Authors: Dee J. Adams, Chris Almeida & Cecilia Aubrey, Carolyn Crane, Misty Evans, Adrienne Giordano, Stacy Green, Katie Reus and Joan Swan
Publisher: Éire Publishing, LLC
Release Date: December 16, 2014
Genre: Romantic Suspense
From Joan Swan
Blurb for First Temptation (Covert Affairs Series, Book 2)
Counter terrorist agent Taft Walker knows the Mexican cartel smuggling game. But posing as part owner of an adult store to ferret out the newest tunnel into the US is a first. So is Zoe Brooks, his partner, new to undercover and a sex-toy virgin. Taft’s up for the sexy challenge. At least until he sees the real Zoe beneath her tough façade and realizes, for the first time in his life, he’ll have to risk his heart to win.
After the death of a teammate, Border Patrol Agent Zoe Brooks is ready to get off the front lines. She’s willing to tolerate a swaggering partner like Taft for a chance to work investigations with ICE. But she’s not prepared for the way he understands her deepest, sexiest desires. Or the fact that she’ll have to break her own rules to grab hold of the passion she’s always wanted.
Excerpt from First Temptation
He shrugged. Swiped half of Brooks’s English muffin.
She picked up her fork and fisted the handle, holding it over her plate with a go-ahead-make-my-day glint in her eye.
Taft laughed. At least she had a sense of humor. If nothing else, he’d get some entertainment value out of annoying her.
“Because of the nature of the store, you’ll have to work as a team,” Rio said, killing Taft’s idea of relegating Brooks to shopkeeper. “The cover is for a couple taking over new management of the shop.”
“Why?” Taft didn’t try to hide his disdain. He was so not going to couple with Brooks.
Rio picked up his coffee and sat back in the booth. He took a long sip and met both their gazes in turn.
“Because it’s an adult store,” he said, then clarified. “A sex shop.”
Surprise made Taft bust up with laughter, interrupting Rio. “Sorry, dude. Sorry. God, I love this job.” He gestured. “Go on.”
“And since we need two agents to run the op,” Rio continued, “a heterosexual couple seemed like the most believable scenario.”
Oh, yeah. That partner thing.
“Also,” Rio said, “Picasso evidently has a thing for porn. Specifically live porn. He gets off on watching couples get it on and would be attracted to a young, hot couple running a sex shop. If we’re lucky, if it’s played right, he could go to inspect the tunnel, see the shop, see you two—or the agents running the shop—and walk straight to us.”
Taft sat back, took a big bite of the English muffin, and chewed around a lingering grin. He glanced at Brooks. Her mouth was open, her face drained of color.
He chuckled and slid a purposeful, hot glance over her face and chest. It took effort. Nothing turned him off more than a woman in uniform. “Now I know you’re not going to work out for this assignment.”
“What,” she said, her voice ice cold with warning, “does that mean?”
Taft glanced at Rio. He was watching closely—to see how they’d work together, Taft knew. Which was perfect. He was going to send Brooks over the edge. Then maybe he’d get a hot partner he could authentically get it on with.
He leaned over and glanced beneath the table, then sat up with a heavy sigh. “Baby, you couldn’t sex yourself up enough to fit into a store like that if you worked at it for a month.”
Her fork hit the plate again. But this time it hadn’t fallen. She’d thrown it. “Oh, you don’t think so?”
“Okay,” Rio broke in, “hold on—”
“Nope,” Taft said to Zoe, ignoring Rio. He shoved the rest of the muffin into his mouth. “I know so.”
She slid sideways out of her chair and stood. Instead of storming out like he expected, she held his gaze and rolled her shoulders in a slow shrug. The oddly sensual move made her jacket fall off her shoulders. But the look in her eyes was what hinted that Taft was about to eat his words. As unfathomable as that still seemed.
The jacket moved down her arms in a smooth slide until it reached her hands, where she fisted the fabric and tossed it onto the chair without looking away from him.
Taft slouched back and waved his fingers in a bring-it gesture. “Gonna give me a lap dance, Agent?”
“In your dreams, Agent.” She lowered her hands to her duty belt and stroked the leather. Her fingers were long and slender. The scraped knuckles seemed out of place. Slowly, purposefully, she unlatched her belt and dropped all her cop crap to the empty seat beside hers.
Taft’s gaze rose from her slim hips, evident now without all the weaponry covering the great curves. She swept off her ball cap and shook out her hair.
Long, thick, shiny waves of copper tumbled around her shoulders, softening everything about her. And with her hair down, her hat off, a full view of the way those green eyes dominated her delicate face…
Oh yeah. He was going to eat his words.
About Joan Swan
Joan Swan is a New York Times bestselling author of passion, danger, and suspense. In her spare time, she also writes bestselling red-hot contemporary romance as Skye Jordan. Joan lives on the beautiful central coast of California with her husband and two daughters, and in her spare time enjoys riding her horse, running her dogs on the beach, cross fitting, gardening, knitting, reading and escaping to movie matinees.
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