Traitorous Attraction
FROM STEAMY JUNGLES TO OPULENT PALACES, IT'S NONSTOP ACTION, DANGER AND PASSION FOR TWO SEXY AGENTSTo find a "dead" agent, intelligence analyst Kate Squire needs the man's brother–retired Sphere operative Connor West. His skills as a trained assassin are essential for her mission…but her immediate, raw attraction for the man himself is not.For a loner like Connor, trekking into the jungle with a secretive killer blonde at his side is not textbook. Caught between armed insurgents and hungry predators, he fears Kate may be his deadliest threat…until their very agency turns on them. Stranded, outmanned and outgunned, Connor has nowhere else to turn. Trusting the gorgeous spy may be the only way to get them out alive….
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FROM STEAMY JUNGLES TO OPULENT PALACES, ITâS NONSTOP ACTION, DANGER AND PASSION FOR TWO SEXY AGENTS
To find a âdeadâ agent, intelligence analyst Kate Squire needs the manâs brotherâretired Sphere operative Connor West. His skills as a trained assassin are essential for her missionâ¦but her immediate, raw attraction for the man himself is not.
For a loner like Connor, trekking into the jungle with a secretive killer blonde at his side is not textbook. Caught between armed insurgents and hungry predators, he fears Kate may be his deadliest threatâ¦until their very agency turns on them. Stranded, outmanned and outgunned, Connor has nowhere else to turn. Trusting the gorgeous spy may be the only way to get them out aliveâ¦.
âI felt someone watching me before.â
Connorâs gaze swerved to her, his eyes intense and focused. It was difficult not to reach out and touch him, to complete that connection that burned hot.
âDid you see anyone?â His hand covered hers, no doubt to get her attention, but the gesture turned primal. She laced their fingers as she shook her head.
Connor didnât drag his hand away. He brought his free hand to the back of her neck and pulled her close. âWhat are you doing?â Darkness danced in his eyes, and she sensed a danger that lay in wait in him.
âWhat do you mean? Iâm holding your handâ¦and waiting for you to kiss me. I want you. I want to know what itâs like to kiss a man like you.â
He traced his finger over her lip. âYou are a complicated woman, and I havenât begun to figure you out.â
Her mind swam with thoughts, but her body ached for more. âYou have all night.â
His eyes blazed. âYouâre playing with a fire you canât control.â
She pressed against him. âDonât underestimate me.â
Dear Reader,
Connor West made a brief appearance in Shielding the Suspect as Brady Trumanâs landlord. A former spy who could be called paranoid if it werenât for the fact that âtheyâ really are after him, he is an intriguing character and I immediately knew he would have his own story. Connor has met his match in Kate, a talented intelligence analyst who works best behind a computer. Connor prefers the outdoors, but when his brother goes missing, finding him will require both of their skills and all their cunning.
When I was growing up, my father and my brothers spent a lot of time outdoors: camping, hiking and exploring. I was never much for dirt and bugs, but I always loved their stories. I donât know how many were fictionalized, but hereâs an outdoor adventure of my own.
Happy reading!
C.J. Miller
C.J. MILLER
loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted through her website, www.cj-miller.com. She lives in Maryland with her husband, son and daughter. C.J. believes in first loves, second chances and happily ever after.
In memory of my dad: adventurer, scholar and mentor. Not a day goes by. <3
Contents
Part I: America
Chapter 1
Connor West had an eight-second warning before the knockout blonde with a too-serious expression showed up in front of his house. His perimeter security alarm beeped and her newer-model luxury sedan displayed on his smartphone screen. A camera situated along the driveway scanned her carâs tags and ran a DMV lookup. Another camera snapped a picture of her face and ran it through facial-recognition software.
Nothing popped up immediately on his computer, which checked his watch list first: federal and local law enforcement, known special operatives, and convicted and released felons. The woman in his driveway must be lost. Connor lived in the woods, far away from civilization, and it was how he liked it. He didnât often get surprise visitors, and when he did, their arrival was either a mistake or delivered a problem.
Connor hoped sheâd take one look at his cabin, spin her car around and hightail it off his property. He gave it an 80 percent likelihood she wouldnât stop to ask for directions. Didnât most people have GPS on their cars and their mobile phones? Why would she turn onto his private road? Had to be a mistake.
To his surprise, she climbed out of her car, one long, shapely leg followed by the other. She was wearing a pair of bright green shorts and a white tank top. In her hand, she grasped a small piece of paper. She looked between it and his cabin and back to the paper.
Yes, she was definitely lost.
He mentally urged her to get back in her car and not look back. He wasnât in the mood to deal with her. Connor hadnât seen another human being in a week and he was happy to have it that way.
To his annoyance, she walked up the stairs to his front door. Guess she wasnât a woman who was easily put off. Connor hadnât gone so far as to put no-trespassing signs everywhere. He didnât think he needed them. The location spoke for itself.
