Night Shadow: A Novel (T-FLAC: Night Trilogy)

Product Description

Aside from working for T-FLAC (and having the same last name), Lexi Stone and Alex Stone are polar opposites, right down to Lexi’s mere mortality and Alex’s paranormal powers. And though Lexi disdains Alex’s rule-breaking bravado, she can’t ignore how his roguish charm makes her heart race.

But Lexi’s secret desires clash head-on with her duties when suspicions arise that Alex is poised to switch sides and join forces with a European terrorist cell. Lexi is now assigned to shadow his every move, but her task becomes even tougher when Lexi and Alex suddenly find themselves partnered on an emergency mission in Russia. To stop the rise of a superhuman terrorist threat, Lexi and Alex must work as a well-oiled team, with lethal shadows looming behind them and no one to trust but each other.

Review

“Pulse-pounding . . . contains all the danger, treachery and romance a reader could wish for . . . [Cherry] Adair elevates her high-octane tales into the must-read category!”—
Romantic Times
“Thriller action and hot sex . . . smoothly blends sensuality and espionage.”—
Publishers Weekly

About the Author

Cherry Adair has garnered numerous awards for her innovative action-adventure novels, which include
Night Secrets, Night Fall, White Heat, Hot Ice, On Thin Ice, Out of Sight, In Too Deep, Hide and
Seek, and
Kiss and Tell, as well as her thrilling Edge trilogy:
Edge of Danger, Edge of Fear, and
Edge of Darkness. A favorite of reviewers and fans alike, she lives in the Pacific Northwest, where she is as work writing the next T-FLAC mission.

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Chapter One

MOSCOW
 55 45 08 37 36 56 02 10 08 
1800 HOURS 

Blinking snowflakes off her lashes, T-FLAC operative Alexis Stone shot a quick glance down at the toes of her brand-new, size-eight combat boots as she teetered on the edge of the snow- encrusted roof. The excruciating headache that had plagued her for the last several minutes intensified. A headache was going to be the least of her damned problems if she didn’t 
move. Jump. Get it over with. Quick and painless. 

What the . . . ? 

Jump
across, she told herself. Not down.
Across. Between the buildings. A relatively easy jump, yet she hesitated. Terminal velocity wouldn’t be in effect in such a short drop. She’d only fall about a hundred and fifty feet, not the four hundred necessary to pick up the hundred and thirty- five miles an hour to achieve terminal speed. 

What was she
thinking? Mouth dry, heart pounding, Lexi shook her head to clear it. 

Mathematically, a falling object—
her—increased its velocity by thirty- two feet per second as it fell. Acceleration to gravity— 
Over. Not down. 

She’d be on the ground in less than two seconds— 
Over. Not down. 
Jump. Do it now. 
Hallucinations? 

Crap. She blinked white out of her eyes, her breath coming hot and fast. The training simulations hadn’t aptly portrayed what it felt like to be out in the field under hostile conditions. Not the cold, not the pressure, not the frantic tattoo of her heart. Not the irrational thoughts clouding her mind. One word summed up the experience. 

Terrifying. 
Focus. Fortunately, she was a pragmatic woman. Flights of fancy weren’t in her DNA. Or hadn’t been before to night. She’d trained with the best of the best. Now she just had to put it into action. She could do this. 
Do not
imagine being shot in the back. Do not
picture falling. Do not look down. 

Her mouth was too dry to even attempt swallowing. She started counting, silently, to slow the rushing thud of her pulse, which made it hard to hear and intensified the headache. 

Her gaze climbed upward incrementally until she focused on the hotel across the alley. Only eight feet separated the two buildings. 

Fifteen stories to the snowy ground below. 

She’d never been afraid of heights before. Lights popped on in some of the dark windows as dusk fell like an unwelcome blanket over Moscow. 

They’d followed her. She kn