"4 Daggers!...A rich, rewarding story of two people whose lives cross once again, and whose passions will not be denied. Danger stalks their every moved, and suspense wraps around them like a dark, deadly cloud. A hero straight out of your deepest fantasies, Lawton epitomizes the tall, quiet hero ready to ride to the rescue in the nick of time. Melissa is no weak-kneed damsel, though, despite the years under her father's thumb. She grows within the novel, becoming quiet strength, and heated passion in Lawton's arms…A story you don't want to miss. Read it for the sheer pleasure of immersing yourself deep within the lives, love and danger of Lawton and Melissa's life."—Shadoe Simmons, All About Murder Reviews

"I tried, Missy," he murmured. "God knows I tried." Transfixed by his gaze, she sat perfectly still as he settled both hands on her shoulders. Abruptly, he drew her up, out of the chair and into his arms. She flowed against him. He was stone and she was molten, fluid, shaping herself to him.

She felt a tremor in his body, in the hard arms that held her, but his embrace remained gentle. He drew a deep, ragged breath and buried his face against her neck, in the tumbling spill of her hair.

Reaching around him with her left arm, she spread her hand across the rigid muscle of his back. He took a step backward to lean against the back of the other chair, still holding her. She moved slightly, edging closer, and felt his lips brush across her forehead.