With one of his top operatives out of commission, undercover agent (and total hotness) Drew Miller will enlist the assistance of interior designer Allie Carpenter—who will pose as her twin sister in order to bring down an arms dealer. Drew is granted clearance to bring Allie in by any means necessary.

Their mission, should they accept it, is complete deception…and absolute temptation!

Harlequin Blaze | ISBN 0373794584 | March 2009 | PRE-ORDER HERE

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Night had come, but Callie had still not arrived. Allie had fallen asleep waiting. The closing of the front door woke her. “Jason? Is that you?” she called.

“It has been some time since we’ve seen each other. . .your new lover?”

If Allie hadn’t been reclining on the bed, she would have fallen to the floor. Yowza, this man was simply gorgeous. The last thing she’d expected after spending almost sixteen hours decorating on her sister’s apartment was a tall, dark, and handsome man dressed in black jeans, black shirt and a leather jacket, leaning impudently on the bedroom doorframe, his eyes moving over her like he knew her.

He probably did-her sister, that is.

Time to have a little innocent fun.

“Jason and I have been together for a while, but no one could replace you.”

A lazy, seductive grin curved his lips. “I bet you say that to all the guys.”

“How did you get in?” Allie asked.

“I knocked a couple of times, and then tried the door. It was open. We’ve been friends a long time. How is it that we never hooked up?”

His pose was all arrogant, self-assured male, like he had every right to be there. His thick, midnight black hair was mussed, dark stubble lined his jaw, and his blue eyes were bright and seductive against all the sinful black he wore. His thumbs were hooked into the belt loops on his jeans, and his booted feet were crossed, giving the impression that he didn’t have a care in the world.

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re not my type or I’m just not attracted to cocky, macho guys.” She giggled inside. How long would it be before he realized she wasn’t Callie? They had played this game at their prom and it’d taken their dates half the night to discover they had been duped.

He pushed off the doorjamb and sauntered over to the bed. “True there wasn’t much chemistry-then.” He studied her. “There’s something very different about you now. Something softer, more open. Have you changed your tough way?”
“No. I’m just as tough as I ever was.” Allie had to laugh at that, too. The toughest thing she’d done lately was demand more whipped cream on her mocha latte.

“You look great, by the way.”

“I bet you say that to all the gals.”

A fond, almost wistful smile softened his masculine features. Those blue eyes were like tractor beams, drawing her attention to him. Up to this point, this was merely a game to Allie, the-how-long-can-I-fool-him game. But, she couldn’t look away. Her body grew very still. Her pulse picked up speed and, too late, warning bells went off inside her fogged brain. As had happened in the past, fun and games sometimes backfired. She should come clean right now. This look before she leapt attitude is what got her in trouble.

She had to wonder why Callie had never told her about this guy. Maybe because he’d just said they were friends. But, he was worth talking about.

But then he graced her with a bone-melting smile that kicked up her pulse yet another notch and drowned out her good intentions.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Oh, babe, you’re not at all like the other gals.”

This close to him, she was overwhelmed by the latent power he exuded, could feel the raw eroticism of his hot mouth so close to her tingling flesh. Could feel her body soften and respond instinctively to that intense awareness sizzling between them.

She opened her mouth to tell him she wasn’t Callie. But, without warning, he slid on top of her with stealth and grace that left her almost as breathless as his mouth had near her skin.

So this was pure, unadulterated lust, she thought with amazement. . .and it felt so good, so thrilling and exciting and forbidden, she wanted to drown in the sensation.

Then his words registered. “I think, with chemistry, it’s all about the mix,” she said, giving him a very obscure clue that he wasn’t dealing with her sister. In a heartbeat, everything changed. He would never know it wasn’t Callie and Allie could find out where these wonderful sensations would take her. There wasn’t anything wrong with a little kiss. Was there?

“I do have to admit, there is something. . .different about you.” His eyes zeroed in on her mouth like a heat seeking missile as they started to glaze over.

The kiss was carnal from the first. Not rough, not aggressive, but hot. Burning hot. Wholly sexual. Warm, soft lips meeting hers, open, inviting, offering. He traced his tongue slowly around the inner edge of her mouth, and then slipped his tongue deeper, probing, and exploring. Allie tried to catch her breath and caught his instead, hot and flavored with the taste of cinnamon.

The heat flowed down over her, followed by the man’s hands. He ran his palms over her arms, chasing shivers, setting off new ones, sliding lower. Desire swelled inside her, pushing aside sanity, blazing a trail for more instinctive responses. She arched against him, losing herself in the kiss, in the moment. She tangled her hands in the silken strands of his hair and slanted her mouth across his as needs lying dormant emerged. His hands slid underneath her buttocks, kneading, stroking. He caught the hem of her skirt, his big hand warm on her thigh.

Allie felt dizzy as if she were tumbling through space.

Then his fingers pushed aside her underwear and Allie’s world narrowed down to the exquisite sensation. He kissed her with hunger as if he too had lost all control.

He swore low and breathless against her mouth, and when he tried to move his hand away, Allie protested.

She felt on the verge of spiraling apart, her body quaking with need and her inner muscles contracting. She heard herself whimper. Without thinking, she grabbed handfuls of his hair, arched into his skillful, decadent mouth and begged.

He teased that taut knot of nerves and Allie came on a shuddering, mind-bending orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on. The pleasure that shot through her was sharp and riveting and left her panting, but amazingly far from sated.

He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes, puzzled and wary. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Before Allie could utter a word, a sweet-smelling cloth came down over her nose and mouth. As her eyes dimmed, she thought she saw regret in the man’s soulful eyes.