âThereâs something Iâve always wanted to try â¦â
âDo tell.â Trent smiled. âWhat does a nice girl like you think about alone in the deep of night?â
And in her whiskey-induced honesty, Chloe told him. Every lurid, naughty detail of every lurid, naughty fantasy sheâd ever had. By the time she was finished, his eyes blazed with desire and his body was obviously more than eager to play along.
âI donât think we can get to all of that tonight, Chloe, but we can definitely make a dent in your list.â He rolled out of bed and fetched her discarded panty hose. With quick efficiency, he tied her wrists together and then to the headboard and knelt between her knees, his eyes burning with dark fire.
âLetâs see just how far youâre willing to go, my nice, normal little accountant.â
Dear Reader,
This was one of those books that burst into life, hit the ground running and never looked back. Itâs always a special treat for me when a pair of characters take over the story and drag me along purely to act as their typist. Chloe and Trent sent me on a particularly wild ride, and I really had to type fast to keep up with them.
Chloe was a ton of fun. It was a challenge to write the sibling of a former heroine and to find a completely unique story for her even though Chloe and her sister came from essentially the same background. Trent continues my exploration of the limits of current science and what the near future may look like. I continue to be amazed at how close we are to having abilities like Trent and the other members of the Code X team.
And then, of course, there was the sizzling chemistry between Chloe and Trent to capture on the page without burning it to ashes. Throw in a bad guy or two, attempted murder and kidnapping, and weâve got a recipe for a fun read.
So pour yourself your favorite beverage, order out so you donât have to cook supper, relax, put your feet up and dive into a flash of death, mayhem and true love!
Until next time, happy reading â¦
Cindy Dees
CINDY DEES started flying airplanes while sitting in her dadâs lap at the age of three and got a pilotâs license before she got a driverâs license. At age fifteen, she dropped out of high school and left the horse farm in Michigan where she grew up to attend the University of Michigan. After earning a degree in Russian and East European studies, she joined the US Air Force and became the youngest female pilot in its history. She flew supersonic jets, VIP airlift and the C-5 Galaxy, the worldâs largest airplane. During her military career, she traveled to forty countries on five continents, was detained by the KGB and East German secret police, got shot at, flew in the first Gulf War and amassed a lifetimeâs worth of war stories.
Her hobbies include medieval re-enacting, professional Middle Eastern dancing and Japanese gardening.
This RITA>® Award-winning authorâs first book was published in 2002 and since then she has published more than twenty-five bestselling and award-winning novels. She loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at www.cindydees.com.
Kathy, you keep me sane even when I accept insane
deadlines. Thanks for everything. Youâre the best!
Chloe Jordan knew one thing: the combination of turning thirty and being one of the only single women at her little sisterâs wedding was thoroughly depressingâexpensive-chocolate-and-cheap-wine-binge depressing. The hell of it was that she, as the maid of honor, emphasis on maid, old maid, had an ironclad obligation to be the life of the party. No matter how much she loved her little sis, this night officially sucked.
A chorus of spoons knocking on glasses startled her out of her momentary slip into melancholy. Shouts of laughter went up as the groom laid a smoking-hot kiss on the bride. Sheesh. Somebody throw a bucket of ice water on those two.
Chloe checked her bitterness. Sunnyâd had a really crappy run of luck and deserved all the happiness she could get. The lucky groom, Aiden, obviously loved Sunny fiercely. Next up on her personal hit parade of depressing events was bound to be playing indulgent auntie to their perfect children. Yippee.
The band resumed playing too loudly to talk over, and thankfully a mob of guests piled out of their seats, relieving her of any duty to go out onto a painfully empty dance floor and âget things started.â
It didnât help her mood that sheâd had a little too much champagne and was starting to feel a little weepy. Sunny was so beautiful and radiant, and she was so proud of her little sis. Chloe noticed from her seat jammed in the corner that it had started raining outside.
One of the groomsmen got the bright idea to light up a cigar, and furthermore, to pass out cigars to all the other groomsmen. A cloud of noxious blue smoke enveloped her. Her stomach roiled ominously.
Enough was enough. She took her queasy stomach and crazy mood swings and fled the reception in search of fresh air. She burst out of the private club that was one of Denverâs most exclusive addresses and inhaled deeply. But even the rain wouldnât give her a break and the skies opened up without warning. Her hotel was right across the street and she ran for it, racing down the clubâs wide steps. Streetlights glittered off the wet pavement as she dashed between cars.