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Fervent by Claudia Burgoa is a falling for your brother's best friends, military standalone you won't want to put down. Get lost in Harrison and Luna's passionate and unexpected love story.
Fervent by Claudia Burgoa is a falling for your brother's best friends, military standalone you won't want to put down. Get lost in Harrison and Luna's passionate and unexpected love story.
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My heart picks up its pace as I swing open the door to my temporary apartment. The paper I left between the door and the frame didn’t fall. The shoe I placed right in front of the entrance is now a couple of feet away from where I stand. I hold my breath searching for my hair accessories inside my tote bag. I pull out a metal chopstick. My eyes scan the living room and the kitchen. I swear, if whoever broke in is still here, they are not leaving in one piece. I might have to call Tiago to take care of the body.
I slip off my shoes. A prickle climbs the back of my neck as I hear some noise outside the apartment. Someone is lurking around. I order my body to wait instead of reacting, but it’s hard to remain still when my heart hammers fast against my ribs. I only have two hands and two chopsticks handy, and there could be two intruders . . . or more. Who could possibly be here? Only my boss, my brothers, and my father know where I am. And why would they care to find me when I’m here only to gather information?
I take a few steps toward the bedroom. From the corner of my eye, I see the doorknob turning slowly. I move toward the wall, pressing my back against it. Then I slide slowly, my hand gripping the metallic stick like a knife. I lift my hand as the door flies open and I charge toward the intruder.
“Luna, stop!”
I freeze.
The mention of my name makes me reconsider my next move. Though, I leave the sharp edge of the fake chopstick on the neck of the intruder, almost cutting through the skin. The pale-blue-eyed guy from the elevator stares at me. He stands tall, his broad, muscular frame blocking the doorway. His muscles seem to gape from his fitted black shirt. With all that dry blood on his ripped forearms and bruises around his face, he screams trouble. I just thought he was yet another agent.
“Who sent you?”
His breathing is shallow. His hands lift up in the air, his eyes move to the back of the room. “What the fuck, Tiago?” His voice is loud, rough.
“Tiago?” I sigh, rolling my eyes.
Without lowering the chopstick against his skin, I crank my neck slightly and see my oldest brother coming out of my room. The other intruder. “What are you doing here, Santiago Federico?”
“She’s your sister, isn’t she?” the man in front of me questions my brother, who gives him a sharp nod.
“I’m going to lower my hands and take a step back,” the man in front of me warns me.
“What are you two doing here?” I ask one more time, stepping away . . . I angle my head, narrowing my gaze. “Who are you?”
“Luna, this is Harrison. Harrison, meet Luna.”
I snap my head toward my brother, narrowing my eyes. “What are you two doing in my apartment?”
“The FBI is failing.” Harrison ignores me. “This building isn’t safe for her. I suggest we move her to a more secure area.”
“Her is here, and she can hear you.” I put the sharp edge of my weapon under his chin again. “I think your horoscope said something about shutting up or you might die a slow death.”
He rolls his eyes, grabbing my wrist with both hands and trying to snatch the chopstick. I tilt my head, swing my left foot under his knees and using my free hand, push him on the chest. His eyes widen as he loses his balance and falls. My brother laughs when I put my foot on top of his throat.
Harrison grabs my ankle with both hands. We stare at each other waiting for the next move. I’m ready for him to pull it. My next move is kicking him in the nose. But we remain still for several seconds. He smiles at me. My heart skips a couple of beats as his dimples deepen.
“You’re wrong. My horoscope mentioned something about meeting the girl of my dreams.” He winks at me.
“Sweet talking me won’t distract me. Don’t move,” I advise, pushing my foot closer to his neck.
I slip off my shoes. A prickle climbs the back of my neck as I hear some noise outside the apartment. Someone is lurking around. I order my body to wait instead of reacting, but it’s hard to remain still when my heart hammers fast against my ribs. I only have two hands and two chopsticks handy, and there could be two intruders . . . or more. Who could possibly be here? Only my boss, my brothers, and my father know where I am. And why would they care to find me when I’m here only to gather information?
I take a few steps toward the bedroom. From the corner of my eye, I see the doorknob turning slowly. I move toward the wall, pressing my back against it. Then I slide slowly, my hand gripping the metallic stick like a knife. I lift my hand as the door flies open and I charge toward the intruder.
“Luna, stop!”
I freeze.
The mention of my name makes me reconsider my next move. Though, I leave the sharp edge of the fake chopstick on the neck of the intruder, almost cutting through the skin. The pale-blue-eyed guy from the elevator stares at me. He stands tall, his broad, muscular frame blocking the doorway. His muscles seem to gape from his fitted black shirt. With all that dry blood on his ripped forearms and bruises around his face, he screams trouble. I just thought he was yet another agent.
“Who sent you?”
His breathing is shallow. His hands lift up in the air, his eyes move to the back of the room. “What the fuck, Tiago?” His voice is loud, rough.
“Tiago?” I sigh, rolling my eyes.
Without lowering the chopstick against his skin, I crank my neck slightly and see my oldest brother coming out of my room. The other intruder. “What are you doing here, Santiago Federico?”
“She’s your sister, isn’t she?” the man in front of me questions my brother, who gives him a sharp nod.
“I’m going to lower my hands and take a step back,” the man in front of me warns me.
“What are you two doing here?” I ask one more time, stepping away . . . I angle my head, narrowing my gaze. “Who are you?”
“Luna, this is Harrison. Harrison, meet Luna.”
I snap my head toward my brother, narrowing my eyes. “What are you two doing in my apartment?”
“The FBI is failing.” Harrison ignores me. “This building isn’t safe for her. I suggest we move her to a more secure area.”
“Her is here, and she can hear you.” I put the sharp edge of my weapon under his chin again. “I think your horoscope said something about shutting up or you might die a slow death.”
He rolls his eyes, grabbing my wrist with both hands and trying to snatch the chopstick. I tilt my head, swing my left foot under his knees and using my free hand, push him on the chest. His eyes widen as he loses his balance and falls. My brother laughs when I put my foot on top of his throat.
Harrison grabs my ankle with both hands. We stare at each other waiting for the next move. I’m ready for him to pull it. My next move is kicking him in the nose. But we remain still for several seconds. He smiles at me. My heart skips a couple of beats as his dimples deepen.
“You’re wrong. My horoscope mentioned something about meeting the girl of my dreams.” He winks at me.
“Sweet talking me won’t distract me. Don’t move,” I advise, pushing my foot closer to his neck.
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MORE ABOUT FERVENT
As a former Army Ranger who works for a high intelligence, private security company, I’ve seen my fair share of death, betrayal, and pain.
I’ve lived them.
I trust no one, only my brothers, and my best friend.
I wasn’t always like that. Everything changed the day my parents died and my nation was attacked.
Since then, family comes first. Work is my mistress.
Nothing else matters.
That is, until she walked into my life.
Short dress, long, tanned legs, and honey eyes that make me weak.
She’s chaos.
She’s sunshine and daffodils.
She’s loud.
She’s a fighter.
She’s a dreamer.
She’s everything I hate.
Why is it so hard to walk away from her?
As a former Army Ranger who works for a high intelligence, private security company, I’ve seen my fair share of death, betrayal, and pain.
I’ve lived them.
I trust no one, only my brothers, and my best friend.
I wasn’t always like that. Everything changed the day my parents died and my nation was attacked.
Since then, family comes first. Work is my mistress.
Nothing else matters.
That is, until she walked into my life.
Short dress, long, tanned legs, and honey eyes that make me weak.
She’s chaos.
She’s sunshine and daffodils.
She’s loud.
She’s a fighter.
She’s a dreamer.
She’s everything I hate.
Why is it so hard to walk away from her?
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Claudia is an award-winning, international bestselling author. She lives in Colorado working for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. And a wonderful husband who shares her love for all things geek. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.
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