Palace of the Jaguar
CID Agents, Ali Donavon and Jack Gunnison no longer believe in love or their
fellow man, until life or death circumstances reveal the depth of sacrifices
they willingly make for each other...
Ali's work in the CID is dark and dangerous like her new
partner, Jack "Gun" Gunnison, the agency's top sniper. Recently ending a bad
relationship, Ali doesn't want anyone like Gun in her life, too good
looking, too into himself, and too much like her arrogant ex. As a woman in
a man's world, she is determined to prove herself among the best in the CID.
The agency is her life now.
Gun's life has been filled with self-doubt, guilt, an unfaithful wife, and
the unwitting responsibility for his best friend's death has made him wary.
He needs to succeed in his new assignment, both to achieve justice for his
friend and to find the redemption that will heal him. He sees Agent Donavon
as a real danger to his concentration which could jeopardize the success of
Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING
Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
Length: 107,000 words
Cover Art by Jinger
PALACE OF THE JAGUAR
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REVIEWS for Palace of the Jaguar
5 Cups: 2008 Coffee Time Reviewer's Recommend Award:
"This is excellent; truly one of the best books I have read in a long
time. The suspense and adventure are everything you could ask for. It is
superbly written and will keep you on the edge of your seat. The romance is just
as fantastic. The main characters are exactly what the reader is looking for.
They are tough as nails, intelligent, and fight for their love as well as their
country. I could easily read this over and over, and would love to see Donavon
and Gun again. Both thumbs up for Palace of the Jaguar, and a huge thank
you to Ms. Womack for such a great read!"
—Lototy, Coffee Time Romance
"FBI Agent, Ali Donnavan, and her partner, Jack Gunnison, were
sent to Bogota Columbia to kill a man. Their relationship is touchy and steamy
from day one. Falling in love with him could put them both in danger, but she
could not help herself.
Betty Womack has a talent for engaging her readers. I
suddenly found myself an FBI Agent in Columbia in love with my partner. The
characters are flippant, tough, and very sexy. Palace of the Jaguar is a
nonstop action novel. Fans of action romantica will not want to miss Palace
of the Jaguar."
—Anne Boling, Review Your Book
"I was pleasantly surprised to enjoy this novel of romance and
suspense. Ali and Gun were perfect for each other. Ali is tough, with the
ability to still be a southern belle and hit her mark with any weapon. Gun was a
perfect description of Sean Connery of the older James Bond movies. This story
was fast paced with a plot that flowed very well. There was sexual chemistry
between Ali and Gun from the beginning and you just knew that they were going to
satisfy that itch, you just didn’t know when. When they come together sexually
it was hot... Palace of the Jaguar is a great read for those who enjoy a
lot of suspense with their sex and romance. Another winner from Ms. Womack!"
— LT Blue, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"I enjoyed this book immensely. The characters were razor sharp, and the sexual
tension was palpable. I felt like the author exorcised a few of her own personal
demons in this book, and all I could think to say was "wow", and "watch out"!
The bad guys in the book were actually pretty well rounded from a reader point
of view, and appeared to participate in all of the seven deadly sins. The plot
points in the book were well thought out, and it was hard for me to put it down.
I can't wait to see more from this author."
— Dawn Epton, Paranormal Romance
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Gun stared out the van window until the
driver turned off the highway and drove down a narrow,
weed-choked road. He’d been here before. The rifle range was a
wind-driven piece of dirt surrounded by bunker-like berms and
bullet-riddled mock-up buildings.
They were there to test fire the weapon he
and Ali would use to take Armondez out. Donavon sat with Rance
in the middle row of seats. She hadn’t spoken for thirty
minutes. He liked that she wasn’t chatty.
The van rolled to a stop near a dilapidated
shell of a building, and the agents climbed out. It was hammer
time. Gun fell in behind Hamm, who carried a dark leather case.
He set the case down on a battered wooden table and motioned for
the agents to gather around.
“Donavon, Gun. Over here.” Hamm opened the
case and brought out the weapon he had chosen for them. He held
up the sleek, no-nonsense .338 Lapua Magnum sniper rifle. “This
weapon is a rotating-bolt, manually operated rifle with a Zeiss
scope. It will bring down a water buffalo at 15,000 meters.”
Hamm lowered the rifle and looked at his team. “This weapon is
the T-76 longbow, tactical engagement rifle. Vastly superior to
.30 rifles without the weight of a .50 caliber. The weapon’s
failure ratio is zilch. It won’t let you down.”
Ali seemed to be impressed, edging closer to
Hamm. All Gun could see was the top of her head and strands of
hair that were caught up in the blustery wind. She still wore
the big old parka she’d snagged from the lost-and-found. The
thing swallowed her slim figure. Come to think of it, he’d never
seen her figure.
“Gun, you want to join us over here? Maybe
fire this weapon a few times?”
“Be glad to, sir.” Gun appeared nonchalant,
but he felt pissed off at himself. He’d been checking out his
He checked the magazine, worked the bolt to
lay a round in the chamber. “Nice action, sir.”
“Let’s see how accurate it is.” Hamm signaled
for the target boards to be raised. “Start anywhere you like.”
Gun knew weapons, and he liked the feel of
the Beretta. Just enough weight to remind you it was there, but
not enough to weigh a man down. Just the way he liked his women.
An odd sensation made him look to his left. Ali was staring at
him, her icy-blue gaze serious as hell.
“Don’t worry.” He figured she was grading
him. “I never miss what I aim at.”
She gave him the bird and smiled at him with
her teeth. “Famous last words.”
He pulled the cold stock to his shoulder and
cradled it against his cheek. Sighting the 500-yard target, he
pulled the trigger. The kick should’ve loosened his molars.
“Let’s see what you scored.” Hamm signaled
for the target. He studied it with a shake of his head.
Gun wasn’t concerned. He knew he’d hit it
dead center and finished taking his shots. All bull’s-eyes. He
turned around when Hamm called for Ali to fire.
She took the rifle from him with her
strong-looking hands and immediately worked the bolt to drop a
round in the chamber. She shrugged the parka off and raised the
rifle to her shoulder. He liked her moxie, but her fine ass got
most of his attention. While her jeans worked up between her
butt cheeks, he was getting hard.
The way she took aim was exactly what he
would have told her to do. He realized she had been holding her
breath until she pulled the trigger.
“Dead Eye Dick,” Rance yelled from the trench
under the targets. “Perfect center shot.”
Gun was impressed. She was an ace. While Ali
reloaded and blew the hell out of the target, he gained some
decent respect for her. She was a top gunner, but would she hold
up under a drug dealer’s crazy shit?
The supervisor obviously liked her. Hamm
crowded around her along with the other agents to slap her on
the back, helping her into her coat. She had to have been cold
as hell, but too proud to let on. Yeah, she was lean and mean.
He liked that. When he joined the group, she glanced over
Rance’s shoulder, giving him a wiseass grin.
The agents all climbed in the van and headed
back to the agency. This time, Gun claimed the seat next to Ali.
“So, Donavon.” He appreciated the blank stare
he got for his audacity in sitting beside her. “How’s a chick
learn to shoot like that?”
“What’s the matter, Gunnison?” She brushed at
her flyaway hair. “You jealous?”
“Who, me?” He draped his arm across the back
of her seat. “See, I just have this need to know everything
about the person who’s going to be covering my ass.”
Her snort of derision was funny as hell to
him. “It’s not your ass I’ll be watching.” She went into her
silent mode again.
He nudged her knee with his. “I’ll be
She gave him the deadpan expression.
“What?” He knew what. She wanted to slug him.
She shrugged away from him and
leaned against the side door. He liked her. That wasn’t part of
the deal, but he wouldn’t fight it if she didn’t.
Ali slipped out of bed and went out on their
small balcony to listen to the morning rain. It rushed off the
overhangs and splashed down to spray the brick courtyard in the
back of the hotel. The humidity and sound of heavy downpour made
her think of Charleston and its warm summer morning rain. She
wondered if she would ever get back there.
Rustling of the bed sheets and an audible
groan made her look over her shoulder at Gun. He had tangled up
in the sheet and lay on his belly, face turned toward her. She
rolled her eyes, thinking about the rowdy sex they’d had a short
time ago. Leaning around the doorway, she grabbed the half-full
pack of cigarettes off the dressing table and lit one. She blew
the smoke out toward the rain, watching it disappear.
Regret squeezed her hard while she thought of
all the sane reasons to avoid such crazy behavior. Not because
he didn’t give a rat’s ass about her. Hell, no. She didn’t
exactly like him, either. Well, that was a bold-faced lie. She
did like him, damn it. He was a man wanting no ties, no soft
emotion, and she knew all that. After all, she was in no rush to
feather a new nest with some lying son-of-a-bitch anytime soon.
Not wanting to think about how fast she had
jumped in the sack with him, she snuffed out the cigarette and
went back into the room. Making as little noise as possible, she
went in the bathroom and brushed her teeth. No wonder she was
hungry. Seven in the morning was a late start for her.
No telling when “dream man” would regain
consciousness. She had her robe off, ready to shower, when her
cell phone rang. Not wanting to wake Gun, she grabbed it.
“Come back to bed.”
Gun. She peered around the door to see him
kicking the tangled sheets off and trying to sit up and hold the
phone to his ear. He yawned sleepily and gazed around the room
as if he were lost. She crooned into the mouthpiece.
“Go to sleepy, little baby.”
He stunned her when he finally broke his
silence. “Speaking of babies, I don’t recall taking time out to
get rubbers for our party.”
Ali had never expected Jack Gunnison to spend
time reflecting on the night before. “Gun. You’re not my first.”
The silence was long, and she eyed him
through the small space left between the door and the wall. He
looked at the phone with a grin before speaking to her again.
“Damned right, I’m not your first.” He threw
the sheet aside and sprawled on his back. “I would have taught
you a few things.”
Resentment brewed in her stomach. What did he
mean by that crack? It would be a cold day in hell before she
let him touch her again. Not caring that she was nude, Ali
opened the door. She walked to the bed to look at his smug face.
“Not that I give a damn, but just exactly
what did you find objectionable or lacking in my sexual
performance?” Her narrowed gaze sought out his cock. He was
rigid; his cock pressed so close to his belly, she might have a
hard time getting her fingers around it. “Looks like part of you
thought I was pretty good.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the
bed. “I don’t know. You’ll have to talk to him.” His gaze
flicked over his member and back to her face.
“Him? That has a gender and a name?”
“Donavon’s jelly roll.” His chuckle was a
sweet aphrodisiac, deep and rough, just like him.
She stayed on her knees and braced her weight
on his belly, avoiding the warm length of dick near her hand.
Sex wasn’t on her mind at the moment. She didn’t know if she
liked him well enough for another romp. The tips of her fingers
grazed his chest, and she didn’t smile when she spoke.
“Are you ever serious about lovemaking?”
“Donavon.” He ran his hand up her arm and met
her serious gaze, gesturing in a show of exasperation. “We
fucked. That’s it. We fucked.”
The slap of her palm to his belly rang in her
ears. “You fucked. I made love.” She slapped his cheek for good
measure. “You’re a pig, you know that? No wonder your wife left
you for a lawyer.”
She only had time to gasp before she felt her
hair flying around her face and the wind jolting from her lungs
as he grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed, pinning her with
His voice remained level, but there was ice
in his tone. “She didn’t leave me because the sex was bad. She
left because she wasn’t getting it often enough.”
He was grinning, but Ali heard
self-deprecation in his words, no matter how big his grin. He
had just admitted he had failed life’s hardest test. Being
married. Still, that didn’t excuse his horse’s-rear attitude
“You’re bragging again.” There was no grin on
his face now. The pitch black of his gaze was unreadable, like
the set of his chiseled lips.
“You like me, Donavon.” His mouth curved into
a half-smile. “But, don’t.”
Her lips quivered in a maddening show of
nerves. “No need to take that attitude. You don’t meet my
She didn’t like being pinned and quickly
freed herself from his leg hold, pressing him down with her
body. He laughed and spanked her ass, making her growl with
resentment. She stopped struggling when he whispered against her
“It’s okay. You can like me.” He caught her
face in his hands and covered her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
She barely heard his next words. “Just don’t count on me for
anything past this job.”
Ali couldn’t avoid the hard slam to her gut,
that sick, cold feeling of losing something you love. No, oh,
no. That wasn’t what she felt for him. He made her mad as hell,
insulted her, made her laugh, and was a phenomenal lover. But,
no, she couldn’t feel anything else for him. Gun had no place in
her life after Colombia was history. Okay, so right now she was
in bed with her partner. Nothing that hadn’t happened a million
times before. Just not to her.
He didn’t try to stop her as she sat up and
tugged on his arms, trying to get him in a sitting position. He
eyed her with some suspicion.
“You going to try to hurt me, chili pepper?”
“Shut up and enjoy it while you can.”
His big, strong hands caught her waist and
pulled her close to his beautiful, scarred chest. “Do whatever
you want, baby. I’m ready.”
She relaxed against his warm body, hugging
his strong neck so hard, he pushed her away a little to look at
her face. To cover her feelings of unwarranted emotion, she bit
his earlobe and tightened her grip again.
No, God. She couldn’t love a guy like this.
He would be off and running in another week, in another country
with another woman and she would be wearing sackcloth and ashes
if she didn’t get hold of her runaway heart.
She caught his earlobe in her teeth, gently
sucking and nursing until he squeezed her breasts. The
quickening in her body flashed through her like wildfire, and
she couldn’t force herself to be demure, not when he mouthed her
nipples and worked his fingers inside her, sliding them in and
out until she raised her hips in response. Her murmur was
urgent. “Gun, fill me and I’ll ride.”
“Up a little higher, Donavon. I’m not that
She heard a grin in his voice and lifted her
hips more, nearly bolting through the ceiling as the head of his
cock touched the sensitive folds around her clit. Losing control
was a new experience for her, and she gave all credit to Gun. He
just knew all the best areas of her body and caressed and licked
The silly little moan she heard had been
hers, and she clung to his warmth and strength as if she were
drowning. He filled her arms and her body, making her foolishly
think it could last forever. She opened her eyes and found him
staring at her. “What?” Her voice had been a miserable croak.
“You really do like me, don’t you, Donavon?”
“Shut up and make me happy.” She strained
against him, taking him in, gripping with all her might. He
clasped her thighs and rocked into her, finding the most
sensitive spot of her neck to suck voraciously until she cried
out in her release.
While she struggled to catch her breath, he
smiled at her. Ali knew he hadn’t climaxed, but she was too
tired to offer any help. He wasn’t tired, nibbling little kisses
along her neck.
One last sniggle of need made her accept some
more physical exertion. “Let’s do it another way.”
He stopped his movement and laughed. “Is
there one we haven’t tried?”
“Standing up is good.” She toyed with his
flat nipple. “Come on, lazy boy. I want it.” She made that
clear, hanging on to him like a sex-starved idiot.
He grinned and pulled her close. “You think I
can’t do it. Right?”
The thought had not occurred to her, but she
went along with the idea. “Well. Can you?”
“Hell, yes. I can fuck standing on my head.”
Her gaze touched and kissed his lips as he
yawned. He was stubborn and proud. “I’m glad to hear you are so
“I’ll show you that one later.” He got off
the bed, pulling her with him. “One standing fuck ... coming
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