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SG-5 Series Companion #3
May 2009

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No Limits by Alison Kent

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SG-5 Series Companion #3
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Simon Baptiste's latest SG-5 mission just went off the rails, meaning it’s a good time to take care of some business at home. He's got old enemies in Bayou Allain, Louisiana who won't exactly roll out the red carpet. But Simon's first night back is more than he bargained for. Not only has the homestead gone to hell, but there's a half-naked woman hiding inside—a woman whose face Simon knows all too well. It's Michelina Ferrer, the sultry spokesmodel for her family's Ferrer fragrance empire—and Simon's been staring at her picture on a billboard outside his Manhattan apartment for weeks.

Micky Ferrer came to Bayou Allain looking for her old college friend, only to discover that Lisa Landry has been missing for days. As soon as Micky starts asking questions, someone runs her car off the road. She's hiding out in the old Baptiste place when Simon shows up—and he's the hottest thing she's laid eyes on since she got to town. Simon agrees that something strange is going on and that Lisa's disappearance may be tied to it. As he and Micky search for answers, the sweltering heat makes it hard to keep their heads straight or their hands off each other... even as they unravel the small-town secrets that some people are willing to kill for.


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The Comfort of Favorite Things - Bliss and the Art of Forever - The Sweetness of Honey - Beneath the Patchwork Moon - Boots Under Her Bed - A Blue Christmas/Jingle Bell Rock(Digital Edition) - Unforgettable - The Second Chance Café - Unbreakable - Undeniable - Holiday Kisses/This Time Next Year - Twenty-One Hours/SEAL of My Dreams - At His Mercy - Playing Love's Odds (Digital Edition) - Love Me Tender (Digital Edition) - Love In Bloom - (Digital Edition) - The Icing On The Cake - With Extreme Pleasure - One Good Man - No Limits - A Long, Hard Ride - Maximum Exposure - Kiss & Tell - Deep Trouble - In Danger - At Risk - Tex Appeal - The Perfect Stranger - Beyond A Shadow - Infatuation - The Complete Idiot's Guide To Writing Erotic Romance - Deep Breath - Goes Down Easy - Red Letter Nights - Totally Charmed - Kiss & Makeup - Undressed - Larger Than Life - Sara Smiles/Beach Blanket Bad Boys - The McKenzie Artifact - The Beach Alibi - The Samms Agenda - The Shaughnessey Accord - The Bane Affair - Mother, Please! - Indiscreet - Wicked Games - A Blue Christmas/Jingle Bell Rock - Striptease - The Sweetest Taboo - Bound To Happen - No Strings Attached - Roped Into Romance - All Tied Up - Love In Bloom - Four Men & A Lady - Love Me Tender - The Badge And The Baby - The Grinch Makes Good - The Heartbreak Kid - Call Me - Playing Love's Odds

He slowed as he reached the entrance to the bridge that crossed the swampland giving Bayou Allain its name. A fire truck, an ambulance, and three cars from the sheriff’s department blocked all but one slice of road.

Simon could understand why. Hitting the bridge at too high a speed had not fared well for the car below, its front end buried in the muck, its underbelly exposed to the elements and covered in the detritus of the swamp.

The scene wasn’t fresh. The car’s wheels weren’t spinning. He didn’t see signs of a driver or passenger, though that could be explained by the ambulance. At least the parish coroner wasn’t on site.

He made it across the bridge without incident, sped up for the last half mile before the turn into his property, and headed for the house in which he’d grown up.

He doubted he’d see his cousin unless he made a concerted effort to do so. He didn’t want to leave here without setting things straight, but he wasn’t going to force a confrontation with King.

Not when the sale of the land would widen the rift between them.

Making provisions for his cousin was something he needed to discuss with Lorna, whether or not it could be done by giving King time to relocate, or setting aside for him a portion of the profits from the sale.

If there were any profits.

Simon might be looking at nothing but a break even proposition, if not a loss.

As long as this was the last trip down south he had to make, he could deal with that, he mused, his truck rolling to a stop in front of a two story frame structure that he barely recognized as his childhood home.

He took a minute to shake off old memories, then climbed out of the truck. He’d haul in his gear after he checked out the house, gauged whether or not it was livable or if he was going to need to head back to Abbeville for a room. He wasn’t up to rooming with raccoons, possums, and rats.

The porch steps were solid enough, though the railing wouldn’t have supported the weight of a bird. He shook it again. He’d have to round up a hammer and nails, pick up a couple of new two-by-fours . . .

Uh, no. He wouldn’t. He was selling the place – buildings and land – “as is.” Repairs would keep him here way too long, cost him way too much.

He was checking out the warped porch and the fit of the screen door’s frame when he heard a noise inside. The back door opened into the kitchen, and he knew critters enjoyed burrowing into cupboards, beneath old appliances, even under the floorboards of rooms with more hiding places than most.

Except how many of those critters had figured out how to pump the well handle to bring water up to the sink?

He slid the Smith & Wesson M&P .357 he wore at his waist from its holster, took hold of the door knob and slowly turned, pushing inward until he saw movement, then slamming it all the way open and swinging his hands up, gun at the ready.

“Who the hell . . .?” was all he got out before realizing he knew exactly who his trespasser was.

He’d just never seen her like this . . . standing at a sink, one hand on a pump handle, her dark hair caught on top of her head with a John Deere cap, a sheer push-up bra and a pair of rubber waders the only clothes she wore.

He engaged the safety and holstered the semiautomatic, chuckling under his breath with as much humor as disbelief. If only the guys from Page Six could see their favorite pair of tits and ass now.

“Well, if it isn’t Michelina Ferrer, heiress to the Ferrer Fragrance empire.”

Her lips trembled in response, the pallor of her face nearly the same shade as the shocked whites of her eyes.

He sobered, taking a closer look at the bruise on her right cheekbone, the scrape on the same shoulder, the gash on her forearm she’d duct-taped closed.

Then he remembered the accident he’d passed.

And he swore.

“It wasn’t an accident, was it?” he asked, and she crumpled to the floor, shaking her head as a sob filled with fear shook her body.