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HARD AS ICE
Fortis #1
Raven Scott
Releasing July 28th, 2015
Kensington: Dafina
A covert ops specialist, a
cyber-surveillance expert, and an unmatched international security and recovery
pro. These are the men of Fortis. When money is no object, discretion is
essential, and the police are not an option, the wealthy and powerful call on
this trio of former government agents with elite military training—not to
mention charm and good looks…
Former
CIA agent Evan DaCosta is ready to continue his life of adventure, intrigue,
and service. That means joining Fortis—and taking on the recovery of precious
jewels stolen from a prestigious auction house. The list of suspects is long,
but Evan is focused on the possibility of an inside job. Now he’ll have to go
undercover and stay close to the gorgeous business manager, Nia James.
A
gifted salesperson, Nia worked hard to get where she is today. Now, with her
career at stake, a target on her back, and Evan watching her every move, she’s
feeling the pressure and the heat. As Nia and Evan become
intensely entangled, can they survive the secrets and threats standing in their
way or will they run out of time?
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RAVEN SCOTT is married with
two daughters and two dogs, living in the beautiful city of Burlington,
Ontario, in the greater Toronto area. She discovered her love of fiction
at an early age, devouring hundreds of books over the years. She reads
everything from historical and contemporary romance to mystery, sci-fi and
suspense. By the time Raven finished University, she had her own stories
brewing in her imagination. Writing became a satisfying hobby, then a
fulfilling career. When Raven isn't reading or writing, you can find her
outside with her family.
Find out more at www.ravenscottbooks.com, or visit her on Facebook and Twitter
@ravenscottbooks.
Outside,
she flagged down a taxi and arrived at her destination with a few minutes to
spare. The Boston Harbor was a swanky, five-star waterfront hotel. Nia had been
there a few other times over the years for sale conferences and charity events.
The food was always fantastic.
At the entrance of the main
restaurant, she approached the hostess.
“Hi, ma’am, will you be dining alone
or with a party?” the young woman asked.
“Hi, I’m meeting Mr. Evan DaCosta. I
believe he has reservations?” Nia replied, questioningly.
The hostess smiled brightly.
“Miss James, I presume?”
Nia blinked.
“Yes.”
“Wonderful. Mr. DaCosta is running a
few minutes late. He asked that you meet him in his hotel room. Oliver will
escort you upstairs,” she told Nia, gesturing to a bellhop standing nearby.
Nia opened her mouth to object,
looking back and forth between the two polite and eager hotel employees, but
closed it instead. They wouldn’t have any answers to her questions.
“Thank you,” she stated instead.
In her head, she was thinking there
was no way she was going up to that hotel room! Sure, Google had confirmed his
identity, but it couldn’t guarantee that he wasn’t a serial rapist or murderer.
Now, she wished she had satisfied her curiosity and done more digging into his
life.
“Right this way, ma’am,” urged the
bellhop as he walked farther into the lobby and toward the elevators.
“Would you mind giving me a minute
to make a quick phone call?” she asked, bringing them to a stop.
“Certainly,” he replied, then walked
a few steps away to give her some privacy.
Nia reached into her purse and
pulled out the business card she had tucked into the inside pocket earlier that
afternoon. She had no idea what she was going to say to Mr. DaCosta to cancel
the meeting, but that was exactly what she was going to do. Or would have done,
if he had answered his phone. But he didn’t. Instead, it went to voice mail.
She hung up and let out a deep breath. Then she dialed his assistant’s number.
“Evan DaCosta’s office, Sandra
speaking. How can I help you?
“Yes, hi. My name is Nia James. I
have a six o’clock appointment with Mr. DaCosta.”
“Yes, Miss James. Are you at the
hotel? Did you get the message at the restaurant?”
the woman asked.
“Yes, I’m downstairs. But—”
“Good! We’ll see you in his room
shortly.”
And the line went dead. Really?!
“Is everything okay, ma’am?” asked
the bellhop.
Well, if Nia took Evan’s assistant
literally, it sounded like they were both in his room. Her well-earned
streetwise instincts told her something was still fishy. But, it now seemed
less likely that it was all an elaborate ruseto kill
her, or worse.
“Yes, thank you. I’m all set.”
The young man nodded politely and
gestured for her to follow him. He guided her into the elevators where they
exited on an upper floor, then stopped at the end of the hall.
“Here you are, ma’am. Have a great
evening.”
Then he was gone, without even
hinting for a tip. Nia squared her shoulders, brushed invisible lint off her
suit jacket, then knocked.
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