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“No screaming,” he reminded her. “Promise me. ”

She nodded her head. She’d have promised him the moon if he’d only get the hell off her so that she could draw air into her aching lungs. Besides, she was banking on someone, anyone, discovering them any second now. He nodded in return. “Good. Because I’m having a major guilt attack here, and I really just need you to co-operate. ” That said, he lifted his fingers from her mouth. Immediately, she opened her mouth to yell, but he stopped her. This time with his mouth. She was so stunned, it actually took Abby a moment to struggle. He was kissing her.

JILL SHALVIS

Dear Reader,

I’m drawn to action-adventure films, and if they have a romance in them, well then, that’s just icing on the cake. So it seemed like a logical decision to try my hand at writing one, romance included, of course – an adrenaline-fuelled, seriously sexy romance. Once I’d found my hero, Hawk, it was obvious I couldn’t write his story any other way…

So I’d like you to meet Hawk and Abby, fellow agents on the run for their very lives. In the beginning, they irritate – and arouse – the hell out of each other. But danger has a way of bringing out the best in people.

Enjoy,

Jill Shalvis

SHADOW HAWK

BY

JILL SHALVIS

Being a writer can be lonely.

Thankfully, I have a support group.

Thanks to Steph for the sanity lunches.

Thanks to Laurie for the sweet enthusiasm.

And thanks to Gena for…well, everything.

Couldn’t have done this one without you.

Prologue

Cheyenne, Wyoming Regional ATF offices

SHE WAS ALL LEG, and Conner Hawk was most definitely a leg man. Hell, he was also a T&A man, but Abigail Wells, fellow ATF agent and communications expert, not to mention all around hot chick, was so well put together she could have made him a certified elbow man.

Too bad she hated his guts.

She walked—strolled—across the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms’ office, her soft skirt clinging to her thighs with every graceful swing of her hips. Her blazer hid her torso from view, but he knew she had it going on beneath that as well. Her honey-colored hair was pulled up in some complicated do that screamed On Top Of Her World.

As if she’d read the direction his thoughts had traveled, Abigail glanced over at him, those bee-stung lips flipping her smile upside down, her eyes going from work-mode to pissy-female mode.

Oh yeah, there was the frown, the one she’d been giving him ever since the day she joined the team six months ago. She’d come from the Seattle office, where she’d worked in the field. He tried to imagine her wearing an ATF flak jacket, guarding his six, and was halfway lost in that fun fantasy when she spoke.