Spies, Suspicion, Steam...
Are they secret agents in love, or enemies with benefits?
Twists and turns, but who to trust? Mysterious happenings, a famous place. Two bantering spy strangers smitten with wit must unravel the whodunit before the clock runs down. But whose side are they really on?
Klutzy Galaxy is a ruthless agent with dangerous secrets, a killer shoe addiction, and an arsenal her rivals soon regret. Genuine likable Lee is a chivalrous surveillance specialist with mad skills and skeletons of his own. It's not long before they're smitten---and stepping on last nerves! But should they kiss or wring each other's neck?
The clandestine couple's knack of rendezvousing in ridiculous places leads to clues and comedic calamities. When they uncover a crazy pop culture scandal they're forbidden to follow, of course it only ups the game!
But the closer they get to cracking the case, the more twists and turns become steamed with secrets and suspicion as the spies soon find it hard to trust themselves, each other, and their most likely suspect yet.
Do they really have each other's back or will one of them plunge it with a dagger?
A steamy spy romance mystery-comedy. Love scenes are flirty and playful, but not explicit.
Excerpt:
In the darkness, agent Lee Clancy awoke to shrill, metallic vibrations rattling his surroundings. Machine guns! No, he was enveloped in a quiet, heavy mustiness. How long had he been knocked out? He remembered a jarring jolt, then falling, crashing.
Moments ago, he thought he heard faded fragments emitting from his cellphone, but what did they mean? And where was the darn thing? Patting around the enclosure, he brought up his phone. No, a high heel? Recalling he wasn't alone, he smiled as sensual details filled his head. Reaching over, he nudged his colleague.
“Galaxy, we got a bite on the bug. Are you alright?”
When she didn’t respond, he gently shook her then thought better of it. Worry gnawed his conscience. It was his fault they were in this mess. If he hadn’t insisted on tagging along or better yet if he hadn’t been bent on finding secret passages…
Locating his cell tucked in a corner, he clicked on the flashlight and checked Gal for a concussion. For a second, he was dazzled by the green specks in her eyes and wondered what it was about his feisty partner he found so irresistible. Of course, brunettes were his type and he found her attractive, but he admired her strength and confidence too. Still, there was something about her he couldn't quite place. Maybe trust, or her spunky spirit, maybe even the burgundy streaks in her hair.
Stirred by the brightness, Galaxy blinked.
“Thank God,” Lee breathed. “Gal, are you okay?”
She tried to focus but everything was fuzzy. “Where—where are we…Viktor?” She attempted to stand, then noticed she was caged in, only heightening her fear.
Clancy patted her arm for reassurance. “No, it’s Lee. We’re in the underground, stuck in the walls, remember?”
But he couldn't help wondering...who the hell was Viktor?
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