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After his partner was murdered, Simon Dunn was done with MI6. But the cold, violent world of British intelligence never lets anyone go free. Now Simon has been blackmailed into a new job...with a beautiful new partner who's going to get them both killed.
Robotics expert Cassie Watson is a newbie field agent with as much sophistication as...well, a pacifist, vegan computer nerd. Now she's abruptly thrust into the cutthroat world of espionage with a partner who is as cold as he is brutally-and brutishly-handsome.
But when their mission is betrayed from the inside, Cassie will be forced to place her life in the hands of the one man who's anything but trustworthy...
Read an excerpt:
Her new personnel file was only a few weeks old. Ms. Watson, formerly known as Catherine Wallace, was thirty-one, was born on the second of January at Bristol General Hospital, and had a PhD in Computer Science. A brain in a centerfold’s body.
She’d taken a position at General Atomics, arriving at MI6 a year later. A robotics specialist with a focus on software development, and also a very capable hacker, she’d never experienced fieldwork. That was obvious. Despite remaining calm after he’d yanked her down, she didn’t respond defensively. No fight whatsoever. If he’d wanted to extract every bit of information in her head, he’d have had it in under two minutes.
He needed food. Slipping past the living room without a glance toward his new partner, he headed to the refrigerator. Orange juice, iced tea, beer, fruit, vegetables. No eggs? Milk was missing as well. Who stocked a fridge without eggs?
“You’re up early.” Her morning voice was deeper than the night before and sexy as hell.
Temptation stood next to the couch with tousled hair and sleepy eyes, wearing a short nightshirt—emphasis on the short part. Holy hell. Distractions killed, and her looks could disarm a man even if her fighting skills couldn’t.
“Did you do the shopping?”
She nodded and padded into the kitchen in bare feet and daisy toes.
“You forgot eggs and milk.”
“No, I didn’t. I don’t eat animal products.”
“Why not?” he shot back at her. His hunger had killed any small desire he might have to respond diplomatically.
“It’s just wrong.”
She slipped past him without meeting his gaze and poured herself a glass of orange juice. He tried to keep the scowl off his face, but her nonchalance pissed him off. The do-gooder attitude would screw up his work and his meals. He stepped toward her to see if she’d back up. She did.
“Milk is not an animal.”
“It comes from an animal.”
He stepped forward again, and she coughed into her hand. Either the orange juice or his presence didn’t agree with her.
This isn’t a game, pretty girl. This is a billion dollars, enough weapons to start an army, and a group of power hungry dealers who care more about profit margins than human—or animal—life.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Veronica Forand is an attorney and an award-winning writer of romantic suspense. She's lived in Boston, London, Paris, Geneva, and Washington, DC and currently resides near Philadelphia. An avid traveler, she loves to roam across continents with her husband and kids in pursuit of skiing, scuba diving, and finding the perfect piece of chocolate.