To uncover the truth, Max and Christa must win their toughest battle yet.
The battle of hearts between them.
The battle of hearts between them.
THE RUSSIAN OBSESSION
Foreign Affairs #3
Nikki Navarre
Releasing Feb 21, 2017
Christabel
Orlova remembers nothing before the night she woke in a Turkish bazaar with two
passports, two governments on her tail, and no memory of her shadowy past.
Armed only with keen wits, survival instincts and mad skills in the research
lab, Christa has three goals. Stay alive. Stay one step ahead of her hunters.
And find a cure for the Ebola bioweapon whose secret is locked in her
brainbox—before it wipes out the human race. Gypsy, loner and wild child, her
first rule of survival is never to trust.
Ex-Russian
fighter pilot Max Vasylko is a gun-for-hire smuggler who’ll fly contraband
cargo anywhere in the world, no questions asked. But he can’t fly far enough to
forget the wife and daughter who died in an Ebola outbreak. When a bioweapon
from a rogue U.S. program is to blame, Max’s mission turns personal. Find the
scientist responsible for designing the super virus—and make her pay. The last
villain he expects is Christa: a smart, sexy, scrappy survivor in hiking boots
who’s lost her own brother to the virus.
Now Max is
flying high above the African jungle with enemy agents in his six and a sweet
redhead he’ll risk his backside to protect. Christa’s tempted to trust this
hot-as-hell jet jockey with his wildcat courage and Mafia past. But the vaccine
isn’t the only secret locked in her head. To uncover the truth, Max and Christa
must win their toughest battle yet. The battle of hearts between them.
The biggest bouncer she’d ever seen was powering toward
her like a tank on steroids. Packing a machine gun the size of a bazooka.
Teetering on her stilettos, Christa froze. The music
throbbed in her ears like a heartbeat. An electric current of panic pulsed
through her veins. Cheesed-off cops on one side and a bad guy bouncer on the
other.
And, clutched tight in her perspiring palms, the
McGuffin. A briefcase holding five million doses of a deadly virus. Or a cure
that could save the world.
“Hey, doc.” A voice dipped in Brooklyn brass grated in
her ear. “I swear to God, I ought to turn you over my knee.”
Alarm and annoyance jolted through her—swamped by
overwhelming relief. She spun to face six and a half feet of towering menace.
Ultramarine eyes seared through her like lasers. Stripped to his tee shirt,
bronzed biceps and wicked tattoo sheened in sweat, Max Vasylko spelled danger
with a capital D.
The breath shuddered out of her tight-locked lungs.
Along with a whopping dose of sass.
“What kind of grunting Neanderthal are you, major? Were
you raised in a cave? If you think you’re laying a hand on me, you’re going to
need an army—”
“Army of one, baby.”
His low growl in her ear sent goose bumps racing down her
arms and curled her toes in her boots. His big hands closed around her naked
shoulders. Heat snaked from his callused palms and sheeted down her spine.
Max pushed her into a vacant banquette scattered with
cards and cash. Her bottom hit the red vinyl seat with a bounce. He snagged the
briefcase from her startled arms and tossed it at the opposite seat.
“Hey!” she cried. “That case isn’t a football. You can’t
just—”
“News flash. I just did.”
He crawled right in after her. Right between her thighs.
Her heart was a kettledrum roaring in her ears. She
slithered and scrambled over the slippery seat. He took every inch she gave him
and kept on coming. Which was how she ended up flat on her back.
He crawled right on top of her, weight braced on those impressive
arms.
For a moment in time that stretched surreal, like a Dali
clock melting in the desert sun, he crouched over her. She forgot about the
jumpy cop with the trigger finger, the tank-sized bouncer packing heat, the
backstabbing ex-boss sprawled somewhere on the floor.
The world narrowed to the span of Max’s powerful
shoulders and the primal musk of saffron and cedar. Above his neckline, the
spiky tips of another fierce tattoo curled around his neck.
She was guessing that hidden ink spread all the way
across his shoulders. Maybe all the way down his back. And that was a lot of real estate to cover on a man
like Max. With the flashing lights behind him, shadows cloaked his face. And
every inch of him scorched her skin.
“Wow.” She managed a husky whisper.
“You’re…really…something.”
“Pot and the goddamn kettle,” he growled.
Right before he kissed her.
DOSSIER
FOR NIKKI NAVARRE
DECLASSIFIED
DECLASSIFIED
Subject: Nikki
Navarre
Assignment: Double
Agent
Cover: Diplomat.
Playgirl. Author of the Foreign Affairs
series.
Nikki
Navarre is the
author of the award-winning Foreign
Affairs series and the sinister twin of unsuspecting historical
romance author Laura Navarre. In her
other life, Nikki is a diplomat who’s lived in
Russia and works on weapons of mass destruction issues. In the line of duty, she’s been trapped in an
elevator in a nuclear power plant and has stalked the corridors of facilities
churning out nerve agent and other apocalyptic weapons. In this capacity, she
meets many of the world’s most dangerous men.
Inspired by the perilous realities of her real life, Nikki writes romantic suspense set in glamorous international locales and laced with political intrigue. From her island compound in the Pacific Northwest, she divides her time between her writing career and other adventures for government clients. Her notorious exploits in the world of diplomacy will get her in trouble one of these days.
Inspired by the perilous realities of her real life, Nikki writes romantic suspense set in glamorous international locales and laced with political intrigue. From her island compound in the Pacific Northwest, she divides her time between her writing career and other adventures for government clients. Her notorious exploits in the world of diplomacy will get her in trouble one of these days.
The
Russian Obsession may be the last mistake she
ever makes.
Nikki
Her Favorite Obsessions:
Meet the Heroine from The Russian
Obsession
By Nikki Navarre
I always swore I’d never write an amnesia story. Until I met Christa. The haunted, half-Russian viral
engineer/nomad wakes in a Turkish bazaar with two passports, two governments on
her tail, and no memory of her dangerous past. Christabel Orlova walked out of
some shadowy recess of my psyche right into my heart. And for Max Vasylko, cocky ex-Russian fighter
pilot and gun-for-hire smuggler in my sexy spy romance The Russian Obsession, wild child Christa is (as he would say)
abso-frigging perfect.
While she hopscotches from hostel to cyber café across
Southeast Asia, one step ahead of the scary goons who hunt her, Christa stows a
journal in her grungy backpack. And she’s a list freak. I snuck a peek over her
shoulder while she scribbled at a bus station in Thailand.
My Top Five Obsessions
1. Cure for Ebola.
Talk about obsession. I’m going to design the perfect virus—a vaccine to wipe
every known strain of Ebola off the planet. Then donate it to the Red Cross and
the World Health Organization so every kid in the world can be vaccinated.
Someday.
2. The Bourne Identity. Saw the film on a
bus to Phuket and just…can’t…get it out of my head. And it’s not just because, you know, Matt Damon.
3. Speaking of Jason
Bourne…HAVE to get my memory back. But I’ve just about given up hoping.
4. Tar-black coffee.
Bitter and perfect. Lots of it. Getting three squares a day’s a challenge when
you’re basically, um, homeless and broke. High-octane caffeine keeps me fueled.
5. That guy I met
running security at the Embassy. With his Superman shoulders and neon blue eyes
and, yeah, that sexy grin. No wonder I’m obsessed. Not to mention he saved my
life from those terrorists. If Major Max Vasylko ever walked through my door,
I’d be in big-league trouble with a capital T…
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Let’s just say Christabel Orlova definitely piqued my
interest! If she piques yours, check out The
Russian Obsession.
Happy reading!
Nikki
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