Deliciously Dangerous
April 2010
DELICIOUSLY DANGEROUS
Book #3 in the Undercover Lovers Series
Harlequin Blaze
Synopsis & Excerpt
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Synopsis:
Undercover agent Callie Carpenter is closing in on her elusive target, but she needs one man: Jammer, aka Shane McMasters—her target’s right-hand guy and (coincidentally) an über-hottie Callie can’t resist. And she won’t!
Callie’s playing a dangerous game. She can be as irresistible and ruthless as her persona demands.
But inevitably, even the most sensual games—involving good wine, good food and great sex—must come to an end. Her mission, should she choose to accept it, is an undercover seduction…with a delicious side of danger!
Read an Excerpt:
Jammer slammed the door of his hotel room in Minsk, still simmering about the lost opportunity to amass the weapons that Fuentes needed for his deal with the Libertad. He smelled her exotic scent and started to turn—a little too late. Someone struck him, knocking his feet out from under him. He hit the carpet hard, the air whooshing out of his lungs. That same someone put a knee into his lower back to keep him immobile.
“Hi, honey, I’m home.”
It seemed a lifetime ago since he’d heard that soft, sexy voice. Another kind of simmering overtook him.
“Gina,” he said.
“Don’t Gina me, pal.”
He didn’t figure Gina for the woman-scorned type, but he could hear the anger in her voice. He had to wonder if he’d gotten to her as much as she’d gotten to him.
“You recovered. Your knee feels like a dagger in my back.”
“Just be glad it isn’t a real dagger. It would be a shame to mar such an amazing specimen of muscle and bone. You do have an amazing back…and…front, Jammer. Everything is quite spectacular, in fact.”
His body pulsed, remembering how ravenous they’d been for each other. He felt her relax a little. It was the opening he needed, and he took it. Using his superior strength, he pinned her to the soft carpet.
Grabbing her wrists as he rolled, he straddled her thighs, using the weight of his body to hold her down.
She didn’t fight him or look remotely alarmed. If anything, she looked…excited.
She also looked damn good and a balm to his eyes. She was all black and white, from the cap of mussed black hair with the white streak, to the black-and-white halter top and black mini, to the white stockings and short black stiletto-heeled boots she wore on her feet.
With that combo he thought she should be gracing a stage with her rocker-chick attitude and beautiful, sapphire-blue eyes that showed the world how tough she could be.
He levered his body over hers, tracing his hands down her arms to her delicate wrists. She arched up into him, causing him to swallow a groan of satisfaction as the rigid length of him came into contact with the softest part of her. He managed to find the strength to resist the urge—a primal directive—to drill his hips into hers.
Instead he brought his mouth within a whisper of her lips. “This is a backstabbing business we’re in, Gina, but since I don’t see a knife in your hand, you must be here for a different reason.”
“I am here for something, Jammer. I have an offer for you.” Her lips parted, and she moved sinuously beneath him, torturing them both.
His response was automatic and out of control. Less than ten minutes in her presence and his focus was already shot. He had no business engaging in this activity with Gina. And he didn’t give a flat damn. It seemed as if the short number of weeks they’d been apart had been years. He’d waited a long time for a woman like her. Maybe a lifetime.
Too bad it was just too late. For both of them.
