How far would you go for love? : The Cliff Diver( Mina’s Choice Book 3) Romantic Suspense by Karissa Knight Book Tour with Giveaway
How far would you go for love?
The Cliff Diver
Mina’s Choice Book 3
by Karissa Knight
Genre: Romantic Suspense
A perfect blend of sexy romantic suspense and heart-pounding action, The Cliff Diver delivers thrills galore. The characters are heroic, but human. The settings are frighteningly exotic. Most of all, the book offers entertaining, but profound insights about what people need most of all. The overall package is five-star-worthy, and headed, I’m sure, for the big screen.—Saralyn Richard, author of the Detective Parrott Mystery Series
Determined to protect Mina at all costs, Jonathon ventures to Greece,
into the heart of danger to stop his enemy and ex-lover, Rory
Bradford. Using his unlimited resources, he orchestrates the
interception of a fentanyl shipment destined for the streets. When he
disappears without a trace, Mina refuses to sit idly by as the man
she loves faces peril.
Mina races to Greece, where she
embarks on a relentless quest to find Jonathon. With unwavering
determination, she delves into Rory's dark past, and uncovers her
secret identity. Rory is the daughter of a transnational crime
leader, and she has captured Jonathon. As Mina navigates the
treacherous waters of international crime, she joins forces with a
team of Jonathon’s highly trained, and resourceful friends.
Together they fight against weaponized drones, guerilla attacks and
time to rescue Jonathon from Rory’s prison.
In a
perilous quest to secure a future with the man she loves, Mina
discovers that she has the strength and fortitude to face her demons
and bring Jonathon home.
The Contract
Mina’s Choice Book 2
Chicago’s hottest legal star is the lawyer of choice for wealthy
offenders, but Mina’s courtroom victories increasingly conflict
with her sense of right and wrong. When she can’t ease her guilt
with her self-punishing extreme sport, she seeks to relieve it in
other ways. Billionaire Jonathon Thomas Heun is happy to oblige as
they take their relationship to the next level with Mina surrendering
control and embracing her dark, dangerous desires.
As
their lives intertwine in and out of the bedroom, past deeds haunt
them both, catapulting them into the perilous territory of the
Russian mob, money laundering, and blackmail. When Mina’s life is
threatened, Jonathan’s secrets shake Mina’s trust in him, putting
their relationship on uneasy ground.
Even if her enigmatic
lover proves his loyalty and saves her, can Mina forgive him and
accept his growing affection?
The Client
Mina’s Choice Book 1
Previously published as Elements of Submission by Karissa Knight.
My new client has the wealth
and power to make his own rules. As I’m drawn into his secret world
of dark fantasies I must know: Is he a killer, or the man of my
dreams?
Wilhelmina Green is the lawyer of choice for
Chicago's wealthy offenders. Mina’s latest victory, the acquittal
of a U.S. senator, has made her a media sensation. To the outside
world she appears to have it all, but she’s still searching for a
man with the strength to bring her dark fantasies to life.
CEO Jonathon Thomas Heun, a suspect in the death of his personal assistant, hires Mina to represent him. He slowly draws her into his seductive world of wealth and power as they investigate the murder. Despite her attraction to him Mina holds back, sensing Jonathon is keeping part of himself closed off from the world. And from her.
As the passion of their affair intensifies, Mina soon realizes her desires were just the beginning of an erotic dive into Jonathon’s lifestyle.
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Mina:
That
afternoon, we took a taxi to the Venetian Fortezza Castle and climbed steep
stone steps to the ruins. The domed Sultan Ibrahim Han
Mosque was one of three lonely structures left of the fortress. Sidewalks and
sandy paths wound away from the entrance of the ancient tourist attraction to
five-foot-high stone walls protecting the structure. Beyond the walls, the view
of the Mediterranean Sea was breathtaking.
Although, the chance I’d soon come
face-to-face with Rory was likely, Alex had given me hope with his offer to
help. Jonathon was alive. Alex promised to take me to him. Greg and my gut
said be wary. After witnessing the bombing of The
Dragonfly, I had no other mindset. Alternatively, if I didn’t find
Jonathon, if he was dead, would I be able to go home? To start again? Would I
be able to return to my Lincoln Park condo to a normal life?
I didn’t know what normal meant
anymore. It seemed like I’d been looking for Jonathon for months. In actuality,
I arrived in Athens less than a week ago.
Michael looked at his nautical
Rolex watch. “We’re right on time.”
It was hot this time of day, and I
had my hair up. A sundress with spaghetti straps kept me cool and the smell of
coconut-scented sunscreen wafted from my bare shoulders. I looked past the
mosque to the smooth, pale wall about a hundred yards away. A few cactuses
dotted the dry, desertlike terrain. Tourists wandered the dusty grounds in
small groups of two, three, and four.
Keeping an eye out for Alex, I
peered into the ancient circular mosque. The walls were made of large stones
and thick white clay. The air inside the round tiled room seemed much cooler.
Arches framed windows and prayer portals, and the domed ceiling was inlaid with
faded tiles that must have once been vibrant and colorful. People inside
whispered, their soft voices echoing in the hollow chamber.
I didn’t stay long because I worried
I’d miss Alex.
Heat radiated off the bare clay
earth. Far beneath the fortress wall, cars drove along the coastal highway. I
looked out at the sea or watched couples pushing strollers. I took photos for
geriatric travelers with the scenery behind them, while we waited for nearly an
hour. Michael and Emilya leaned into each other, their elbows on the fortress
wall, talking quietly about private matters with their backs to me. Sweat
dripped down my neck and I fanned myself with a brochure and sipped a bottle of
water.
Through the dust and glare, I saw
two men strolling our way. The mirage effect rising off the hot terrain
distorted them, so I couldn’t make out their features. The first had a
confident stride and wide shoulders. As he drew closer, I made out he was burly
and bald. He wore black slacks and a bright red short-sleeved shirt.
The muscular Black man behind him
stopped about ten yards away and assumed an at-ease stance. Dressed in camo
cargo pants and a fitted black T-shirt, he appeared to be military, but
something about him made the hairs on the back of my neck stand at
attention.
Something was wrong.
I raised my hand to shade the glare.
As the man approached, he tucked his
hand behind his back. Prickles scattered up and down the back of my neck as he
looked right at me.
“Mina?”
“Alex?” Be wary. Greg’s
voice echoed in my mind.
He was right in front of me, and as
I went to shake his hand, I saw his gun pointed at my chest. “I’m Alex Buccino.
Jonathon was right. You are easy on the eyes.”
I took a breath. “Where’s Jonathon?
You promised to take me to him.” I suspected he was with Rory, but the hope he
would lead me to Jonathon blinded me. He didn’t know we were ready for this.
Alex was about to answer, but his
gaze flicked to my left.
“What’s going on here?” Michael was
at my side with Emilya behind him. “Are you Alex?”
“Who’s this?” Alex asked.
Michael pushed away the barrel of
the gun and stepped between me and Alex. He spun swiftly and using a martial
arts move I recognized, he slipped underneath Alex’s arm. He gripped the hand
holding the gun. As they struggled for control of the weapon, Emilya grabbed my
arm. The military dude lunged forward at a frightening speed.
“Run!” Emilya shouted.
Michael knocked Alex’s weapon high
into the air and it landed on the ground in a cloud of dust as Emilya and I
took off across the rock-strewn field, through the ruins, and past the
temple.
I looked back and saw Michael shove
Alex to the ground. The military guy raced after me and Emilya. I ducked
beneath a few straggly pines, and we fled downhill toward an amphitheater where
a group was setting up band equipment on the stage. The rapid-fire gunshots
behind me sprayed the ground nearby with bullets. I kept running.
“What about Michael?” I shouted to
Emilya.
“Don’t worry about him!” Several
paces ahead of me, she maneuvered the amphitheater steps with speed and
agility. She darted between tourists and headed toward the parking lot.
When we reached the bottom of the
hill, we ran with traffic along the coastal road. I glanced over my shoulder
just as Michael emerged from the stone walkway to our right. “This way!” He
pointed toward an intersection a few hundred yards away.
The Black man closed quickly as we
ran past cars parked in the street and toward the populated avenue. The covered
sidewalk near the beach was packed with tables and chairs belonging to local
eateries. Slow traffic blocked our escape as we ducked between tourists and
pedestrians. The man was gaining on us.
The oceanside straightaway had no
turnoffs, no side streets that I could tell. Emilya quickly took the lead and
Michael stayed behind me. “Keep running!”
We zigzagged between cars, and at
the end of the strip we crossed a courtyard and slipped down an alley. Emilya
ran into a tourist shop where postcards and chachkas lined the shelves. I
knocked over a spinning sunglasses display and stooped to stand it back
up.
Michael took me by the arms and
pushed me forward. “Don’t stop!”
Emilya held the back door open for
us and closed it after we burst through.
“Wait!” Michael held the door
closed.
I saw what he was looking at and
picked up a broom. Black wrought iron security bars covered windows on either
side of the alley door. I jammed the handle of the broom behind the bars and
across the door. Someone on the other side tried to open the door and we
ran.
“I know where we can hide for a few
hours,” Emilya said over her shoulder.
As we came through the alley and
stepped back into the sun, a man yelled, “Stop them!”
“It’s Alex. Keep going!” Michael
pushed me forward. We dashed between scooters and bicycles where tourists
crowded the one-way road. We ran against traffic and ducked between buildings.
Emilya led the way down a brick, one-way alley.
My legs and lungs burned as I
inhaled the scent of grilled seafood and savory dishes along the way. But I
became winded. Alex was right on our heels.
“This way.” Emilya waved us onward.
We slipped down another alleyway lined with fig trees and palms, and she took a
sharp left into a small grocery store. She ran all the way through, pushing
shoppers out of the way until she reached a swinging door at the back of the
produce section.
“Theítsa?” she called. “Catherine?”
A woman emerged from the back room
carrying a crate of red ripe persimmons. “Emilya?”
I have no idea what Emilya said, but
she quickly conveyed our situation.
Michael kept looking over his
shoulder. Someone at the front of the store yelled, “Where did they go?”
“Hurry!” I said.
“This way.” Catherine set the crate
down and lead us to a trapdoor. She pulled it open, and we scrambled down to
the cool basement. She shut the door and locked it. A moment later, Catherine
yelled at someone. Their argument grew in volume as we looked up at the ceiling
and trapdoor. Footsteps stomped overhead then it all became quiet.
My heart pounded against my rib cage
as I tried to catch my breath.
“She told him no one came through.
She told him to get out of her store.” The whites of Emilya’s eyes shone in the
dark. “She told him she’s calling astynomía. Sorry. The
police.”
After several tense minutes in the
dark, we all relaxed.
Emilya pulled the chain on a single
bulb and smiled.
Karissa Knight loves to write sultry stories packed with dangerous characters and thrilling climaxes. She is a serial artist, an avid gardener, a classical musician, and author who lives in Wisconsin.
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I would enjoy reading this one. Sounds great.
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