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Trouble: Midnight Rainbow\Diamond Bay [Mass Market Paperback]

Linda Howard
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Dec 21 2010 Hqn
Two timeless tales of romantic suspense from award-winning New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Linda Howard…

Midnight Rainbow

Was Jane Hamilton Greer just a wealthy socialite in over her head or was she really engaged in espionage that could compromise U.S. interests for years to come? The only certainty was that she was being held captive, and special agent Grant Sullivan was the man to rescue her. Finding her was easy; getting her out was something else. But in the time they spent together, questions of guilt and innocence began to fade against the undeniable attraction between this fiery couple….

Diamond Bay

Rachel Jones wasn't looking for trouble, much less a man, but then she found Kell Sabin. He was washed up on her beach, barely alive. Someone had shot him twice. Her sixth sense told her that she was his only hope. With him lying unconscious before her, Rachel had to decide his future, as well as her own.


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Linda Howard is the award-winning author of many New York Times bestsellers, including Up Close and Dangerous, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Cover of Night, Killing Time, To Die For, Kiss Me While I Sleep, Cry No More, and Dying to Please. She lives in Alabama with her husband and two golden retrievers.

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He was getting too old for this kind of crap, Grant Sullivan thought irritably. What the hell was he doing crouched here, when he'd promised himself he'd never set foot in a jungle again? He was supposed to rescue a bubble-brained society deb, but from what he'd seen in the two days he'd had this jungle fortress under surveillance, he thought she might not want to be rescued. She looked as if she was having the time of her life: laughing, flirting, lying by the pool in the heat of the day. She slept late; she drank champagne on the flagstone patio. Her father was almost out of his mind with worry about her, thinking that she was suffering unspeakable torture at the hands of her captors. Instead, she was lolling around as if she were vacationing on the Riviera. She certainly wasn't being tortured. If anyone was being tortured, Grant thought with growing ire, it was he himself. Mosquitoes were biting him, flies were stinging him, sweat was running off him in rivers, and his legs were aching from sitting still for so long. He'd been eating field rations again, and he'd forgotten how much he hated field rations. The humidity made all of his old wounds ache, and he had plenty of old wounds to ache. No doubt about it: he was definitely too old.

He was thirty-eight, and he'd spent over half his life involved in some war, somewhere. He was tired, tired enough that he'd opted out the year before, wanting nothing more than to wake up in the same bed every morning. He hadn't wanted company or advice or anything, except to be left the hell alone. When he had burned out, he'd burned to the core.

He hadn't quite retreated to the mountains to live in a cave, where he wouldn't have to see or speak to another human being, but he had definitely considered it. Instead, he'd bought a run-down farm in Tennessee, just in the shadow of the mountains, and let the green mists heal him. He'd dropped out, but apparently he hadn't dropped far enough: they had still known how to find him. He supposed wearily that his reputation made it necessary for certain people to know his whereabouts at all times. Whenever a job called for jungle experience and expertise, they called for Grant Sullivan.

A movement on the patio caught his attention, and he cautiously moved a broad leaf a fraction of an inch to clear his line of vision. There she was, dressed to the nines in a frothy sundress and heels, with an enormous pair of sunglasses shading her eyes. She carried a book and a tall glass of something that looked deliciously cool; she arranged herself artfully on one of the poolside deck chairs, and prepared to wile away the muggy afternoon. She waved to the guards who patrolled the plantation grounds and flashed them her dimpled smile.

Damn her pretty, useless little hide! Why couldn't she have stayed under Daddy's wing, instead of sashaying around the world to prove how "independent" she was? All she'd proved was that she had a remarkable talent for landing herself in hot water.

Poor dumb little twit, he thought. She probably didn't even realize that she was one of the central characters in a nasty little espionage caper that had at least three government and several other factions, all hostile, scrambling to find a missing microfilm. The only thing that had saved her life so far was that no one was sure how much she knew, or whether she knew anything at all. Had she been involved in George Persall's espionage activities, he wondered, or had she only been his mistress, his high-class "secretary"? Did she know where the microfilm was, or did Luis Marcel, who had disappeared, have it? The only thing anyone knew for certain was that George Persall had had the microfilm in his possession. But he'd died of a heart attack—in her bedroom—and the microfilm hadn't been found. Had Persall already passed it to Luis Marcel? Marcel had dropped out of sight two days before Persall died—if he had the microfilm, he certainly wasn't talking about it. The Americans wanted it, the Russians wanted it, the Sandinistas wanted it, and every rebel group in Central and South America wanted it. Hell, Sullivan thought, as far as he knew, even the Eskimos wanted it.

So where was the microfilm? What had George Persall done with it? If he had indeed passed it to Luis Marcel, who was his normal contact, then where was Luis? Had Luis decided to sell the microfilm to the highest bidder? That seemed unlikely. Grant knew Luis personally; they had been in some tight spots together and he trusted Luis at his back, which said a lot.

Government agents had been chasing this particular microfilm for about a month now. A high-level executive of a research firm in California had made a deal to sell the government-classified laser technology his firm had developed, technology that could place laser weaponry in space in the near future. The firm's own security people had become suspicious of the man and alerted the proper government authorities; together they had apprehended the executive in the middle of the sale. But the two buyers had escaped, taking the microfilm with them. Then one of the buyers double-crossed his partner and took himself and the microfilm to South America to strike his own deal. Agents all over Central and South America had been alerted, and an American agent in Costa Rica had made contact with the man, setting up a "sting" to buy the microfilm. Things became completely confused at that point. The deal had gone sour, and the agent had been wounded, but he had gotten away with the microfilm. The film should have been destroyed at that point, but it hadn't been. Somehow the agent had gotten it to George Persall, who could come and go freely in Costa Rica because of his business connections. Who would have suspected George Persall of being involved in espionage? He'd always seemed just a tame businessman, albeit with a passion for gorgeous "secretaries"—a weakness any Latin man would understand. Persall had been known to only a few agents, Luis Marcel among them, and that had made him extraordinarily effective. But in this case, George had been left in the dark; the agent had been feverish from his wound and hadn't told George to destroy the film.

Luis Marcel had been supposed to contact George, but instead Luis had disappeared. Then George, who had always seemed to be disgustingly healthy, had died of a heart attack…and no one knew where the microfilm was. The Americans wanted to be certain that the technology didn't fall into anyone else's hands; the Russians wanted the technology just as badly, and every revolutionary in the hemisphere wanted the microfilm in order to sell it to the highest bidder. An arsenal of weapons could be purchased, revolutions could be staged, with the amount of money that small piece of film would bring on the open market.

Manuel Turego, head of national security in Costa Rica, was a very smart man; he was a bastard, Grant thought, but a smart one. He'd promptly snatched up Ms. Priscilla Jane Hamilton Greer and carried her off to this heavily guarded inland "plantation." He'd probably told her that she was under protective custody, and she was probably stupid enough that she was very grateful to him for "protecting" her. Turego had played it cool; so far he hadn't harmed her. Evidently he knew that her father was a very wealthy, very influential man, and that it wasn't wise to enrage wealthy, influential men unless it was absolutely necessary. Turego was playing a waiting game; he was waiting for Luis Marcel to surface, waiting for the microfilm to surface, as it eventually had to. In the meantime, he had Priscilla; he could afford to wait. Whether she knew anything or not, she was valuable to him as a negotiating tool, if nothing else.

From the moment Priscilla had disappeared, her father had been frantic. He'd been calling in political favors with a heavy hand, but he'd found that none of the favors owed to him could get Priscilla away from Turego. Until Luis was found, the American government wasn't going to lift a hand to free the young woman. The confusion about whether or not she actually knew anything, the tantalizing possibility that she could know the location of the microfilm, seemed to have blunted the intensity of the search for Luis. Her captivity could give him the edge he needed by attracting attention away from him.

Finally, desperate with worry and enraged by the lack of response he'd been getting from the government, James Hamilton had decided to take matters into his own hands. He'd spent a small fortune ferreting out his daughter's location, and then had been stymied by the inaccessibility of the well-guarded plantation. If he sent in enough men to take over the plantation, he realized, there was a strong possibility that his daughter would be killed in the fight. Then someone had mentioned Grant Sullivan's name.

A man as wealthy as James Hamilton could find someone who didn't want to be found, even a wary, burnt-out ex-government agent who had buried himself in the Tennessee mountains. Within twenty-four hours, Grant had been sitting across from Hamilton, in the library of a huge estate house that shouted of old money. Hamilton had made an offer that would pay off the mortgage on Grant's farm completely. All the man wanted was to have his daughter back, safe and sound. His face had been lined and taut with worry, and there had been a desperation about him that, even more than the money, made Grant reluctantly accept the job.

The difficulty of rescuing her had seemed enormous, perhaps even insurmountable; if he were able to penetrate the security of the plantation—something he didn't really doubt—getting her out would be something else entirely. Not only that, but Grant had his own personal experiences to remind him that, even if he found her, the odds were greatly against her being alive or recognizably human. He hadn't let himself think about what could have happened to her since the day she'd been kidnapped.

But getting to her had been made ridiculously easy; as soon as he left Hamilton's house, a new wrinkle had developed. No...


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5.0 out of 5 stars Wonderful, don't miss this! Sept. 4 2011
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This book contains the first two stories in a series of four, they are loosely related, using characters from the previous story. While this ties them together nicely they are wildly different, but each a gripping story. I could not put these books down until I had read all four stories, and they are on my "re-read regularly" shelf, and they have to be pretty darn good to make that shelf. If you are looking for books with really sensual characters and situations that are believable, give this writer a read. I don't care at all for her later books about boxing, but her earlier books are all great.
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4.0 out of 5 stars TROUBLE: a good read even the second time around Sept. 13 2011
By HeyWhatchaReading - Published on Amazon.com
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TROUBLE (HQN) by Linda Howard is actually two previously published books in one. I'm not sure I realized this when I added it to my shopping cart but it wouldn't have mattered because honestly, when I see a book with Linda Howard's name on it I automatically buy it. Yes, I am a big fan.

TROUBLE contains the books MIDNIGHT RAINBOW (1986) and DIAMOND BAY (1987) written twenty-five years ago under the name of Linda Howington. I think both are now out of print.

I'd already read the books in their original format but I enjoyed the stories regardless.

You might not expect the stories to be able to compete with her current work; after all she has had twenty-five years to improve her craft. But I think these two stories exemplify the inherent good story telling Howard gives her readers from her very first book to her latest.

Is there something in one (or both) of the books which ages the story? I didn't feel there was anything in the books that shouted "1980s" to me. One thing I noticed - there were no cell phones. In one scene, they searched out a phone booth to make a crucial call. No biggie. After all, I still remember phone booths.
There was no mention of some of the high tech toys popular in some books today. But, who needs advanced weaponry when you can kill a man with your bare hands, when you have charismatic, testosterone- packed alpha heroes like Grant Sullivan and Kell Sabin.(Great names, huh?)

The perfect alpha heroes: fearless, tough, sexy, confident with a pinch of vulnerability to make them human.
Her heroines weren't too shabby either. They weren't kick-ass tough, but they were strong and brave, diligent and intelligent, the perfect match to their mate...which after all, is what a great romance is all about.

If you are looking for a sexy, romantic suspense book pick up a copy of TROUBLE
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4.0 out of 5 stars Two Great Classic Linda Howard Stories... but Oct. 29 2011
By Parker Mackenzie - Published on Amazon.com
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I have been reading Linda Howard's novels for years and Midnight Rainbow is an old favourite (5*) and Diamond Bay (4*) runs a close second. In fact I bought "Trouble" as my old copy of Midnight Rainbow has seen better days. Still a great read but I was disappointed to see that the epilogue which appears at the end Midnight Rainbow is missing from this reprint. It is only a page of text but acts as a sweet ending to Grant and Jane's story. I can't see why it was left out of the story in "Trouble" whilst the original epilogue from Diamond Bay does make the cut. Nevertheless, they are still two great reads with heroes to fall for and heroines to admire - Enjoy!
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4.0 out of 5 stars INTERESTING June 13 2011
By Danielle Gray - Published on Amazon.com
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I have always been a big fan of Howards work, and this book was not an exception, steamy lovemaking, bad guys that give you a chill and a good ending.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Macho hero May 30 2011
By Jan - Published on Amazon.com
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This is a great sequal to Midnight Rainbow. Sabin's character is very "alpha male" and Rachel is a good match for him. I really like the dog's qualities, too. The story is a little weak, but the characters make up for lack of depth in the story line.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Some of her best novels! April 11 2014
By CAROL PAYNE - Published on Amazon.com
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Both of these novels are really great! So glad that they came together in one book. The heroes are suffering from issues common to those in professions that isolate the employee and require emotional distance. The women are smart and compassionate. Great plots and pacing. Please have all of Linda Howard's books put out on kindle. I have this book, but would purchase a kindle version if you had one.
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