Bound to Danger Synopsis:

At a benefit dinner, community activist Maria Cervantes overhears two men plotting a terrorist attack that could rock Miami to its core. But before she can alert authorities, she’s almost killed in a massive explosion—and wakes up in a hospital with no memory of what happened. As the sole survivor of the attack, she is now a person of interest to the NSA—and especially to Agent Cade O’Reilly. Because Maria is the one woman Cade has never been able to forget.

Years ago, they were closer than either was willing to admit—until Cade disappeared when Maria needed him most. Now he’s sticking by her, whether she likes it or not. Because the memories locked inside her mind could hold vital clues to the next attack. Because terrorists want her dead—and because he never wants to let her go again.

Katie Reus Bio:

Katie Reus is the New York Times, USA Today, & IndieReader bestselling author of the Red Stone Security series, the Moon Shifter series and the Deadly Ops series. She fell in love with romance at a young age thanks to books she pilfered from her mom's stash. Years later she loves reading romance almost as much as she loves writing it. However, she didn't always know she wanted to be a writer. After changing majors many times, she finally graduated with a degree in psychology. Not long after that she discovered a new love. Writing. She now spends her days writing dark paranormal romance and sexy romantic suspense.


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The doctor looked at him and nodded. “Yes. Reporters were swarming the front of the ER and many of the exits, but the police have been diligent in getting most of them across the street.” He handed the clipboard to the nurse, then motioned for them to follow him down a nearly deserted hallway.
The ballet-slipper-type shoes Nash had brought for Maria made soft squeaking sounds against the floor, but the other two men were silent as they headed down the quiet hallway. This was a recovery ward, which explained the lack of activity.
Moments later, Jose opened a stairwell door for them and motioned inside. “This goes all the way to a parking garage. I don’t know where you’re parked, but there should be minimal activity in this garage, if any.” He looked at Nash sharply. “You can find your vehicle, then pick Maria up from the garage. She’s fine to leave, but I want her resting and I don’t want anyone recognizing her.”
To Nash’s credit, he merely nodded. Maria knew he didn’t take orders often, but right now she understood both men just cared about her well-being. Something she appreciated. After giving the doctor another quick hug, she and Nash hurried into the stairwell.
“The NSA will probably be angry.” Okay, not probably. She didn’t know why she even cared, but for some reason she felt guilty about slipping out before talking to the tall . . . sexy, Cade O’Reilly.
She hated that after so long he was even better looking than she remembered. After the way he’d comforted her when he hadn’t needed to, it made her feel even crappier.She’d felt like a total maniac sobbing against his chest, but he hadn’t made her feel stupid. She could justify leaving all she wanted, but right now she just couldn’t deal with talking to him or anyone else.
“Who cares? That guy was a dick,” Nash muttered, hoisting her bag higher on his shoulder. “You know him?” he asked cautiously.
Maria was surprised he’d waited to ask her, but she nodded. “Yeah. He served in the Marines with Riel. My brother,” she clarified, though she figured he understood even though he’d never met her brother. He’d died long before Nash came to work for her father. “It was a long time ago, though.” She didn’t offer up more than that.
Thankfully Nash didn’t push her. “Let me just get you to the center, then your parents’ place. Your father will be home by the time you finish at the center and . . . he needs you, Maria.” Nash’s jaw clenched tight and for the first time Maria realized how absorbed in her own grief she’d been. Nash loved both her parents. Unlike her father, her mom had treated Nash more like a son than an employee, always fussing over him. Maria had always thought it was because she missed her own son so much.
“Oh, Nash, I’m . . .” She pulled him into a tight hug as they reached the second-stairwell landing. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

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