nook, Kobo eReader, Aluratek Libre, Iliad, Nokia, Blackberry, Hanlin |
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Paint it Black
Chapter One
On Thanksgiving morning, we gathered in darkness in an abandoned Sears parking lot. When I exited my ancient Pontiac, I didn't bother to lock it. Hey, if a thief wanted it, more power to him. My defroster had stopped working last week, so-after scratching a clear patch on my iced-over windshield with the edge of a CD case because I couldn't find the scraper-I'd spent the twenty-minute drive scrubbing the fog off the inside windshield with my sleeve, squinting at the road, and trying not to breathe.Rubbing my hands together, I moved toward the black van. Other agents drifted from the shadows like ghosts. In the predawn hours, the cold November sky cast everything in a strange, monochrome gray tint, making me feel like I was caught in a black-and-white movie. Our dark clothing only added to the effect. We entered the van in a somber procession that made my throat ache, because this wasn't like any raid I'd ever been on.
There was no AC/DC Back in Black blasting from the speakers, none of the pumped-up, adrenaline-laced chatter. No Johnny Angel asking if I wanted to sit on his lap.
"Hey, Chief, I'm askin', not harassin'," he'd joke when Bill shot him a stern look.
Today, the inside of the van was utterly silent. Pale, worried faces gazed at me and nodded in greeting, all except one. With his head in his hands, Cougar hunched forward on the edge of the bench that lined the sides of the van. His unruly brown hair peeked from beneath the edge of his black knit cap. I slid in beside him and squeezed his arm.
He glanced at me with bloodshot blue eyes, then leaned back. His gloved hand grasped mine, a gest
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