The Spy Who Wants Me! - Excerpt

The Spy Who Wants MeRereleased this Tuesday - October 4th
3rd book in The Goddard Project seriesReissue from Trade PaperbackMass Market PaperbackKensington Brava - October 2011ISBN-10: 075822916XISBN-13: 978-0758229168

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She turned and leaned back into the car to grab her briefcase, giving the staring man a view of her toned backside in the tailored slacks. Being a good agent meant using all assets at her disposal to do her job. If that included flustering a man by exposing a little thigh, then she did it. If it meant bending over to offer a glimpse of a body she used as a tool for her job, she did it.
And her instincts told her that she wanted this particular man as off-kilter as she could get him.
She locked the car and headed toward him, noticing that he had not moved from his spot in front of the building. So, he knew who she was too and he was waiting for her.
As personal greeters went, she'd take him.
His expression neutral, he put his hand out when she was within reaching distance. "Ms. Gray? I'm Beau Ruston."
Her hand was engulfed in the warmth and strength of his. For a split second she saw something in his Hershey brown eyes and tension filled square jaw that found a corresponding response right in her core.
Desire. Hot. Urgent. Primal.
And wholly unexpected.
Oh, she was used to being admired. Even wanted. But that flash of sexual heat went beyond the surface physical reaction of a man and a woman meeting for the first time. And the fact that it mirrored her own response was as close to frightening as facing down the wrong end of her own favorite Ruger P95 semi-automatic.
He blinked and just like that, the brief blaze of desire was banked. She didn't doubt it had been there, anymore than she could deny the involuntary tightening of her inner thigh muscles or the way her nipples were still peaked behind her designer suit jacket.
Grateful for the thickness and opacity of the fabric, she pulled her hand from his. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Ruston."
"Beau, please." The subtle twang in his voice reminded her of his origins.
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