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The Agent & the Call Girl
The Agent & the Call Girl
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Description:
Escorts Undercover, a top-secret division of the FBI, puts another beautiful agent in peril.
Agent Sandi Simms takes on a case that starts as identity theft but soon turns into terrorism. Sandi’s job is to pretend to be a high-class escort and get her suspect to talk about his work—in the bedroom. But her heart and body betray her when she meets ruggedly handsome undercover agent Mike Martin.
Mike, on the other hand, isn’t happy he’s working with a partner, let alone one so beautiful she could be a runway model. He works solo and doesn’t trust anyone to watch his back.
Sparks fly when Mike and Sandi work to uncover the homegrown terrorist cell. But will Mike be able to see past her disguise as a high-class call girl and accept her as the professional FBI agent she is?
Reader Alert!
Flames aren’t hot enough to describe the sexual tension between Sandi Simms and Mike Martin. Just one touch turns them into molten lava. Warning: Have cold compresses ready to cool you off!
To My Readers:
This story is different. Who would think the FBI would run an escort service? The characters are sexy, hot and passionate about their jobs. And they’re determined to catch criminals, even if their suspect is into kinky sex. Someone has to do the dirty work, and Sandi is willing to get inside the suspect’s pants while Mike gets inside his terrorist cell.
Excerpt:
Mike Martin hardened the minute he saw Sandi walk into Sunset High the next evening. Raw desire burned through his veins. Never had he reacted like this to a woman before. He clenched his teeth and watched her sway between the tables. Every eye in the place followed her progress, male and female.
“Oh my God,” Morgan Connor murmured reverently. “Is that my escort for the evening?”
Mike had come with Morgan to meet the “girl” he had a date with, even though he already knew who it would be. Sandi was so beautiful this Wednesday evening she could be a supermodel. He didn’t answer Morgan. He couldn’t. Struck speechless by her radiant beauty, he felt like an awkward teenager for the first time in his life.
Sandi wore the single most incredible dress Mike had ever seen. And she had the body to show it off, too. Tall, almost six feet in her stilettos, she wore a strapless, flame red, skin-tight, dress of some material that looked as if it’d been sprayed on her body. Her long, straight blonde hair touched the tops of her shoulder blades. He knew that because she’d turned to smile at someone and revealed those beautiful bones and the fact that the dress started just below them. Hot red heels finished the outfit. His mouth dropped open at her lovely slim ankles. Since when did he care about ankles? Mike snapped his mouth shut with disgust and took a long swallow of his bourbon.
Sandi glanced in their direction. Her eyes narrowed for a flicker of a second then cleared. When she turned toward their table he heard Morgan suck in a deep breath.
“Look, she’s heading our way,” Morgan whispered. “I think I’m gonna come right here.”
Disgust filled Mike. Morgan was a pervert. A sick, twisted, pervert.
Sandi reached their table and stopped. Her cobalt eyes lit up her gorgeous face and a wide smile showed perfect white teeth. Mike didn’t realize he held his breath. She ran a finger through Morgan’s thin, unkempt hair then bent over and spoke next to his ear.
“Hello. I’m Sandra. The bartender told me you were Morgan.” She trailed her finger around his ear then down the side of Morgan’s neck. Morgan moaned in delight. “May I join you?”
Mike thought he knew her voice from when they’d met at the office but the low, husky tone of her whisper skittered down his spine, more erotic than anything he’d ever heard in his life. He nearly groaned out loud. Her voice held a hint of naughtiness, nastiness. Mike wrapped his hands around his glass and held on for dear life.
“Are you my date for tonight?” Morgan squeaked.
Morgan’s eyes were wild, uncontrolled.
“If you’re Morgan Connor, then I am,” Sandi said with a wide smile.
“Oh my God. I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” murmured Morgan.
Sandra-the-escort smiled at Morgan then turned to Mike. She reached out her hand and said in her normal tone, “And you are?”
It was as if they hadn’t already met, yet Mike’s heart stuttered and his stomach knotted when he heard the sheer joy of her deep voice as it flowed over his body. He felt light-headed and wondered if he’d had too
Escorts Undercover, a top-secret division of the FBI, puts another beautiful agent in peril.
Agent Sandi Simms takes on a case that starts as identity theft but soon turns into terrorism. Sandi’s job is to pretend to be a high-class escort and get her suspect to talk about his work—in the bedroom. But her heart and body betray her when she meets ruggedly handsome undercover agent Mike Martin.
Mike, on the other hand, isn’t happy he’s working with a partner, let alone one so beautiful she could be a runway model. He works solo and doesn’t trust anyone to watch his back.
Sparks fly when Mike and Sandi work to uncover the homegrown terrorist cell. But will Mike be able to see past her disguise as a high-class call girl and accept her as the professional FBI agent she is?
Reader Alert!
Flames aren’t hot enough to describe the sexual tension between Sandi Simms and Mike Martin. Just one touch turns them into molten lava. Warning: Have cold compresses ready to cool you off!
To My Readers:
This story is different. Who would think the FBI would run an escort service? The characters are sexy, hot and passionate about their jobs. And they’re determined to catch criminals, even if their suspect is into kinky sex. Someone has to do the dirty work, and Sandi is willing to get inside the suspect’s pants while Mike gets inside his terrorist cell.
Excerpt:
Mike Martin hardened the minute he saw Sandi walk into Sunset High the next evening. Raw desire burned through his veins. Never had he reacted like this to a woman before. He clenched his teeth and watched her sway between the tables. Every eye in the place followed her progress, male and female.
“Oh my God,” Morgan Connor murmured reverently. “Is that my escort for the evening?”
Mike had come with Morgan to meet the “girl” he had a date with, even though he already knew who it would be. Sandi was so beautiful this Wednesday evening she could be a supermodel. He didn’t answer Morgan. He couldn’t. Struck speechless by her radiant beauty, he felt like an awkward teenager for the first time in his life.
Sandi wore the single most incredible dress Mike had ever seen. And she had the body to show it off, too. Tall, almost six feet in her stilettos, she wore a strapless, flame red, skin-tight, dress of some material that looked as if it’d been sprayed on her body. Her long, straight blonde hair touched the tops of her shoulder blades. He knew that because she’d turned to smile at someone and revealed those beautiful bones and the fact that the dress started just below them. Hot red heels finished the outfit. His mouth dropped open at her lovely slim ankles. Since when did he care about ankles? Mike snapped his mouth shut with disgust and took a long swallow of his bourbon.
Sandi glanced in their direction. Her eyes narrowed for a flicker of a second then cleared. When she turned toward their table he heard Morgan suck in a deep breath.
“Look, she’s heading our way,” Morgan whispered. “I think I’m gonna come right here.”
Disgust filled Mike. Morgan was a pervert. A sick, twisted, pervert.
Sandi reached their table and stopped. Her cobalt eyes lit up her gorgeous face and a wide smile showed perfect white teeth. Mike didn’t realize he held his breath. She ran a finger through Morgan’s thin, unkempt hair then bent over and spoke next to his ear.
“Hello. I’m Sandra. The bartender told me you were Morgan.” She trailed her finger around his ear then down the side of Morgan’s neck. Morgan moaned in delight. “May I join you?”
Mike thought he knew her voice from when they’d met at the office but the low, husky tone of her whisper skittered down his spine, more erotic than anything he’d ever heard in his life. He nearly groaned out loud. Her voice held a hint of naughtiness, nastiness. Mike wrapped his hands around his glass and held on for dear life.
“Are you my date for tonight?” Morgan squeaked.
Morgan’s eyes were wild, uncontrolled.
“If you’re Morgan Connor, then I am,” Sandi said with a wide smile.
“Oh my God. I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” murmured Morgan.
Sandra-the-escort smiled at Morgan then turned to Mike. She reached out her hand and said in her normal tone, “And you are?”
It was as if they hadn’t already met, yet Mike’s heart stuttered and his stomach knotted when he heard the sheer joy of her deep voice as it flowed over his body. He felt light-headed and wondered if he’d had too
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