{"product_id":"2940148941545","title":"The Client \u0026 The Call Girl","description":"Stunning FBI agent Charlotte (Charlie) Chandler goes undercover to arrest Trent Logan, the CFO of the nation’s new healthcare company by posing as a high-class call girl because Trent has sexual needs that can only be fulfilled by hiring an escort.  When she meets undercover IRS agent Randolph (Rand) Rhodes she is stunned by her instant, desperate attraction to him.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe problem?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRand is working with the FBI on the inside of the healthcare company to gain proof that Logan is embezzling millions.  But how can Charlotte be around Randolph, Trent’s “friend” and co-worker without blowing their cover?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReader Alert!  Charlie had no idea her body could heat so fast.  She thought she’d burn from the flames she felt when she touched Rand.  Beware! Only read under the covers when ready for intense passion!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo My Readers:  \u003cbr\u003eThis 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 Charlie is willing to get inside the suspect’s pants while Rand gets inside his mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt:\u003cbr\u003e\"“Hello, gentlemen,” Charlotte purred as she slid into the chair between the two men.  “I’m Charlotte.”  She touched the inside of her client’s wrist, just below his French cuff, her back turned slightly to the other man.  \u003cbr\u003eHer client preened.  “I’m Trent and this is Randolph.  I brought him along for the ride, so to speak.”\u003cbr\u003e So they did want a three-way.  Charlotte’s stomach flipped but she ignored it.  “The more the merrier, I always say.”  She had her back to the other man.  Heard him shift in his chair, felt the table shake when he put the glass on it with a thump.\u003cbr\u003e “Nice to meet you,” Randolph said.\u003cbr\u003e There was something in his voice.  Disgust.  Anger.  Need.  Charlotte couldn’t place it.  She turned to smile at him and sucked in her breath at the look of raw desire in his tawny, cat-like eyes.  She wondered why he reminded her of a predator.  It was the intensity of his stare, she realized.  The golden flecks in his brown eyes glittered, yet he never broke the gaze between them.  Something skittered along her spine and Charlotte straightened, turning away from the ruggedly handsome man.  \u003cbr\u003e He wasn’t her concern.\u003cbr\u003e “Well, Trent, would you order me a drink?”\u003cbr\u003e Trent waved his hand in the air and a waitress hurried over.  Sunset High was the newest, trendy bar in Los Angeles.  Touted to be the “in” spot, it catered to a rich and high-powered clientele.  It had a reputation for impeccable service, tight-lipped and very discreet employees, and the female escorts that worked for Escorts Undercover through Sunset High were said to be the purest, cleanest and most beautiful in the nation.  There wasn’t a seat to be found at nine o’clock in the evening and this evening was no different.  Sunset High didn’t take reservations, you only got in if you knew someone.\u003cbr\u003e Trent Logan knew someone.  Charlotte had read his dossier.  The owner was a boyhood friend and they’d kept in touch through the years.  John Raison was also Trent’s partner in a few businesses they ran together.  Which was why Trent had the center table in the bar.  \u003cbr\u003e Trent craved attention, needed adoration.  Or so the dossier said.\u003cbr\u003e He placed Charlotte’s order for a Chardonnay and turned to Randolph.  “Well, what did I tell you?  Isn’t this the best?”  He was speaking of the bar but his eyes never left Charlotte’s face.\u003cbr\u003e “Yes, it is,” Randolph said.  “It’s more than I could have expected.”\u003cbr\u003e Charlotte wondered why the man sounded so angry and glanced at him.  His eyes spit daggers while his lips turned up at their corners.  She blinked at the contradiction but didn’t say anything.  Oddly, his deep, resonant voice touched her in a stunning way.  She felt hot, then cold and her hands shook.  Tucking them under the table to hide them from view she clutched the top of her knees to keep them from shaking.   \u003cbr\u003e The waitress brought her wine and Trent lifted his glass.  “To a wonderful evening.”\u003cbr\u003e Their glasses tinkled when they clicked them together sending a shiver up Charlotte’s spine.  Maybe it was the nod of acknowledgement she received from Randolph.  Mocking though it had been, his eyes never left hers as they made the toast.  Quickly averting her eyes she focused on her prey.  \u003cbr\u003e “So, Trent, what can I do for you this evening?”  Charlotte had lowered her voice to a sexy purr and noticed that Randolph nearly spit out his scotch.  She saw his hand clench","brand":"Red Sage Publishing, Incorporated","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47072869613808,"sku":"2940148941545","price":4.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940148941545_p0.jpg?v=1763710599","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940148941545","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}