Seduced by a Spy (Celebrity Seduction Spy Thriller Erotica)

When sexy reality TV star Fiona hits the beach in disguise, she doesn’t expect to meet someone else in disguise, too: a ripped, handsome spy on the run who calls himself Zachary. Zachary picks her up so that his pursuers won’t recognize him before he has a chance to change his appearance; but doesn't realize he's just quadrupled his roblems because she's famous -- the worst cover possible!

Will Fiona call the cops, and leave Zachary to fend off the thugs himself? But if she falls in love she’ll be forced to give up her celebrity life – or be killed! 4,500 words of hot and romantic seduction thrills!

Read a steamy excerpt!

“Look, I’m soaking wet. I can’t even believe I’m meeting you like this.” He gestured at his soaking wet pants; but all Fiona saw was his swelling penis, which had sprung up under his trousers.

"Let me take care of you." She said, feeling wetness between her legs even though she hadn't been swimming. Perhaps he could take care of her… and he wasn’t one of those repulsive obsessed fans that she so detested.

"I couldn't - " he protested, to be polite, even as he accepted her beach towel to wrap around his shoulders.
"Of course you can. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?" She showed off a shapely figure as she tugged on the hem of her transparent, gauzy caftan.

"Shall we?" He offered his bare, muscular arm, and she took it, leaning her head lightly on his toweled shoulder. “Call me Zachary.”

“Fiona,” she said, again flashing that seductive red smile at him. It was like a spotlight, and he the helpless creature in her brilliance.

They crossed the beach, and then the grassy picnic area and the food vendors, picnickers and families and couples, nobody noticing that anything was strange about the pair - a disguised celebrity and her merman.

“So, Fiona, tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know.” Zachary said.

“Zachary, what could you possibly know about me besides my name!” Fiona exclaimed.

Zachary smiled mischievously. “I know that you’re gorgeous, and fun, and you don’t take enough time off from whatever it is you do for work…. Which is probably something in, say, fashion?” He flattered her with the last guess, as any young woman who cared about her appearance would love to work in fashion. He didn’t realize how close to the truth he was. He really thought she worked in an office.

“Oooh, how did you do that?” Fiona gasped.

Zachary smiled. Spies knew how to make the right deductions about people. In some ways, he was a better psychic than any fortune teller.

“I’ve got a whole lot more I can do to you…” Zachary winked again.

Fiona winked back. “I’m looking forward to finding out if you can. I hope you’re not all talk?” She said, coy even when she was blatantly flirting.

“Oh, madam, I’m all action.” Zachary said, adopting a formal accent.

Fiona giggled. They paused to look left and right, waiting for a break in the traffic.

They crossed the street, he spanked her bikini-clad bottom and she giggled and jumped, clearly enjoying his flattering attention. She was used to being adored, in the limelight, and he could read her like a book.

“I’m getting you into a hot shower!” She told him.

“Any shower with you in it must be hot!” he replied, looking directly at her gorgeous round boobs.