OMG Spy for Hire release day is almost here! Only 5 more days.
Just in time for the 4th of July holiday here in the States, I bring you a hot British spy and his lucky American lady. These two take international relations to a whole new level. *wink*
Here’s a long (and sometimes dirty so beware NSFW) excerpt from:
EXCERPT
An expanse of bare skin, exposed by upswept blonde hair and a dress cut obscenely low in back grabbed my attention.
Chelsea.
I’d stared at her porcelain skin long enough the one night we’d been together that I’d recognize her anywhere, even from behind.
I closed the distance between us in a few long strides and wrapped my hand around her arm.
Leaning in, I whispered against her ear, “Funny seeing you here.”
She startled and spun to face me, her eyes widening when she saw me. I also noticed the frown I got from the man she had been in conversation with. Him I didn’t recognize.
I purposely hadn’t said Chelsea’s name, and didn’t give any indication of our connection. Best to not tip my hand. I didn’t know the man she was speaking with when I’d interrupted, or who she might be pretending to be while here.
“Pardon, but would you mind if I steal your companion for a moment?” I’d asked it as a question, but I didn’t wait for an answer. As he drew his dark brows down over his eyes, I steered Chelsea away from him and off to the side.
“You got her?” Zane’s question came through the unit in my ear.
“Yes,” I answered him as she continued to stare at me.
I didn’t miss how her gaze kept shooting around the room. She was worried.
Hell, I was worried too and I had a gun strapped to my calf, Zane on his way upstairs and, I assumed, a GAPS team waiting to rush in with one word from their boss. But I didn’t like not knowing exactly who or what I was up against. I needed to find out, sooner rather than later.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone low and intense.
It was quite a question, considering it was coming from the woman who’d been missing for almost a week and now had a team of highly trained operators dedicated to finding her.
“I was about to ask you the same question, love,” I said. “Why don’t we go somewhere and have a chat about how we both happened to be here?”
At that moment Chelsea’s eyes cut to something behind me. With her still firmly in my grasp, I turned and was relieved to see she was reacting to the sudden appearance of Zane, and not some threat I needed to deal with.
“Oh, and I forgot to mention our mutual friend is also here.” I smiled for the benefit of anyone watching us.
I was relieved to have found her, but I wouldn’t be happy until I knew what was going on and we were all far away from here.
Though that wasn’t completely accurate. I wouldn’t be truly satisfied until I had Chelsea naked and beneath me.
Some primal force drove me to get her away from here and the men she’d been hired to entertain. She’d only been mine for one night, but that was enough to awaken within me some Neanderthal-like feeling of ownership.
I needed to fuck away the fear and worry and adrenaline-fueled energy that had been driving me for the last twenty-four hours. Ever since Brent had first uttered those words that stole my breath. Chelsea is missing.
Zane came to stand next to us. He leaned in and kissed her on one cheek in what looked like a greeting between friends, but while he was close he asked her, “You all right?”
“Yes. What are you both doing here?” she asked.
“We’re representing Senator Greenwood. He couldn’t be here but supporting the arts has always been dear to his heart.” Zane answered her loud and clear for anyone who might be listening.
“Can we go?” I asked, feeling the presence of every man in the room keenly.
Chelsea shook her head. “I can’t leave.”
“Yes, you can.” Zane wrapped his fingers around the arm I’d let go of when he’d arrived.
He was obviously feeling the same urge as me to grab Chelsea and get the bloody hell out of here.
His sharing my suspicions that there was more going on here than originally met the eye didn’t ease my discomfort.
I turned and glanced around the room again, trying to get a feel for if we were being watched or ignored now that Chelsea had obviously been taken off the flesh market at this so-called VIP party.
If for no other reason, we needed to get out of here so I could let her know how I felt about her new employment with the escort service. As it stood, I was ready to torch the Angel Escort offices at first opportunity.
“I’m working.” She said it low but with an intensity that clearly conveyed all the words she’d held back.
“See, now that’s where we have a difference of opinion because as far as I knew you worked for me. Am I wrong?” He cocked one brow high, taking her to task, and I was happy for it.
Someone needed to set her straight and as much as I was feeling possessive about her, deep down I knew I had no right to tell this woman what to do.
Though, no, that was bollocks because she needed someone to tell her. Because when left alone to her own poor judgment she ended up working as an escort for hire in a dress with a front as nearly non-existent as its back.
I pressed my lips together and yanked my gaze up from the nipples that were very clearly protruding through the thin fabric of her much too revealing dress.
“You’re working?” I asked. “Then I’ll hire you. Come on. You’re mine for the night.”
Before she could protest, I hauled her against me.
I saw her shocked expression right before I closed in on her mouth.
My lips connected with hers in a hard, demanding kiss, which only increased my anger and desperate need to possess her, save her, shelter her, claim her.
I could justify the kiss by saying it would ruin her chances of going off with any of Angel’s clients in the room, but that wasn’t true. I wanted to kiss her. Needed to.
Besides, a suspicion that attributed to the sick feeling in my gut told me that the men here wouldn’t care all that much if I’d had Chelsea first. They’d probably enjoy a good gang bang.
Too angry to even enjoy the heat of her mouth any longer, I pulled back and saw the mixture of emotions in her.
Nostrils flaring as I tried to draw in a calming breath, I probably had frightened her as much as surprised her.
“We’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement I delivered in a tone that told her I didn’t give a damn if she didn’t agree.
“Okay.” Her acquiescence calmed me a bit.
I laced my hands through hers and glanced up at Zane. He cocked a brow up but didn’t appear quite as shocked by my move as I’d expected.
“Ready?” I asked Zane.
“Ready.” He turned and led the way to the staircase, as I pulled Chelsea along with me and followed him.
All the while there was a running list in my head. What I wanted to say. What I wanted to do. Every obscenity I couldn’t get out at the moment. Every lecture I needed to give her—though those might be best delivered in private with Chelsea naked across my lap and accompanied by an open-palmed slap against her lily white ass.
A lesson she’d never forget might be the only way to protect this woman from herself.
After that I’d fuck her, install new locks and a security system in her place, and then fuck her again.
Then I might be able to get some rest without worrying. But only after she swore to me she’d never be so stupid as to go after a missing friend without backup, without telling anyone where she was or what she was doing.
A bloody escort service. What was she thinking?
She needed to be taught a lesson about what could have happened to her. She was lucky I was the one who was dragging her out of this choreographed den of iniquity and not one of the others.
I’d seen too bloody much in my life and in my time with MI6 to not have a chill run through me when I considered the possibilities. She could have ended up in a foreign country in some middle-east harem. Or worse, part of the sex slave trade.
She needed more than just the spanking I planned on delivering. Her actions could have cost her her life. I needed to be sure she never did anything so stupid again. But I had no idea how to convince her enough that I could rest assured she’d never do it again.
At least Zane was on my side. He’d be another set of eyes on her. Hell, I’d get him to track her if I had to. We could easily put GPS devices in everything she owned. Her car. Her two cell phones . . .
I realized my thoughts were veering into dangerous territory. Besides the dubious legalities of monitoring Chelsea’s movements, the obsession she caused in me was a new and uncomfortable feeling.
I’d have to deal with that later because now there seemed to be something happening that needed my attention more.
The hulking security guard who’d looked over my pass on the way up the stairs seemed to have a dual purpose, and that was to prevent us from leaving.
He stepped in front of Zane, blocking our exit.
“We’re just going downstairs.” Zane moved to walk around the man, but he moved with him.
“I’m sorry. You can go, but she can’t leave.” He tipped a chin toward Chelsea.
“Excuse me?” Zane’s shocked question didn’t faze the guard, or make him move.
Beside me, I felt Chelsea shaking. I tightened my grip on her hand.
“It’s okay,” Chelsea said, surprising me as she spoke up. “It’s been cleared by Mark Hargrove from Angel.”
I trolled my memories to place the name she’d used and came up empty, but her mention of it did the trick. The man nodded and stepped to the side just as a realization struck me. This man wasn’t embassy security. He was Angel Escorts security, there to watch the girls. Or was he there to contain them?
Did the Austrian officials know what was happening here right under their noses during what should have been just another of their many cultural events? Or were they in on it? And if they were, to what end?
There were too many unanswered questions and it was all I could do to not drag Chelsea down those stairs to get her as far away from this place as I could.
It wasn’t until we were outside and across the street that I felt moderately safe. I wouldn’t feel completely so until we were in a vehicle and miles away.
Zane, apparently, didn’t share my view. He stopped dead the moment we were off the embassy property and technically once again on US soil.
He planted one hand on each of Chelsea’s shoulders, leaned in and said right in to her face, “What the fuck did you think you were doing?”
Zane’s intensity wasn’t lost on her. I saw the tears form in her eyes.
My breath caught in my throat and I knew her tears were going to break me. I wanted to both claim her and comfort her, and I couldn’t do either standing where we were now.
“Can we continue this elsewhere, please?” Somewhere there weren’t hired goons who might realize Chelsea had lied about having permission to leave and come after her.
Zane’s glare moved from Chelsea’s face to mine. He drew in a breath and said, “Yes. Meet us at my office.”
He reached for her hand but I wasn’t letting her go that easily now that I’d found her. “I’ll take her in my car and follow you there.”
Again, Zane’s only reaction to my claim on Chelsea was the slight lift of a brow. But he nodded and I got my way, so I didn’t question the fact that my new obsession with a woman I’d spent one night with wasn’t a surprise to him.
Apparently I was the only one surprised by it.
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