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Undercover Siren
He was only supposed to be a job. Why can't she walk away?
Colton Davies, an ex-Marine turned cop, stumbles across a damsel in distress while working the beat and rushes to her aid. Unbeknownst to him, Kristen Trevelyan isn’t an old classmate who accidentally locked her keys in the car, but a spy working for a classified agency. She’s tasked with getting close to the police officer, but she never anticipated how close they’d become.
Action, adventure, dangerous gun battles, sizzling romance scenes, tender words of affection, and more await you in Undercover Siren.
Fever
Doctor Mae Jones had no idea when she agreed to assist the army in vaccinating children half-way around the world what she’d face. She didn’t sign up for a sexy British officer trailing her every move, his giddy smile and sunshine good-looks distracting her. Nor did she expect the sudden rebel attacks and bullets flying while she attempts to try to cure an unexplainable virus about to threaten the whole world. It’s up to her to try and stop a war before it even begins while she keeps falling for this man who’s her total opposite in every way but the heart.
In the second entry of the Inquisition series, this stand-alone novel presents Alistair Young. For those tired of the alpha who want someone sweet as cotton candy, Alistair is your man. Easy on the eyes, and light on the heart — he’s prone to cracking jokes and playing card games with the sick kids. For all his easy-going ways he knows how dangerous growing close to the new genius doctor can be, but he can’t look away either.
Undercover Siren Excerpt
Colton snapped off the radio and tumbled back into his seat. From God-awful love songs to burnt corpses, oh and dragging her into a rainstorm. He was a real pro at dating, as she could no doubt tell. Glaring out the windshield, watching the bounce of rain pinging off the rusted hood, Colton kept whipping himself for things beyond his control. He was so far gone, it wasn’t until her hand shifted higher up his arm that he realized Kristen was touching him.
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Twisting his head towards her, he found those dazzling eyes burning directly into his. She stared at him as if…as if she couldn’t see anyone else. As if she’d never seen anyone else. Soft pink lips glistened with fresh rain, parting like she yearned for a drink. Colton dove towards her, his mouth puckering up just before it plunged against hers. Warmth erupted down his spine, the woman melting from his kiss. He let go of the arguing in his brain to fall into this moment. Fingers lifted off his arm to thread through his hair, gently guiding him deeper into her trap.
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He was greedy to fall into it, their first kiss turning hotter than he’d ever have expected. Kristen tipped her head, her tongue darting up and down his scar before she tugged his bottom lip deep into hers. The nibble was little more than a whisper, but it broke down a wall inside Colton and a moan escaped from his throat.
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Sliding back as if to catch her breath, those dazzling eyes darted up to his. The bliss of touching her dilated his pupils so much he had to blink a moment. As she focused into view, her cheeks bright from a flush and cleavage beaded in droplets, there was no denying how badly he wanted to take this further.
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How in God’s name did he do that?
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“You’re so…” he mumbled, his tongue clogging in his mouth as the words all stuck together, “pradortty.”
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“Pradortty?” her eyebrow lifted in surprise, but a smile stretched across her lips. The ones that tasted of hunger and the thrill of the run.
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“I, uh…” Colton absently wiped the back of his neck.
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“Is that some kind of word only you people in Sky City use?”
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“Ye…yes,” he sputtered out. “It means, it means a very beautiful woman.”
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The blush burned brighter on her cheeks and she turned to stare at the dashboard, “Oh. Well, you’re handorablesome.”
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Colton chuckled at her catching him, but with a grateful nod said, “Thank you.”
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Her sparkling eyes darted around the truck, seeming to take in the state of it before landing upon the clutch. “This is a stick? You can drive a stick?”
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“Sure,” he shrugged, “I’m from the country. Who couldn’t back in Winterset?”
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“Right, right, just…surprised to see one here in the city,” she smiled. “Isn’t it hell on stop and go traffic.”
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“Not if you’re good,” Colton said without thought before wincing. “Did you never learn?” It seemed odd to the man who cut his teeth on tractors, but not everyone was a farmer. There had to be townies in a town after all.
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“A little,” Kristen admitted, “but I’m happy with my automatic. When I don’t lock myself out anyway.”
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“Until a helpful policeman comes along,” Colton said as if he had nothing to do with it. She smiled sweetly at him, but silence threaded through the cab. Only the bounce of rain thudding into the metal over their heads filled the air. All the unsaid words grew thicker than the humidity, both people staring at each other not knowing what to do next.
He could take her back into the bar. To talk more. Or have another drink. It was getting kinda late. Maybe he should offer to take her home. Or that they wait out the rain here. She could snuggle up next to him and…
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“Colton?” Kristen whispered, her eyes darting up to him, “do you want to get coffee?”
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“Uh…sure,” he spat out, his brain trying to rack up what place would be open this late aside from a fast food joint.
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Her ravenous smile nearly knocked him over, when she shrugged, “I’d say we could go back to my place but I’m all out of filters, and grounds, and a coffee God.” Slowly, her fingers cupped against his knee and worried their way up the wet jeans clinging to his thigh. He blinked at her, his brain-jarring apart as it tried to piece together what she was asking. Or telling him. Saying that she wanted.
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Sweet God.
Fever Excerpt
“Tibbs, where did you bugger off to?”
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Mae turned to the man and tried to not gasp. Even in this drab, olive world of papers, bureaucracy, and bullets he looked like a ray of sunshine. Copper gold hair pushed up high off his forehead, eyes of a mischievous brown that put her mind of an old golden retriever a neighbor had, and a smile… His smile was so deep it excavated two dimples on both sides of his pale cheeks. In her flippant heart, Mae wanted that beam of light to focus on her, but his eyes were fully upon the sergeant.
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“Had to do a pick up,” Tibbs said, jabbing her thumb to the woman standing in the shadows.
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When his eyes swept over her, Mae was ready. She dug her fingers tighter into her rucksack to not do something foolish like thinking she could take his hand. Or babble about how handsome he was. “Well,” the mystery man somehow smiled wider, “welcome to the family.”
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He stepped even closer, meeting Mae almost eye for eye. His hand slipped off the butt of his gun for her's and she squeaked out the first words in her brain, “You’re English! I mean, your accent, it sounds…uh…” Oh, dear god. What are you doing?
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The man chuckled, “Scottish, if you want to get technical. But lived a bit everywhere, absorbed a bit of everything. Bit of an accent bastard, I suppose.” His smile didn’t dim, but the proffered hand began to lightly shake as if he wanted to pull it back.
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“I just…” Mae scratched at her head, then hissed at herself for being foolish, “I thought, this being the army that…”
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“No Brits allowed?” he shrugged his sunny shoulder and wrinkled the tip of his long nose.
Sweet lord, he should not look so adorable. He’s a marine, or soldier, or whatever. Man’s holding a gun right now!
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“He ain’t in the army,” Tibbs spoke up, turning away from whatever paperwork she was filling out. “Wardens. The clowns running this circus.”
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“If that were true why aren’t you all in your requisite red noses and floppy shoes?” he called to the sergeant before focusing on Mae. “Name’s Alistair.”
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“Mae,” she let her fingers slip into his warm ones. Grip tight, give it a hearty shake. Don’t let the soldiers boss you around. You have every right to be here. But he’s smiling so pretty and his palm feels like a warm hug. Her turncoat eyes drifted to his wrist, dooming her.
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A clip of boots rescued her from drooling on his toned forearm, both of the soldiers snapping to attention and their hands tapping to their foreheads. “Sir!” both Alistair and Tibbs shouted.
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“Sergeant,” the newest man nodded to Tibbs before turning to Alistair. He was lean, like the type of sort who can’t sit still long enough to put fat on. A hearty mustache wound across his upper lip, the black hair seeming to tickle his mouth when he talked. The face reminded her of an old librarian or professor, not at all a strict soldier commanding the troops.
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“Captain Young,” he nodded to the ray of sunshine who was gulping and patting the butt of his gun. Calculating grey eyes sized up Mae and a smile graced the man’s mustache, “I am guessing you are…”
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“Mae Jones,” she said instantly. “Doctor Mae Jones.”
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“Colonel Stewart, doctor.”
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“Wait, wait,” Alistair inserted himself into the greeting. “No chance in…Tibbs had to have screwed up. You cannot be the new doc. You’re too cute,” he said with a laugh in his voice.
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Her hackles transformed into spikes, Mae’s lips pursing into a tight line and she turned on the man. “I assure you,” Mae’s tone could flash freeze the desert they drove through, “despite my age, gender, or other aspects you question I am more than qualified to serve as doctor for this expedition.”
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“Ah, tour,” Alistair said, gulping deep. He had enough sense to know he said something wrong, but clearly no brains to understand what.
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“You know what I meant,” Mae hissed at him.
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“Right, sure, just…Hey, look, it’s the colonel!”