What do you do when desire drives you to the very brink?
The day Navajo journalist Katherine James met Gabriel Rossiter, the earth literally moved beneath her feet. Nearly killed in a rockslide while hiking, she found her life in the tall park ranger's hands. Although she can't forget him she thinks she'll never see him again. She is crushed when she recognizes her rescuer among the law enforcement officers raiding a sweat lodge ceremony one night, throwing her and her friends off Mesa Butte, land they consider sacred.
Gabe long ago swore he would never again lose himself to a woman not even one with long dark hair and big eyes that seem to see right through him. But from the moment he first sees Kat, the attraction he feels is undeniable. Appalled by what he has been ordered to do, he's determined to get to the bottom of recent events at Mesa Butte and to keep Kat safe.
But asking questions can be dangerous almost as dangerous as risking one's heart. And soon Kat and Gabe's passion for the truth and each other makes them targets for those who would do anything, even kill, to keep Native Americans off their sacred land.
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"A steamy romantic suspense that will keep you glued to the pages...Kat is a beautiful, strong woman full of integrity with a strong belief in her Navajo heritage. Hunky Gabe isn't as strong as he thinks when confronted with a woman who's perfectly attuned to him. Incredibly raw and erotic sex binds them as nothing else can. This highly sensual novel will curl your hair from the sexual activity, while keeping you totally in suspense throughout. A very good read." —Fresh Fiction
"From the first page, danger drives the suspenseful plot in Pamela Clare's Naked Edge. Navajo journalist Kat James meets handsome park ranger Gabe Rossiter when he saves her life while hiking. Fate conspires to throw them together again when he's one of the law enforcement officers involved in the raid of a sweat lodge. While their attraction is immediate, Kat makes it clear she's saving herself for a man who wants to be a husband and have kids. That's not what risk-taker Gabe plans for after a tragic and hurtful past romance. But when death comes to someone close to Kat, followed by threats on her life, he can't stay away. Appointing himself her personal bodyguard puts them both in danger as they investigate recent events on sacred Native American land. Fast-paced, with fiery love scenes as well as interesting glimpses of both extreme mountain sports and Navajo culture, this romance will keep readers' hearts pumping."—BookPage
"... [F]rom the very beginning I was drawn in. The characters were rich. The quiet dignity of Kat juxtaposed against the reckless vulnerability of Gabe was refreshing and moving. The portrayal of the Native American culture as something beyond ethnicity into a belief system was tenderly drawn. When I was done with the book, I bemoaned that there was no one to talk about it with." —Dear Author, — A review
"Naked Edge is undoubtedly one of the most powerful love stories I have ever read. The intrigue and suspense are plentiful as are smoldering passions, but the love story especially is solidly told with a rhythm that slowly and continuously gains momentum. Kat's genuine goodness and purity are a balm to Gabe's tortured soul, yet she is unaware of how uniquely special she is. Gabe sees a woman in Kat that she doesn't even realize exists. Navajo customs are beautifully written and woven into this story without being stereotypical and I feel certain that most readers will find themselves educated and more understanding as a result."—Romance Junkies, 5 Blue Ribbons
"[F]rom start to finish I was completely enthralled with this one! Note to all of you: If you haven't tried this series you are MAJORLY missing out on some very good reading. Not only is it hot, but it's riveting! Pamela Clare is amazing. In this series, she has created a world that is not only breathtaking with its passion and danger, but with its deep layers about humanity and reality. I couldn't put this one down; it was absolutely a page turner. The love story between Gabe and Kat is so beautiful and at times heart wrenching, as well. And while I absolutely loved Hard Evidence and Unlawful Contact and thought they couldn't be topped, this one proved me wrong! I have to say I loved this one even more! So do yourself a favor. You definitely don't want to miss this one! And though it is part of the I-Team series, it works well as a stand-alone, as well. But, believe me, once you try this, you are going to want to run out and get the rest of the books as well! Every one of them is on my keeper shelf, and this one is going there, as well...If you see Pamela Clare's name on the cover I guarantee you are in for a great read!"—Jennifer Johnson, Night Owl Reviews, 5 Stars NOR Top Pick
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Gabe sucked in a breath, shocked by the blistering impact of Kat's unexpected kiss, heat shearing through his gut at the first clumsy press of her lips against his. Even as his body responded, some part of his brain knew this shouldn't be happening. "Kat, you're upset and tipsy and—"
She kissed him again, tilting her head to better slant her mouth over his.
He turned his face away, felt her lips brush his jaw. "Honey, you don't really want this. You've just lost—"
She made a little sound of protest, her arms sliding behind his head, drawing his lips closer to hers, as if to show him that she did really want it.
Good. So did he.
Ignoring the pathetic warnings of his conscience, he took control of the kiss, drawing her tight against him, capturing her mouth with his.
God, she tasted sweet! She smelled sweet, too — like honey and woman. She gave a little whimper, melting against him in a way that was utterly feminine, every inch of her soft body molding to his, her breasts pressing against his ribs, her lips parting to give him access. He swirled his tongue over hers, felt her body tense. And through a pheromone fog, he realized she wasn't just a virgin between her legs.
Kissing — real kissing — was new to her, too.
Not just virgin, buddy — extra virgin.
He reined himself in, gentled the kiss, slowed it down, brushing her lips lightly with his, teasing their outline with the tip of his tongue, nipping their fullness, his lust for her at war with some strange urge to protect her from himself. In his world, any night that started with kissing ended soon after with fucking. His cock had already risen to the occasion and strained painfully against his fly, looking for the surest route out of denim and into her. But that couldn't happen — not tonight, not when she was vulnerable and afraid and hurting, probably not ever. She wanted happily ever after, and all he could give her was sex. Still, he could keep kissing her...
He claimed her mouth in a no-holds-barred kiss, penetrating deep, taking her tongue with his, sucking it into his mouth, biting down. She whimpered, kissed him back, meeting the strokes of his tongue with her own, her fingers curled in his hair, her body almost undulating against his, communicating in a primal language of its own, one Gabe's body understood only too well.
Katherine James might want to save her virginity, but her body had other plans.
With a groan, he drew her beneath him, testosterone shorting out his brain, his body taking over, his blood running hot and fast. He found her throat and pressed his lips against the rapid beating of her pulse, kissing a path over soft, sweet skin, tasting her, nibbling her earlobe. And he wasn't finished — not by a long shot.
Kat heard herself whimper and turned her head to the side, surrendering her throat to Gabe, the heat of his lips raising goose bumps on her skin, his male scent filling her head, the hard press of his body on top hers making her belly flutter.
She'd never felt anything like this, never even imagined it — the heat, the intensity, the overwhelming physical force of it. Her body trembled, and her heart raced, her breathing uneven as if she'd been running. And she was running — from her grief, from her fear, from everything that hurt. Some part of her knew this, but that only made her run faster.
The rules don't apply tonight.
She didn't stop him when he slid a callused hand beneath her sweater to trace tiny circles up her ribcage. She didn't object when his clever fingers found the clasp of her bra between her breasts and unhooked it. And when he cupped her left breast, when his thumb flicked her nipple...
She gasped, stunned, the sensation too astonishing, too arousing, too wonderful to be real. Jagged shafts of heat seemed to shoot straight from her breast to her belly, turning to liquid between her thighs.
"You like that, don't you?"
At the husky sound of his voice, her eyes flew open. She found him looking down at her, his breathing as rough as hers, his blue eyes burning, a smile on his wet lips. She forced herself to hold his gaze, shocked by the intimacy of watching him as he watched her, as he watched the effect his touch had on her, his hand still cupping and shaping her breast, his thumb tracing lazy circles over its aching crest.
And the heat in her belly became a wildfire.
Then he pushed her sweater up, baring her breasts, his gaze raking hungrily over her. "God, Kat, honey, you've got beautiful breasts. They're so... Mmm."
Whatever he'd been about to say became a moan as he ducked down and drew one of her nipples into the scorching heat of his mouth.
"Gabe." Kat's body jerked at the initial shock of it, the pleasure staggering as he suckled first one nipple and then the other, tugging at her with his lips, teasing her with velvet strokes of his tongue, tormenting her with nips of his teeth. It was sweet, so sweet, and terrible, too, the fire between her thighs now a throbbing ache. She heard herself calling his name, felt her hips lifting toward him, wanting, wanting...
He groaned, settled his weight between her thighs, and answered her need, grinding what could only be the thick ridge of his erection against her — there. Slowly, so slowly he moved against her, taking the edge off the ache, only to make it so much worse. She was wet, the emptiness inside her burning, her inner muscles clenching around nothing. And she knew.
If he kept going, if he pressed her, she wouldn't be able to stop him. She wouldn't want to.
Gabe's body was strung so tightly he thought it might snap. He'd been a damned idiot to take it this far. He'd wanted to give her the comfort she so obviously needed, and one thing had let to another. Or that's what he'd told himself. In truth, he'd wanted to kiss her and hold her — and so he had.
He needed to stop. But how could he when Kat was coming apart in his arms, her response burning him up? Her little mewls and whimpers were driving him out of his mind, her wine-dark nipples drawn into tight buds that begged for his mouth, her hips moving in a way that was both feminine and undeniably erotic. He didn't want to stop — oh, hell, no! He wanted to fuck her long and hard. He wanted to make her come again and again. He wanted to forget himself inside her.
And then what, buddy? You'll pluck her sweet cherry and show her the door? She deserves better than that, and you damned well know it.
Gabe dragged his lips from hers, forced his hips to hold still, sexual need grinding in his gut, blood pounding through his veins. "Kat."
She looked up at him, so beautiful it made his chest ache, confusion and longing in those hazel green eyes, tear stains on her cheeks, her lips red and swollen, her delicious breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath — no makeup, no silicon, nothing but sweet, soft, sexually aroused woman.
He fought the urge, so elemental, to kiss her again and settled for running his knuckles over her cheek. Somehow, he managed to string a few words together. "If I don't stop now, honey, we're going to be at this all night."