Secret Agent Surrender
This undercover agent can't disguise his true desire! DEA agent Marcos Costa is undercover and ready to bring down a drug kingpin inside his own mansion – until he runs into Brenna Hartwell, his very first love. He doesn't know she's a detective on a case and their reunion will be short-lived if their cover is blown.
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This undercover agent canât disguise his true desire!
Undercover DEA agent Marcos Costa is shocked to see Brenna Hartwellâhis very first crushâcozying up to the brutal drug lord heâs about to bust! He hasnât seen her since childhood, but he never imagined sheâd turn to a life of crime. What the hunky agent doesnât know is that Brennaâs working her own bust as a rookie cop undercover.
Brenna didnât think sheâd ever see Marcos again, especially not on her first undercover mission! She knows she has to keep her distanceâ¦but while she and Marcos play out their daring ruse, their youthful passion reignites. One wrong move could blow their covers. Can two loners used to self-reliance trust their livesâand heartsâto each other?
The Lawmen: Bullets and Brawn
âSo you think youâre safe? Or do we need to run now?â
She gaped at him. âWe?â She shook her head. âEven if Iâm compromised, you didnât vouch for me. Whatever happens to me, I wonât betray your cover. This is about me.â
âNo, itâs not. Weâre a team now, you and me.â
The idea flooded her with warmth, made her feel more secure and more afraid at the same time.
If this was just about her, she wouldnât hesitate. It was worth the risk.
But it was no longer just about her. âI donât think heâs going to say anything, but I canât be positive.â
Marcos nodded, stepping a little closer. âNothing in life is a guarantee, especially in undercover work.â
Her pulse picked up again at his nearness, her body wanting to lean into him. âWhat do you think we should do?â
âIf you donât think youâre compromised, we stay.â
If she stayed here much longer, she was definitely going to be compromised, but in a completely different way.
ELIZABETH HEITER likes her suspense to feature strong heroines, chilling villains, psychological twists and a little romance. Her research has taken her into the minds of serial killers, through murder investigations and onto the FBI Academyâs shooting range. Elizabeth graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in English literature. Sheâs a member of International Thriller Writers and Romance Writers of America. Visit Elizabeth at www.elizabethheiter.com.
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âThis is a bad idea,â Marcos Costa muttered as he drove the flashy convertible the DEA had provided him into the middle of Nowhere, Maryland. Or rather, up into the middle of nowhere. He could actually feel the altitude change as he revved the convertible up this unpaved road into the Appalachian Mountains.
âIt was your idea,â his partnerâs voice returned over the open cell-phone line.
âDoesnât make it a good one,â Marcos joked. The truth was, it was a brilliant idea. So long as he lived through it.
The DEA had been trying to get an in with Carlton Wayne White for years, but the man was paranoid and slippery. Until now, they hadnât even had an address for him.
That was, assuming the address Marcos was heading to now actually did turn out to be Carltonâs mansion and not an old coal mine where a drug lord could bury the body of an undercover agent whose cover was blown. Namely, his.
âAccording to the GPS, Iâm close,â Marcos told his partner. âIâm going to hide the phone now. Iâm only going to contact you on this again if I run into trouble.â
âBe careful.â
âWill do.â Marcos cut the call, hoping he sounded confident. Usually, he loved the thrill of an undercover meet. But this wasnât their usual buy-bust situation, where heâd show up, flash a roll of money, then plan the meet to get the drugs and instead of doing a trade, pull his badge and his weapon. Today, heâd been invited into the home of a major heroin dealer. And if everything went like it was supposed to, heâd spend the entire weekend there, being wined and dined by Carlton.
Because right now, he wasnât Marcos Costa, a rising star in the DEAâs ranks. He was Marco Costrales, major player in the drug world. Or, at least, aspiring major player in the drug world, with the kind of money that could buy a front-row seat in the game.
Pulling over, Marcos slid the car into Park and popped open a hidden compartment underneath the passenger seat. Ironically, the car had originally belonged to a dealer down in Florida, and the compartment had been used to hide drugs. Today, Marcos turned off his cell phone to save the battery and slipped it in there, hoping he wouldnât need it again until he was safely out of the Appalachians.
