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Blurb: Sheena has been a secret agent for many years. She's always enjoyed the freedom of being sent all over the world, helping to keep others safe. But when she has a liaison in Berlin with Cory, a famous actor of Native American descent, she's horrified to realize she's fallen in love with him. In her business, having feelings is dangerous. Falling in love can be deadly!
What do you see on this cover? A woman who is torn between two hot men? Yup. But also a woman whose body and psyche have been scarred by what she endured at the hands of a serial killer of female agents. When a close friend of hers was his latest victim, Ameena volunteered to bring him down by using herself as bait. But in the spy business, things don't always go as planned--help might be coming, but will it get there in time?
Blurb: Ameena has never been able to forget what she endured on her last assignment before she left the agency. The only female agent to live through what The Executioner did to his victims, she still bears the scars, both physical and psychological. When he escapes from his prison cell, her former handler brings two agents with him, telling her that one or the other will be her shadow, until her torturer is caught again. Having kept herself too busy for romance, she is caught off-guard by the sudden insertion into her life of two hot, sexy men, one who actively pursues her, and one whom she finds more attractive for his shyness. Does she choose between them, or enjoy them both? Will she live long enough to make a choice? And once she does, will she get a HEA? When the man she chooses is captured while on his last assignment, she needs to recruit a team to rescue him. But she needs one more team member--the man she rejected. There's only one offer she can make to him, that might convince him--only one thing he wants from her.
Set-up for excerpt--Malcolm is in both books. He's Ameena's handler from her spy days. He surprises her with a call, saying he has to meet with her. She insists he meet her at work, because she's the choreographer for a music video that's already late. He walks in with two other man, and they see her dancing on stage, demonstrating the moves for the song. She calls for a break and motions for the men to follow her.
All three men followed her into the office and watched as she carefully shut the door behind them. She turned to see that, as usual, Malcolm had turned a chair backwards and was sitting on it, leaning on the back of the chair. One man leaned against the wall behind Malcolm, and the other man perched on the edge of one of the desks.
Ameena walked over to the other desk and leaned against it as she spoke. "So, what's going on, Malcolm? It's not that I'm not happy to see you, but I'm wondering what's the reason for this visit. It's not a social call, is it? If it was, you wouldn't have brought muscle with you."
Malcolm nodded gravely. "It's good to see you also, Ameena, but you're right. We have a situation, and you need to be informed. You need to meet the boys now, because one or the other is going to be your shadow for the near future. Until this whole thing plays out."
He waved toward the tall, Hispanic-looking man behind him.
"This is Tomás Escobedo. Don't let the earring, the punk blond streak in his hair, or the fatuous look of boredom fool you. Nothing escapes him. He's very good at what he does."
Ameena nodded at the man, managing a tight grin in response to his seductive smile.
"That was some dancing you were doing out there." He spoke in a low drawl, with just a hint of an accent of some kind. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a Latina, based on your dancing. I'd love to see more of your moves."
Ameena's smile widened just a little bit. "I'm sure you would. And I can tell what your assignments usually involve already. Don't waste your time, honey. It takes one to know one. We're two of a kind."
He deliberately let her see him looking her up and down, smiling at what he saw.
She shook her head and turned back to Malcolm.
He waved towards the other man, who was leaning against the desk. He had been staring at her while she wasn't looking at him, and blushed at being caught.
Her eyebrows rose, as she realized he had been studying her.
"And that's Adam DeLaine. Details are his specialty, planning is his game."
He smiled almost shyly at her, and nodded.
Ameena appraised him more closely. She nodded at him, as if she liked what she saw.
She turned back to Malcolm, to speak impatiently. "Okay, fine. You've brought a couple of new boys around. But why? Why do I need shadows? What's going on?"
Malcolm got up to stand in front of her and spoke quietly. "I'm sorry, Ameena, but there's no easy way to tell you this. The Executioner has escaped. And I'm afraid that he's going to come after you."
Her face twisted in disbelief, and she exploded. "What? How the hell could that happen? He was in maximum-security, doing life! They were supposed to put him into a deep, dark hole in a cage, and lock it, then eat the key for breakfast! You told me it was guaranteed that he'd never see the light of day again!"
Malcolm nodded and reached out to take her shaking hands. "I don't know how he did it, me love. No one does. They found a dead guard in his cell, and he was gone. That's all I know. And we have to assume he's going to want to finish what he started with you, because you are the only one who ever lived through his--um--hospitality. You testified against him and put him away. And you, more than anyone else, know he's a vindictive son-of-a-bitch."
She shook off Malcolm's hands and walked over to stand facing away from him, her hands on her own upper arms, as if she was hugging herself. Suddenly she whirled on Malcolm, her anger palpable. "You promised me he'd never get out! I wanted you to kill him, but you said he'd never get out! Now what? Do I run and hide? There's no place I could go that he won't find me. Do I spend the rest of my life holding my breath, waiting for him to decide it's time?"
The dark-haired man cleared his throat. "That's why I suggested that we lay a trap for him."
She whirled on him, sparks of anger shooting from her eyes. "And I'm the bait! I'll never know when he's going to appear. But I'm just supposed to--what? Live my life as if nothing's different? How? Do you have any idea what that twisted fuck is capable of doing?" She suddenly ripped off her flowing short-sleeved jacket and turned around, wearing only her camisole.
The sudden intakes of breath from behind her came from the two men who hadn't seen her scars before.
Malcolm approached her and held her jacket up for her to slip it back on, gently rubbing her shoulders and her arms. "That's why we're never going to leave you alone. You will have one of them with you at all times."
"What's that going to accomplish? He'll never make a move if he sees any of you! He knows how the agency operates! He'll just head underground and wait as long as it takes for me to get complacent. He knows that eventually the agency will pull you all off of me. Then what?"
"That's what I said." Adam spoke quietly.
She turned to him and nodded, taking deep breaths. She reached into her jeans pocket and got out her container of cigarettes and lit one, leaning back against the desk again. "So talk to me, plan-man. What do you think I should do?"
He cleared his throat before he continued. "Don't you mean, what should we, meaning all of us, do?" He inclined his head at Tomás, and nodded at Malcolm. "We both volunteered for this assignment. Malcolm was having trouble getting the official okay to proceed. Seems the H'ups think that he'll stay far away from you, knowing that you'll be waiting for him. They see no need to pay for anyone to provide you anything more than official police protection."
Ameena snorted and rolled her eyes.
Tomás spoke. "When Malcolm told us about you--about what that sick bastard did to you, and how you risked everything to put him away, he told us that he needed a couple of agents to volunteer to shadow you for a while. We will be the kind of protection that he won't be expecting." He winked at her. "And after watching your dancing earlier, I now know that there's no place I'd rather be than right behind you--enjoying the view."