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224 pages, Paperback
First published May 3, 2016
2.5 It-was-just-okay stars.
Malone Garrett has been given the most boring assignment – surveilling and protecting his boss’s daughter, the most boring woman ever. All she does is go for a run in the morning, go to work at the orphanage and come home. But then he catches a glimpse of her doing something not boring at all, and maybe if he broke the rules and made contact with her, he can find out who the real Abby is. What he didn’t count on was that dinner would go so well, and that she would instigate a rooftop quickie. And suddenly nothing is as it seemed.
Abby Baston is working undercover for the CIA at an orphanage, and after six months she craves contact with another, even if it’s just someone to talk to. Then she meets Malone stranded by his car on her way home, and she can’t help thinking that this sexy stranger was just what she needed for a hot one night stand. But then when danger comes calling, can she trust Malone with her true identity, and to help her avert an international crisis. And what will happen when she finds out why he’s really there?
Unfortunately the romance in this book just didn’t work for me. Perhaps because it wasn’t a full length novel the hate/lust interaction between Abby and Malone just felt overdone for me. Their banter of insults that was used as verbal foreplay didn’t make me believe in their eventual HEA.
Playboy's eyebrows rose. "Sir?"Seriously. Great. Freaking. Banter.
Fuck it. "Sure. Okay." He turned to Playboy. "Firstly, don't call me 'sir'. I was never an officer. You can use my call sign, 'Merchant'. Secondly-"
"Merchant is your call sign?" Abby asked with a grin.
"Really? You have Playboy and freaking Havoc here and you're questioning my call sign?"
"Ma'am," Havoc said. "I suspect his full sign is 'Merchant of Death'. Am I right, sir?"
"You don't know him like I do. It's probably Merchant of Venice," Abby said.
"Don't make me hurt you," Mal replied, trying hard not to laugh.
"As if you could. We both know, for sure, that I can take you," she said, hands on her hips.
"Unless you lose your weapon to me, that is."
"Um, guys? I don't want to interrupt whatever this is, but--No, in fact, I do want to interrupt. Athens." Playboy looked pointedly at Mal.