Out Now—A Harmless Little Plan (The
Harmless Series Book 3) by Meli Raine
Release date: December
13, 2016
Genre: Romantic
Suspense, Political Thriller
Description:
Turns out there was a second video from that awful night four
years ago. Mine wasn’t the only tape.
Too bad mine wasn’t the worst.
Drew can’t protect me no matter how hard he tries, but the
roles are flipped now. I have to help him, but I’m not wired that way. Not
anymore. That one night changed me more than anyone knows.
More than anyone could predict.
Three men think they’re above the law. They’re right.
But I’m willing to go beneath the law to make sure they never
harm anyone else. Their threats don’t scare me.
When you have nothing left to lose because someone took it
all away, you create the most dangerous creature imaginable.
Me.
Game over.
* * *
A Harmless Little Plan
is the final in this political thriller/romantic suspense trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine.
This series includes:
A Harmless Little Game
A Harmless Little Ruse
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Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense
undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the
women who love them.
Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old,
but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her
family.
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“Okay,” I concede. “You win. Why me? Why are you doing this?” It
takes so much control not to cry, or whine. The slight shake in my voice is
pretty damn understandable, given the circumstances. Every muscle I have,
including my lungs, keeps tightening, as if making them smaller will make me
less likely to be hurt.
Not possible.
John shrugs. Shrugs.
“It’s nothing personal.”
I cough, choking on a
universe-sized dose of incredulity. Nothing personal? This is nothing personal? A thousand
responses flood my mind but I’m not rational, so none of them come out.
“Don’t you have a game or
something? I thought baseball players didn’t get days off during the season.”
He pretends his shoulder
hurts, rubbing it while pursing his lips in a pretend pout. “Perfectly-timed
injury,” he says, adding a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. “I have three days
with nothing to do.” He leans in, his hand stroking my jaw. I close my eyes but
don’t jerk away. “I get to do you,”
he whispers, his breath filled with moisture, like he’s licking my face
although it’s just air.
My ribs cave in on
themselves, tensing so hard I’m afraid they’ll crack, my belly clenching.
I can’t let go. Can’t relax.
I start to shiver. I can’t control it. My bladder threatens to let go.
Suddenly, I’m ten feet away from my body, because really, what else can my
caged mind do?
I’m in hell.
People do whatever it takes
not to be in hell. We have a biological drive to survive. It goes beyond the
body.
Speaking of the body, I
remember the microchip. A whimper comes out of my nose. Tears fill the back of
my throat, hot and salty, thickening. I nearly gag but control myself, a sob
trying to work its way out.
If nothing else, they’ll find
my body. Drew’s chip gives me that relief.
Unless they cut my hand off.
The helicopter cuts a sharp
right, angling down, and because they didn’t buckle me in, I roll into the
door. John thumps against me, his hip digging into my butt. His body is tight
and physically radiates heat that makes me nauseated. I can’t stand having him
breathing in my hair, his hands on my ribs as the helicopter rights and he
pretends to need to touch me to sit up.
Why pretend? I have no power.
He can do anything he wants to me right now.
The thought makes the world
go wavy, white dots filling my vision.
Oh, no.
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