Gwen grasped the pole higher and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around it as she climbed. When she reached two-thirds of the way up, she clamped her knees against the metal, arched her back and leaned backwards, her arms reaching toward her audience. Once the blood rushed to her head, she used her strong abdominal muscles to pull herself up. She grasped the pole with one hand, drew her knees up and placed the soles of her shoes against it, slowly revolving around and down. Her slow spin was perfect and the audience’s appreciation, vocal. She had them in the palm of her hand. Her gaze swept over the crowd. Right in the middle of her palm stood Jean-Luc, mouth gaped open with what her daddy called a pole-axed expression.
What should be a wonderful trip to Paris turns menacing when Gwen Morningstar’s daughter is kidnapped by The Red Hand terrorist group. Fortunately, Jean-Luc LeFevre of France’s Counterterrorism Unit is there to rescue her little girl. Gwen is grateful, but her need to apprehend the abductors must override any desire she feels for the handsome agent with his own brand of justice…and danger.
Jean-Luc is not pleased when Gwen, a crime scene photographer with just enough training to get them killed, is assigned to work with him. Not only does she take too many risks, she drives him to distraction.
As Gwen and Jean-Luc track the terrorists, their feelings for each other grow as fast as the danger. Jean-Luc is determined to protect Gwen and her daughter, but the sinister grasp of The Red Hand is strong and far-reaching. It will take more than love to keep them all safe.