COYOTE  GORGEOUS
In the Arizona Desert, patrolling the Mexican Border on Christmas Eve, anything can and will happen... Life, death, human drama, even the miracle of love...

 

Rookie Border Patrol Agent Kaitlin Harrington hates Christmas and all men, since her lover jilted her and she lost her unborn child on Christmas Eve last year. To forget this personal tragedy, she answers the call and leaves the Irish quarters of South Boston to enter Border Patrol training academy in Arcadia, NM. Six months later, on Christmas Eve, she is guarding the Mexican border in southern Arizona, but little does she know that her life is about to change forever.

No amount of training prepared Kaitlin to arrest the gorgeous coyote who challenges her. His name is Miguel, and on this breathless adventure through the Arizona desert, on the most magical of nights, miracles do happen...

Miguel is unusually kind for a ruthless coyote smuggling people across the border. He also seems fascinated by the green eyes of the feisty auburn-haired beauty bent on impeding his important work. But Miguel is a man of many secrets, and his dangerous occupation leaves little time for Romance.

 

Many dangers lurk in the desert at night. Mountain lions, scorpions, rattlesnakes, and coyotes, the four-legged and the two-legged kind.

 

 

 

 

Like all US Border Patrol Agents, Kaitlin carries a Beretta 96D "Brigadier" pistol. It can contain as many as 12 rounds of ammunition, 11 in the magazine and one in the chamber. The 96 is essentially an older Beretta model (the 92) with some modifications.

 

But Kaitlin also carries a hidden blade in her right boot.  Beware!

 

 

COYOTE GORGEOUS

EXCERPT

At the light dribble of sliding gravel, Kaitlin dropped the cell and reached for the Beretta at her belt. Drawing, she turned around, her back safely to the Hummer. Her heart faltered as she held the firearm with two hands.

"Sweet Mother of God!" She gasped at her target.

Apollo himself couldn’t have looked more handsome in the moonlight. Muscles rippled on the smooth torso beneath the open denim jacket as he held up his hands, jostling the backpack on his shoulder. Under glossy black hair that fell over his forehead, the dark gaze of the Latino man burned with intense fire. He pinned her under his stare, as if trying to say something important but no words came out. He looked unarmed, strong yet non-threatening. Wasn’t he cold without a shirt? No, his forehead glistened with sweat. He must have been running but seemed hardly short of breath.

Fascinated, Kaitlin found it difficult to think. But who other than an illegal would roam the desert on Christmas eve? He didn’t look afraid. That couldn’t be good. He stood quietly there, waiting. For what? His friends? The memory of the group she spotted came to mind, but she heard nothing move in her immediate vicinity. How on earth was she supposed to arrest this coyote? Wrestle him to the ground? Somehow, the thought conjured appealing images.

Astounded by her sensual musings, Kaitlin realized she hadn’t felt that way in a long time. Although the gorgeous man looked unarmed, he probably concealed a knife or a small handgun. Staring back at him, Kaitlin hoped she looked fierce, like a predator hypnotizing her prey. She slowly moved forward.

The distinctive cocking of two automatic weapons snapped in the silence from behind the vehicle, disturbingly close. Kaitlin froze and a shiver ran up her spine. She’d made a mistake by leaving the protection of the Hummer.