Deep Cover

Heat and high stakes meet in a steamy Miami reunion romance!

While taking on Miami’s biggest drug kingpin, FBI agent Shaine Kelly is prepared for anything. Except Poppy Jones. Once the woman he shared a life with and now a DEA agent joining his team, Poppy is as brazen as she is beautiful. He tried to protect Poppy once and lost her. Shaine won’t risk it again.

Accepting a mission to infiltrate a criminal’s compound, Poppy wants to prove her prowess in the field…even if it means working with the sexy operative she never got over. As intense desire simmers between them, danger rears its ugly head once again. But this time, Shaine’s life is the one on the line, and it’s up to Poppy to save him before losing him forever…

Poppy’s gaze narrowed. “You don’t believe I have what it takes to be a hotshot like you. Well, I do. I can do this and I’m going to do it.”

The events of that night were etched in his memory, but Poppy bore the scars.

He’d thought taking a bullet would’ve cooled her jets about undercover work but it’d only made her more determined than ever.

That’d been the beginning of the end for them.

Now it was happening all over again, and he was supposed to just let it happen because now it wasn’t any of his business?

Talk about a messed up déjà vu.

But it is what it is.

They weren’t dating. They hadn’t even spoken to each other since the night she bailed.

Up until yesterday when Poppy walked into the debriefing, she’d faded like mist from his life.

So…whatever.

Shaine hailed a cab, telling the cabbie, “Take me to the hottest nightclub in Miami,” and leaned back to get his head on straight.

Time for a little research.

Game play level: professional.

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Dear Reader,

Stories with intrigue, danger and sexual tension are my favorite kind to write. There’s something about immersing myself in a world where bullets fly and the potential of death lurks around every corner that really gets my creativity going.

When I envisioned Deep Cover, I knew it was going to be a wild ride and I hope you agree.

The Kelly brothers are the best kind of men—hot, stoic and protective—which spells danger for the women in their lives.

Set against the sultry Miami background, the idea of two agents, one FBI and another DEA, going undercover to catch a violent crime lord was too tantalizing to pass up.

I hope you love my newest Mills & Boon Romantic Suspense as much as I do.

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Happy reading,

Kimberly

www.millsandboon.co.uk

KIMBERLY VAN METER wrote her first book at sixteen and finally achieved publication in December 2006. She writes for the Harlequin Superromance, Blaze and Romantic Suspense lines. She and her husband of seventeen years have three children, three cats and always a houseful of friends, family and fun.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Epilogue

Extract

Copyright

Chapter 1

“The kids are calling it Bliss,” began FBI chief Patrick Hobbs as the PowerPoint presentation began in the darkened conference room. Special Agent Shaine Kelly and Special Agent Victoria Stapp were the only ones invited to this debriefing, which told Shaine they were about to get into something interesting. “It’s ten times more potent than Ecstasy and ten times more addictive. Whereas X used to be the drug of choice for trust-fund kids partying on Mommy and Daddy’s money, Bliss is cheaper, easier to find and, as evidenced by the bodies in the morgue with the junk in their system, deadly.”

Chief Hobbs switched to the next frame.

Dead college kids, by the look of their clothes, white drool frozen on their curled lips, as if they’d died in immeasurable pain.

“That’s not a good look on anyone,” Shaine said, eliciting a nod of agreement from Victoria.

“Watch the wisecracks,” Hobbs warned before moving on. “The drug is a ticking time bomb. Users say the high is like an opiate high, without the extreme lethargy. It’s simply...bliss.”

Stapp, a short redhead with a stereotypical redhead’s temper, said, “Sounds better than Xanax. Explains why kids are dying to get their hands on it. So did they OD?”

“In a matter of speaking. That’s what makes Bliss unique. It doesn’t kill you right away. Similar to LSD, the drug remains in the system far longer than the high, which then builds up until the body goes into painful convulsions, ultimately giving the user a massive heart attack.”

The lights flicked on and Shaine briefly squinted against the light. “So where’s it coming from?” he asked. “Colombia? Mexico? Guatemala?”