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Weather Delay ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Wed'
The sight of Lauren Harrison walking down the jetway was a sucker punch to his gut, a stunning beauty who had him riveted in place. She looked like a model from the magazine covers on display at the kiosks he’d just passed. She wore a bright-green fitted coat, and her glossy blond hair was twisted in a knot, emphasizing her delicate neck.
With Lauren unaware of his perusal, Gabe had time to take in her long, slim legs and her easy glide in high heels. She exuded sophistication—cool, untouchable—until she laughed. The sound was light and lyrical, and her full red lips lifted, making it impossible for him to look away.
The Wall Street-looking dude walking next to her looked at her as if she’d discovered the cure for cancer. By the way his shoulders and hips were angled toward Lauren, he was trying to get as close as possible. It was unclear if Lauren reciprocated. She was laughing and smiling, but her body language wasn’t open to the man. His training as an operator included CIA analysis of human behavior. Being another male played no part in reading the guy’s intentions as man on the make.
For no clear reason, he already didn’t like this dude, who seemed to feel the same way about Gabe when Lauren introduced them.
Gabe grabbed the bags out of Roger’s hands, wanting to minimize the time Lauren smiled at him.
Gabe gave Roger credit since he read Gabe’s male-speak message of “get lost.” Why he was behaving like an ass was beyond him. He barely knew Lauren. And hell, he was just doing his brother a favor.
“We should get to our gate. With the delay, we’re cutting it close. Is it far?” Lauren started walking.
“Our flight was canceled.”
She twisted fast, pivoting on her heels. “It can’t be. I have to get this dress to Tiffany. I promised.”
“What’s the rush? The wedding isn’t for two days.”
“I have to charter a flight.” She was already walking away, unaware that she was headed in the wrong direction.
He dodged a few distracted cell phone users to catch her. How could she move so fast in those stilts?
“Lauren,” he yelled after her. “The flight is canceled because of weather.”
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Basso profundo. With deep tessitura. ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Forget'
Emily was having the best dream. Nick whispered to her, his musky male scent and warmth enveloping her in a cocoon of safety. She didn’t want this dream to end, but she already knew he would leave her alone and afraid.
“Emily. Wake up, honey.”
She moaned at the sound of his melodic bass voice— the rich and flawless tone resonated in his highly developed chest muscles.
“Emily.”
She lingered in the pleasure. “Basso profundo. With deep tessitura.”
“Honey, you’re dreaming about your music. Wake up.”
She reached for him, rubbing her hand along his rough stubble. It felt exactly as she remembered. “This dream feels so real. Kiss me, Nick. I want to feel your lips on mine.”
She felt his soft lips brush across hers. She opened her mouth, wanting to taste him. She’d never forget his tender and demanding kisses. “Please, Nick.”
“Emily, you need to wake up.” He used the rumbly sexy voice she liked.
Why was he insisting she wake when she was happy? She felt a rough hand on her arm. She opened her eyes, trying to orient herself. What tour…What hotel was this? Stella began licking Emily’s face.
“We need to get going.”
What was wrong? Nick’s voice had gone from soft to fortissimo loud.
“Emily, wake up.”
“Nick?” Her dream had conjured the real Nick.
“Yes. It’s Nick.” Now he sounded irritated. What had she done?
Snow Fun ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Wed'
Gabe closed Lauren’s mittened hand in his as they climbed the slippery hill. The valley was blanketed in snow. The air was crisp, the sky bright blue, and everything around them was cocooned in white silence except for the sound of the snow crunching under their feet.
Tucked into a green stocking cap was Lauren’s glorious blond hair—hair that he dreamed about draping across his body. Her sea-glass green eyes sparkled like the glistening snow.
He pulled their sled behind them. He had a choice of a one- or two-person sled. Not rocket science after last night’s incendiary kisses. He had no intention of keeping his distance. He could have been sainted for his restraint after Lauren initiated the kiss with the bed nearby and her soft, hot body calling to him.
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Too Hot to be a Hacker ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Love'
“You? A cracker?” Izzy covered her mouth. Did she just say that aloud? Okay, she was having a bit of trouble adjusting to the idea that Charles’s cousin or whatever wanted her for a government job—not for a prison sentence. Or maybe this was a trap to convict her?
Sten’s eyes and voice turned icy. “Why couldn’t I be a hacker?”
She shrugged her shoulders since it was too hard to raise her eyebrows. “You’re going to try to convince the seller that you hacked into a classified military program for a criminal organization or one of our country’s enemies? No one would believe it.”
The tense silence in the room reverberated against the glass walls. If that was physically possible.
PO’d alpha Man shifted his weight, leaning forward, closing the distance between them at the table. “And why is that?”
“Really, you need to ask?”
Reeves kicked her under the table. For some reason she couldn’t explain, she liked irritating Sten Jenkins with his dismissive attitude and cool control when she had none. “Because you’re not a chill stoner type. Nor do you have the angry edge of a rebel.” Izzy chose not to mention that his cover model face, his intense virile confidence, and his erect military posture shouted narc, not criminal.
“And you are?” His voice, laced with amusement, had Izzy edging closer to her adversary. Always underestimated by males because of her size and her age, Sten Jenkins had just thrown down the gauntlet.
“Let’s just say in the world of hackers, as a woman, I’m still unique.” She didn’t mention that gender disparity in pay and job advancement made her ripe for defying mainstream. “You’re not. And geeks who spend their entire lives in front of computers don’t have bodies that look like yours.” Izzy now wished she didn’t have the pale skin and freckles that went with her red hair. Because her skin was burning hot—like the color of a stop sign. OMG! Why was she commenting on Sten Jenkins’s body, and in front of Richard Dean?
Reeves was nodding in agreement. “It’s true, Sten. You have the whole military mojo going.”
Mr. Dean cleared his throat. “Well, I’m glad we have that clarified. Sten is going undercover as your bodyguard, Izzy, It will be the perfect cover. Sten will be running the mission but will also act as your bodyguard and accompany you when you hopefully do the buy. You might not know it, but Sten has skills in international cybercrime besides his military skills.”
Izzy didn’t like the way Sten’s full lips lifted into a smirk.
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I Want More ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Surrender'
“Don’t change the subject, Finn Jenkins.” Sophie moved against him, losing that last inch, taking him to boiling point with his erection swelling to no return.
“It’s complicated.” His breath came in harsh bursts with Sophie’s curves pressed to him. “Us—we’re complicated.”
Sophie rubbed those outstanding breasts against him, and there was no way Finn could hide his raging hard-on pressing against her stomach, or the way his body was clenched and ready.
“Doesn’t feel complicated. Feels straightforward to me.”
And there was the sexy teasing, making him want to drag her to the floor and show her how straightforward he could be. His self-control was evaporating.
He stepped back and ran his hand through his hair. “Sophie, this isn’t the time. You got shot at today and need comfort.” Like after Hong Kong, he wanted to be the man who comforted and protected her, not the one who took advantage like all the assholes before him. “But hell, it never feels like it’s been the right time for us.”
Sophie stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m not going to pretend that today wasn’t difficult, but I realized in the moment of danger that I wasn’t afraid. And I don’t mean because you can shoot and outrun and all the bad-ass stuff you do but because I trust you. I’ll always trust you. As long as you’re near, my world is safe and complete.”
“Just trust, Sophie?” He dragged his thumb along her pale neck before he tucked a curl behind her ear. “Because I want more than trust.”
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