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Lori Foster is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with books from a variety of publishers, including Berkley/Jove, Kensington, St. Martin’s, Harlequin and Silhouette. Lori has been a recipient of the prestigious RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Series Romantic Fantasy, and for Contemporary Romance. She’s had top-selling books for Amazon, Waldenbooks and the BGI Group. For more about Lori, visit her Web site at

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Wakefulness brought a crescendo beat of pain piercing his brain. He tried to swallow, but the desert at high noon couldn't be as dry as his mouth.

What the hell was going on?

Disoriented, in agony, Jackson Savor got one eye open.

The source of his sharpest pain was a blinding ray of Kentucky's morning sunshine slicing through the part in his bedroom curtains.

His curtains. So he was in his own apartment.

With one question answered, he closed his eye again and struggled to take inventory.

Had he been captured? Tortured?

Slowly, very slowly, he moved his right hand. His arm felt like lead, but he lifted it.

Sluggish, a little weak, but not bound, thank God.

He tried to move his left hand and realized that something warm and soft kept him pinned in place. He inhaled…and recognized the enticing, undeniable scent of woman.

Oh, shit.

Staying very still to avoid alerting anyone to his cognizance, Jackson opened his hand and.felt.

He didn't need a clear head or his vision to know he palmed a very sweet female backside.


The body beside him stirred. A slim, smooth leg came over his, gliding up and over his crotch. Inside he jolted, but outside he stayed perfectly still.

A woman purred, "You're awake?"

Both eyes shot open with recognition. He snapped his head around so fast that pain nearly blinded him.

The knee resting over his dick shifted as the woman readjusted to better see him. "Is something wrong?"

Shit, shit, shit. Carefully, his eyelids scraping like sandpaper, Jackson peered to his side and found none other than Alani Rivers. Sleepy, warm, soft. She watched him with sated, golden brown eyes, her pale hair spread out around her—on his pillows.

She had the unmistakable look of a woman who'd spent a satisfying night doing the nasty.

With him?

Though no words came from his parched throat, the hand on her ass contracted. Yeah, so his brain wasn't quite working—his instincts were fine and dandy.

Blushing, Alani ducked her face and rose up to an elbow.

The sheet pulled to her waist, giving him an up close and personal view of her really beautiful breasts and rosy nipples.

His thoughts cramped. So did his balls.

"So quiet this morning," she murmured as she bent and kissed his mouth. "Especially after last night."

Meaning… what? Had they been noisy? Had he been chatty?

She chewed her bottom lip. "Are you feeling as shy as I am about the things we did?"

Shy? Never. What the hell had they done ? He tried to sort it out, but beyond the pain and the confusion was the mind-boggling fact that he had Alani Rivers in his bed.




And he didn't know how any of it had happened.

Acid crawled around his guts and squirreled up his throat, making his stomach pitch. Groaning, he threw back the covers.

Didn't matter if his head fell off, he would not puke in front of her.

In only a few long strides, he made it to the connecting bathroom where he dropped to his knees in front of the john in just the nick of time.

He felt vile. Worse than that even.

What the hell had happened?


He looked up to see Alani in the doorway. Naked. He groaned again. "Go away."

"But.can I get you—"

"Out!" He kicked at the door. It hit so hard that it bounced open again. He saw her shock and hurt, but damn it, no way in hell did he want her to see him like this.

Luckily for them both, she turned and strode away.

When the nausea finally subsided, he flushed the toilet and, feeling weaker than a newborn, used the edge of the sink to haul himself to his feet. His legs shook. His head thundered.

He turned on cold water, splashed his face, rinsed his mouth, and after a few seconds of mental searching that left him blank, he turned to stagger out.

Alani stood there yet again.

Still naked.

Jackson swayed. He tried, but he couldn't take it in. For a hell of a long time, he'd wanted her. Now she was here, but…how? Why?

His burning gaze zeroed in on her neat triangle of golden brown pubic hair. Another question answered— but it had nada to do with his current predicament.

She folded her arms under her breasts, which had the effect of getting his riveted attention off her lower body and up a little—as far as her chest anyway.

Ah, damn, so pretty. Had he touched her breasts? Kissed her nipples?

Dizziness assailed him. The possibility of passing out or puking more loomed near.

But God Almighty, she looked fine. Better than fine.

She looked like his.

Face red, voice high, she snapped, "Real nice, Jackson."

Picking up on the acrimony, he managed to meet her gaze through a fog of emotions. Uh-oh. She looked both hurt and pissed.

Her lips tightened. She gave one fleeting glance at his body, but when he remained mute, her eyes narrowed and she tossed her head, sending back her long fair hair. Like pale liquid, it poured over her smooth skin, mostly behind her shoulders, though one long strand trailed over her breast.

Mesmerized, he took a moment to realize she was talking to him.

"I told you this wasn't a good idea," she said. "I told you it would never work."

Looked to him like it had worked just fine.

But to make sure they were on the same page, he rasped, "It?" Bracing one hand on the door frame, the other squeezing the bridge of his nose, he started on a great admission. "Thing is, I don't remember—"

"Talking about it?"

Anything. "Uh."

"Big surprise there, right?" Her attention tracked down over him, then jumped back to his face. "You were too busy getting me naked to listen to reason."

Sounded like him, he had to admit.

"Too busy racing for the bed," she complained, "to even think about my concerns, about what I said."

The words resonated over and over. He'd gotten her naked and in bed.

And then what?

Nothing rational came to his spinning brain, so Jackson just shook his head while again looking at her body. If it wasn't for the door frame supporting him, he'd be on his face on the floor, but he couldn't not look at her.

Wounded, disgusted, Alani turned on her heel and stalked back to his bed. Seeing the bounce of her rounded backside gave him a whole new reason to wish his vision wasn't so blurry.

"Alani…" With no idea what to say, Jackson started to follow her. One jarring step was enough to warn him not to leave the dubious convenience of the bathroom.

His stomach did jumping jacks. In the nick of time he dropped back down in front of the toilet again.

This time when he finished, his stomach muscles ached but his guts felt a little quieter, as if he'd gotten some foul poison out of his system.

Unfortunately, Alani was now fully dressed and marching toward the front door.

Feeling like a weak, mewling pup, he stumbled behind her. "Wait."

Pausing, she looked back at him—and all over him.

It suddenly dawned on Jackson that he was completely naked, too. He held on to the wall and willed away the pulsing agony in his noggin. "Let'"

"So you can get sick again with…regret? No thank you."

Regret? There was more to regret beyond the fact that he couldn't remember shitola?

She jerked his front door open but didn't storm away. With her back to him, her voice quavering, she said, "Don't worry about it, Jackson. I'm naive, I know, but I'm not dumb. I understand what happened."


"I won't say a word to anyone and since this will never happen again, you can just forget all about it."

The slamming of the door almost took out his knees. Slowly, he sank down to the cool hardwood floor in his hallway. His eyes closed, but he could still see Alani naked.

He didn't want to forget a damn thing. He wanted to remember.

Alani stayed busy as long as she could. She'd shopped, cleaned her car, had a light breakfast, seen an early matinee…but no amount of distraction had helped. Her chest still hurt with the weight of thick emotion.

Humiliation vied with regret.

Why had she believed him?

Why had she allowed herself to be so easily swayed?


What could have been the most amazing night of her life now felt like the most degrading. Not that she could blame Jackson for everything. She'd been so infatuated with him for so long, it had required very little from him to win her over. A few small words and.

The groan vibrated out, heartfelt, sad and angry.

She'd done things with Jackson that she'd never before considered. He'd encouraged her to speak her mind, to be totally open and honest about what she wanted, what she enjoyed—and he'd done the same. With him, she'd reveled in her sexuality.

And then, with the morning light, he'd taken one look at her and rushed off to be ill.

Her face flamed.

All along, from the very first day she'd met Jackson Savor, she'd known he was trouble. Over and over again she'd resisted him because an involvement with any man who worked with her brother, especially a man too much like her brother, seemed impossible.

Her cell phone rang, and she glanced at the caller ID. Speak of the devil… Her brother had already called several times, but she wasn't up to speaking with him.

She waited until the ringing stopped, then checked her voice mail. Trace said, "Where are you, Alani? I've called three times now. I want to talk to you. Call me back."

She knew Trace fully expected her to do as told, but she couldn't talk to him right now. If she tried to, she'd get emotional, maybe even weepy. God knew Trace had always been protective, but since her kidnapping more than a year ago, he'd been insane with caution. If he knew she was upset, he'd be on the warpath in minutes. She had no intention of telling him about her misguided—and obviously brief—liaison with Jackson, so there'd be no point in getting him caught up in her personal drama.

By necessity, given the responsibilities inherent in his work, Trace was autocratic by nature, occasionally overbearing and always too confident.

Jackson was the same.

Actually, so was Trace's friend, Dare, who had worked with Trace from the inception of the business.

They had typical personalities for lethally honed mercenaries—how else could they remain so successful in their efforts to help others?

Of course, Trace, Dare and Jackson were the only mercenaries she knew. And while each of them was different, they were also, in the most basic ways, the same.

They were men who smiled while squaring off with danger, men who didn't flinch when put to the test, men who, without a single second of hesitation, would protect others with their own lives.

They were good men.

They were scary men.

Most people, even without knowing of her brother's vocation, still feared him, and with good reason; Trace emanated danger and capability. To meet him was to be wary of him, and so dating had never been easy for her. Guys took one look at her brother and decided it was safer to keep their distance.

But… Jackson wasn't like most guys. Because he was on a par with Trace, not much ever intimidated him. In fact, he felt at ease jesting with Trace, even taunting him on occasion with his good humor. Knowing Trace and Dare counted on him in the most dangerous situations, Jackson had promised her that his job security wouldn't be affected by their involvement.

But then, he'd also sworn that it wouldn't be awkward. Now she was on her own, and it was so excruciatingly awkward that her face continued to burn.

Unfortunately, Trace called yet again as she parked in the driveway. The phone rang four times and then went to voice mail. Alani just knew Trace would show up on her doorstep if she didn't touch base.

Hating to fib, but feeling she had no choice, she sent back a text message saying only, "I'm at the movies. I'll call you soon."

Then she turned off the phone.

After gathering the clothing bags from her trunk, she started around the walkway that led from the driveway on the side of her small but perfect house to the front door.

She drew up short at the sight of Jackson sprawled out on her porch steps, a cowboy hat on his head, mirrored sunglasses hiding his eyes.

He didn't move, and neither did she.

For half a minute she stood there frozen, unsure what to say, what to do.

He had an utterly relaxed look about him, but then, Jackson had perfected a deceptively indolent pose that hid razor-sharp reflexes and phenomenal speed.

Last night, all night, he'd been far from indolent.

Breathing fast, Alani studied him. His continued stillness suggested sleep. Even when she shifted her bags and inched closer, he didn't move.

The tall oak in her front yard offered plenty of shade, but Jackson hadn't removed the hat or the sunglasses. He was now clean-shaven. A snowy white T-shirt pulled across his wide chest and shoulders and hung looser around his taut abs.

Age had worn out his faded jeans in select places, such as at the knees, the hems and where they cupped his sex.

Even now, so tranquil, he looked.impressive.

The bombardment of awareness stiffened her knees.

Memories of touching his body, tasting his hot flesh, sent a tide of sensation through her veins. She remembered wrapping her hand around his erection, how he'd groaned all deep and rough, the insanely sexual things he'd whispered to her as suggestions and encouragement, how he'd covered her hand with his own, showing her how hard to squeeze, how fast to stroke…

His total lack of inhibition had left her free to be less inhibited.

She swallowed audibly—and stared some more.

He sat with his long legs loose, one foot braced on a step, the other stretched out, his elbows back, his breathing deep and even.

Alani licked her lips and started to slowly, silently retreat.

"Don't make me chase you, darlin'."

Shock snapped her shoulders back. The big faker!

He'd been watching her watch him. Ohhhhh. "I thought you were asleep!"

"And so you figured you could rape me with your pretty eyes? Or will you deny that?"

If she had a rock close by, she'd throw it at him. Teeth set, Alani asked, "What are you doing here?"

Product Details

  • Series: Edge of Honor
  • Mass Market Paperback: 416 pages
  • Publisher: HQN Books (June 28, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 9780373775828
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373775828
  • ASIN: 0373775822
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 1.1 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (140 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #141,172 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

More About the Author

Since first publishing in January 1996, Lori Foster has become a USA Today, Publisher's Weekly and New York Times bestselling author. Lori has published through a variety of houses, including Kensington, St. Martin's, Berkley, Silhouette and Samhain. She is currently with Harlequin.

Lori believes it's important to give back to the community as much as possible, and for that reason she ran special contests in conjunction with a publisher, facilitating many first sales for new authors. She routinely organizes events among authors and readers to gather donations for various organizations.

Lori hosts a very special annual "Reader & Author" event in West Chester, Ohio. Proceeds from the event have benefited many worthy causes, including the Hamilton County YWCA Battered Women's Shelter, the Animal Adoption Foundation, The Conductive Learning Center for children with spina bifida and cerebral palsy, and The One Way Farm, Children's Home.

In 2007, Lori put together The Write Ingredients a cookbook of recipes donated by popular authors. Proceeds from the cookbook go toward Lori's ongoing "Troop project" of collecting and mailing fun, and sometimes necessary, items to our troops.

In 2008, Lori coordinated with other authors of her choosing, and through Berkley, arranged for the publication of The Power of Love, a special romance anthology of novellas about empowering women. All author and agent proceeds from the anthology go to the Hamilton Co YWCA Battered women's shelter.

In 2009, Tails of Love, another romance anthology with Lori and other contributing authors, was published through Berkley with all agent and author proceeds to benefit The Animal Adoption Foundation.

In 2010, The Gift of Love romance anthology, with Lori and other contributing authors, was published with proceeds to benefit The Conductive Learning Center, a school for children with cerebral palsy and spina bifida.

In 2011, The Promise of Love, a romance anthology with Lori and other contributing authors, will be published with proceeds to benefit the One Way Farm, a home for abused and abandoned children.

In 2012, Love Bites, a romance anthology with Lori and other contributing authors, was published with all agent and author proceeds to benefit The Animal Adoption Foundation.

In 2013, Animal Attraction, a romance anthology that goes with the "Buckhorn Brothers" series, with Lori and other contributing authors, was published with all agent and author proceeds to benefit The Animal Adoption Foundation.

Lori has received many prestigious awards, including:

Romantic Times "Career Achievement Award" for:
Series Romantic Fantasy
Contemporary Romance

Say No To Joe - second "Bestselling Original Contemporary"

Borders Group Inc.:
The Secret Life of Bryan - "Bestselling Original Contemporary" romance title
Jude's Law - "Bestselling Romantic Comedy" romance title
Back in Black - "Bestselling Romantic Suspense" romance title

Lori Foster has been both a clue in the New York Times crossword puzzle and the USA Today Quick Cross puzzle.

Lori enjoys visiting with readers on her Facebook Fan page, Twitter, Goodreads, and Pinterest.

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28 of 31 people found the following review helpful By STL Chick on June 28, 2011
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I loved reading Savor the Danger, book #3 in the Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor series by Lori Foster. The romance between Alani and Jackson is smoking hot. The book starts with Jackson waking up to realize he has been drugged, and while drugged he slept with Alani, the girl he has been pining after. The book surrounds the mystery of figuring out why Jackson was drugged, and whether the target was Alani or Jackson. Either one could be the target, Jackson because of his line of work that includes breaking up human trafficking rings, and Alani because of her history of being kidnapped with the intent to sell her into human trafficking, and her status as Trace's sister. Jackson is in total alpha male form, protecting Alani one moment, and having a steamy romance with her the next. Also receiving a lot of page time in this book is Dare from When You Dare (Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor)(1st book in the series) and Trace from Trace of Fever (Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor)(2nd book in the series). Trace is Alani's overprotective brother, and Dare is the surrogate brother to Alani. Jackson is the man Trace and Dare trust with their lives, but can they learn to trust him with their sister?

The Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor series has been packed with action, and smoking hot romances, but I felt Savor the Danger was the best so far. Savor the Danger can be read as a stand alone book, the background of each character is explained when they're introduced in the book.
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11 of 12 people found the following review helpful By RVAbooklover VINE VOICE on June 28, 2011
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I will admit to a serious Jackson crush since his first appearance in this series. He is one of those in-your-face bad boys that will not be ignored, whether it's his turn to be the hero of the story or not. Whenever I have high expectations about a certain character, I automatically worry that the story will not be all I want it to be. It so often seems like previous secondary characters who move on to the starring role have personality transplants from one role to the other. Not so here. Jackson is just as bold, just as filterless and just as entertaining as he has been throughout the series.

Jackson has made no secret of his desire to get Alani, Trace's sister(Trace of Fever (Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor))into his bed. Well, as we join the story, that seduction has happened, but poor Jackson has no memory of it. Seems he was drugged prior to Alani's arrival, and he has no recollection of the past day's events. Watching him struggle to get the details out of her, at first covertly, then overtly, was vastly amusing. He is quietly dying to know what tipped the scales in his favor so he can do it again....and again....and again! Alani at first thinks he is rejecting her, then comes to believe he actually was incapacitated, and he is completely miserable about it.

Alani was not my favorite heroine in this series (that would be Priss), but I liked her well enough. She was a little too understanding at times. That may have worked for me if she had followed directions better. The juxtaposition of her not feeling the need to question Jackson with her refusal to do what he said jarred me a bit. Not enough to wreck the story, though, not at all.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful By lovetherain on July 6, 2011
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I love alpha males as much as the next gal & Lori Foster usually delivers, but Jackson was a bit much. EVERY look Jackson gave was intense. EVERY feeling was stronger than he'd had before. EVERYthing was over the top. I thought she took the time developing the plots of When You Dare & Trace of Fever, but this seemed forced, like she was pushing the deadline. We didn't get to see Alani's & Jackson's relationship develop over days & weeks; I looked down on page 140 & realized we were still on the same day as when the story opened. There was too much 'telling' & not enough character or plot development.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful By Amazon Customer on June 29, 2011
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I was very much into the book,and pleased with the progression and pace of things,until the last quarter,where the character of "Arizona" actually comes into play. Hearing the way Jackson,the male lead,describe someone whom he supposedly has no sexual interest in,and his preoccupation with her,when we are supposed to believe that he is desperately trying to win the trust and affection of Alani,turned me off rather abruptly.
Maybe the author didn't mean for one to read more into the relationship of Jackson and Arizona,but,with the way his instincts drifted to Arizona, and her misplaced obsession with him,their interactions had sexual undertones throughout. I understand that we are being introduced to new characters for a sequel, but the casualness of their situation seemed forced,which is a problem when we are supposed to be believing he wants another. Very awkward for a while there. I think the intensity between them should have been kicked down a few notches,instead of the writer having to actually come out and explain what she was trying to get across through the narrator's voice. I didn't like that part at all.
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17 of 23 people found the following review helpful By Ava Bird on July 12, 2011
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I loved the first book, When You Dare, however the subsequent books have been less than favorable each time. Savor the Danger was the worst. The leading lady (can't call her a herione) was absolutely terrible. If I ever saw her I would smack her silly. Alani keeps comparing Jackson to her brother Trace and her "other" brother Dare.. and she questions Jackson at every turn, even when he's trying to save her life.

Skip this and save your money.
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