One Sizzling Night

First come lies

Then comes temptation...

Former Black Ops soldier Logan McCabe is in high-tech heaven. The “smart” apartment he’s staying at has it all—luxurious amenities, walls that change color, and a seductive and nearly naked woman in the living room. Now, that’s everything a man can ask for. Except Kensey Roberts is no pixel pinup...and the sexual tension between them is most assuredly real.

Kensey is in way over her head. She’s undercover to expose a possible art thief and clear her absentee father’s name. She doesn’t need a distraction—especially the ex-military, crazy-sexy hot kind. “Captain McBabe” is over six feet of pure, delicious temptation. But one sizzling night won’t just compromise her reputation...it could blow her cover sky-high.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Logan stopped at the bed, pulled down his shirt only to unbutton it in record time, and swiftly yanked down the covers.

God bless America, he was built like...like the men in her dreams. They all had his kind of body—muscled, a subtle six-pack, just enough hair that she could play with it during the cooldown after and a trim waist that led to a very impressive package.

“This is the part where you take off your shorts,” Kensey teased. “Unless you’d like me to—”

They hit the floor before he could finish.

He smiled. The kind of smile that changed his face. Made him look sexy as all get-out. Then he pulled her onto his lap for a kiss.

She kissed him back. Deep and real and just messy enough to match the urgency that was coiling inside him like a rattler.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said as he tumbled her onto the bed.

Dear Reader,

Welcome back to my Three Wicked Nights miniseries!

You may remember Logan McCabe from Intrigue Me. He was the heroine’s hunky brother, a former special ops soldier, a man who’d gone above and beyond before returning home to face yet another battle—adjusting to civilian life. He tackles the problem head-on, starting a security firm that employs vets, like himself, who want to make a difference.

In One Sizzling Night, Logan has gone to Boston for a security conference and has been invited to test out his college friend’s amazing “smart” apartment. To Logan’s surprise, he won’t be spending the week alone. There’s a woman in residence, Kensey Roberts, and you won’t believe what she’s wearing when he meets her!

They not only spend some sizzling nights together, but when Logan finally unravels the mystery of Kensey, it puts them both in the line of fire!

I hope you’re enjoying this series. Look for the third Three Wicked Nights book coming in September.

You can always reach me at [email protected] or jomk.tumblr.com. I love hearing from readers!

All my best wishes,

Jo Leigh

JO LEIGH is from Los Angeles and always thought she’d end up living in Manhattan. So how did she end up in Utah in a tiny town with a terrible internet connection, being bossed around by a houseful of rescued cats and dogs? What the heck, she says, predictability is boring. Jo has written more than forty-five novels for Harlequin. Visit her website at joleigh.com or contact her at [email protected].

To Lena Zimnavoda Khalek, my amazing niece who has not only been my source for all things Boston, but is also just plain wonderful. Love you!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

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Extract

Copyright

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KENSEY ROBERTS MADE the short walk from the mansion to her boss’s office at a brisk pace. They’d been working out of his Tarrytown, New York, estate for a week now, and normally she enjoyed the leisurely stroll through the garden when she had occasion to meet with him. Not today. She paused outside his door and glanced down at her pressed linen pants and cream-colored blouse.

She’d paid particular attention to how she looked this morning. Her hair was simple, a little wavy now that it was past her shoulders. Applying makeup had been a challenge, but she’d had to do something to hide the fact that she hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. A final inspection assured her that she looked as cool and polished as usual.

Inside she was a complete mess.

Neil Patterson was sitting behind his immaculate teakwood desk. On any other day, she’d help herself to coffee first, exchange a few pleasantries if he wasn’t in the middle of something. Today Kensey headed straight for him and skipped the small talk.

“I hate to spring this on you at the last minute,” she said, ignoring the leather chair across from him. Too much adrenaline was shooting through her system. She couldn’t sit, hadn’t been able to sleep or stomach the thought of food since last night. “I need some time off.”

Neil leaned back, eyebrows raised. “Good morning.”

Kensey nodded. “Hopefully it will be just a week, so I’ll be able to escort the van Gogh to Vienna next month as planned.” Her voice, she knew, was well modified, and there was nothing about her expression that signaled anything but calm assurance. This mask had been her saving grace for years. She’d learned how to play a part from the best teacher in the world. “But it’s possible I’ll be away longer.”