Factory Controller by Olivia Rigal

Heather:
There are two things in life that you can’t outrun: death and taxes.
The Factory sent me to Brazil to investigate a nun’s questionable tax returns.
But instead of finding simple tax fraud, I discovered a human trafficking ring.
Great.
Now I’m running from mercenaries intent on keeping their dirty little enterprise a secret.
I’m in a world of trouble.
My escape plane was shot down and now I’m on foot.
All I have to do is escape the Amazon rainforest.
Escape from giant anacondas ready to coil and squeeze me to death.
Avoid fuzzy spiders with venomous fangs.
Evade poison dart frogs with skin so toxic that one tiny frog can kill ten people.
And keep my hands off the most dangerous animal of all: Trent.
He’s hotter than the afternoon humidity.
Wilder than the jaguars that hunt us at dusk.
More dangerous than the armed men on our heels.
Now is not the time to fall in love.
But I may not have a choice.
He’s stolen my heart, and the only way to get it back is to make it out alive.

Trent:
Just my luck!
I picked up a crazy woman who thinks someone’s after her.
She’s clearly paranoid, and probably delusional.
She keeps ranting about a secret group called “The Factory.”
I don’t believe a word of it.
Besides, I’ve got bigger problems.
I need to keep us alive long enough to prove that she’s nuts.
I shouldn’t be drawn to her, but I am.
Maybe I’m going crazy too.
Keeping her safe in the jungle is the honorable thing to do.
But what I’m feeling right now is anything but honorable.
I want to kiss her luscious mouth.
I want to stroke her irresistible curves.

We may not live to see daylight, but in darkness, anything can happen.
I just hope we live long enough to figure out what’s happening between us.