Hotter Than Wildfire Read Online Free

Hotter Than Wildfire
Book: Hotter Than Wildfire Read Online Free
Author: Lisa Marie Rice
Tags: Fiction, General, Suspense, Erótica, Romance, Contemporary, Women Singers, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Abused Women, Retired military personnel, Security consultants
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rousing rock, smoldering jazz, tender ballads. There was nothing she couldn’t do so perfectly that you couldn’t ever imagine the song being sung any other way, even when you’d heard it a thousand times before by a thousand other singers.
    Half her songs were covers, for which she recorded the definitive version—no other singer need apply. The other half, he’d been astonished to read on the jacket blurb, were composed by her. And though it wasn’t stated anywhere, he also had the feeling that she played keyboard for some of the simple ballads.
    It was all very mysterious. Maybe even a marketing ploy. If it was, it was brilliant, because the Net was alive with a thousand iterations of who is she? while fans flocked to buy her CDs. She got tens of millions of hits on YouTube, though the only images were sunsets, the sea, trees swaying in the wind.
    Because no one knew who she was.
    There were no photographs, she’d never been interviewed, had never given a concert. Identity top secret.
    The online tabloids went wild.
    They said she was black, white, beautiful, ugly beyond words, old, young…Harry didn’t give a fuck. She could have been a three-hundred-pound hippopotamus with seven chins for all he cared. All he knew was that when he put on one of her CDs and his headset, the world—and him with it—simply went away.
    WHO IS EVE? was a tabloid staple. Entire sections of People and US Weekly were devoted to smoking out her identity. According to the National Enquirer she was Bill Clinton’s secret love child. Or George Clooney’s. Or the Pope’s. Depending on the week. Harry was just waiting for Eve to be a space alien.
    What the hell did he care?
    Harry lay back, closed his eyes and let her carry him away until the sky outside his living room windows went from black to pewter to pearl.
    At seven, he reluctantly slipped his headphones off and headed for the shower.
    Time to face another day.
    Seattle
      Roddy Fisher was thrown into the storage room by two of his men, McKenzie and Trey.
    Gerald Montez was sitting in a comfortable chair because he thought it might take a long time to beat some information out of the guy. But looking at the worm, he thought, Maybe not. Maybe they could get this done fast.
    Roddy Fisher, talent agent, was small and round and was already whimpering, though he hadn’t even been roughed up yet. All that was still to come.
    Montez was used to soldiers, men who’d been trained and trained hard to be tough, to resist. This guy was a soft target, the softest. Trendy clothes, manicured hands, no muscle definition at all. Gerald didn’t know what Fisher looked like yet, because his men had brought him in with a hood over his head. Interrogation 101—keep them disoriented. And scared.
    The guy was scared all right. He’d even pissed his pants.
    Fucking wuss.
    Montez signaled with his hand and a bright spotlight was switched on, leaving the rest of the storage room in darkness. One of his men whipped the hood off and Fisher screwed his eyes up against the thousand-watt light.
    Montez knew Fisher couldn’t see him, couldn’t see anything, actually, but still he kept his face blank, though he felt disgust. Fisher’s eyes were swollen shut from tears and snot ran down his face, making the duct tape over his mouth glisten. Nobody’d touched him, beyond bundling him into a car and putting a hood over his head, and just look at him. Already in meltdown.
    He hadn’t even seen Montez’s men behind him, standing ready beside a tray full of instruments that looked designed for carpentry work. Carpentry work on humans, to cut and pull and carve. And Fisher hadn’t noticed the tarpaulin under his chair to catch sweat, blood, DNA.
    Trey reached around and ripped the duct tape off Fisher’s mouth. Jesus, Fisher winced as the tape was torn away. What a freaking girl.
    “Oh God,” Fisher sniveled. His voice was high and whiny, warbling with bodily fluids. “Where am I? What do you want?”
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