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Her brother will die if she makes a wrong move, and the sexy new FBI agent suddenly interested in her defines the word mistake.
In this fast-paced enemies-to-lovers romance, Josh Carrington is tortured by the memory of a woman who paid the ultimate price during a mission. He vows to never break Rule Number One again by getting involved with a woman who is part of his mission. Sent to work uncover as an FBI agent, Josh is forced to insert himself into the life of Trish Jackson, sister of Josh’s number one suspect as a traitor to his country. Trish’s only family is her brother, a pilot who flies secret missions for the DEA, and she’ll do anything to protect him when an insane stalker terrorizes her into a deadly game with his life in the balance. Josh has a chance to redeem himself from a past mistake, but keeping the sultry Trish out of harm's way, and his arms, forces him to question everything, starting with Rule Number One.
"Blending taut pacing with sizzling tension, a little bit of James Bond with an engaging personal drama, this is a story for suspense fans and romance readers alike." ~~The Romance Reviews
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Two Years Ago – near Framlingham, England
Chelsea was late.
Twelve seconds late.
The kind of late that could cost a life.
Josh Robertson forced his grip to relax before he crushed the crystal glass of thirty-year-old scotch. It wasn’t as though she’d hit traffic making the fifteen-kilometer drive from Framlingham. Maybe dodge a sheep or two in the road, just part of the country ambience this far north of London.
He expected Chelsea to strut across the polished oak floor of this eighteenth century mansion any minute, chin cocked up as if she owned the place. She could do it, too. Pull off pretending she was one step from British royalty and not a bastard child who made her living as a liaison for touchy deals between dangerous people.
A bastard just like him. One of those little things they’d had in common from day one. Another was an obsessive penchant for being on time.
Always. And she demanded it as a nonnegotiable term for her liaison services.
The second hand on his watch marched on with no regard for his sanity. Something had gone wrong.
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