Personal Target: An Elite Ops Novel (Elite Ops #2)
by
Kay Thomas (Goodreads Author)
AEGIS: an elite team of ex-military men working under the radar of most governments. If you have a problem no one else can handle, they can help.
A former SEAL and Black Ops specialist who left the CIA, Nick Donovan gave up a life on the edge to work in the private sector. But that didn't stop his enemies from coming after him—or his family. In a case of mistaken identity, a drug cartel kidnaps his sister-in-law's best friend … a woman from Nick's past.
One minute Jennifer Grayson is housesitting and the next she's abducted to a foreign brothel. Jennifer is planning her escape when her first "customer" arrives. Nick, the man who broke her heart years ago, has come to her rescue. Now, as they race for their lives, passion for each other reignites and old secrets resurface. Can Nick keep the woman he loves safe against an enemy with a personal vendetta?
Exclusive Excerpt Reveal for Personal Target
Here’s a sneak peak at one of the steamy bits in Personal Target: Elite Ops 2. Nick Donovan and Jennifer Grayson have
a history together, but their summer affair was over almost ten years
ago. In this scene, Jennifer has been kidnapped, and Nick has come to
take her away from the people holding her captive.
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The
woman at the vanity turned, and Nick’s breath caught in his
throat. He had known it would be
Jenny, and despite what he’d thought about
downstairs when he’d seen her on the
tablet screen, he hadn’t prepared himself
for seeing her like this. Seated at
the table with candles all around, she was
wearing a sheer robe over a gray
thong and a bustier kind of thing, or that’s
what he thought the full-length bra
was called.
He
spotted the small unicorn tat peeping out from the edge of
whatever the lingerie piece was and
his brain quit processing details as all
the blood in his head rushed south.
He’d been primed to come in and tell Jenny
exactly how they were getting out of
the house and away from these people and
now . . . this. His mouth went dry
at the sight of her. She
looked like every fantasy he’d ever
had about her rolled into one.
He continued to stare as recognition flared in her eyes.
“Oh my God,” she said. “It’s . . .”
She
clapped her mouth closed, and her eyes widened. That struck
him as odd. The relief on her face
was obvious, but instead of looking at him,
she took an audible breath and
studied the walls of the room. When she finally
did glance at him again, her eyes
had changed.
“So
you’re who they’ve sent me for my first time?” Her voice
sounded bored, not the tone he
remembered. “What do you want me to do?”
What
a question. He raised an eyebrow, but she shook her head. In
warning?
Nothing
here was as he’d anticipated. He continued staring at her,
hoping the lust would quit fogging
his brain long enough for him to figure out
what was going on.
“I’ve
been told to show you a good time.” Her voice was cold,
downright chilly. Without another
word she stood and crossed the floor,
slipping into his arms with her
breasts pressing into his chest. “It’s you.”
She murmured the words in the barest
of whispers.
Nick’s
mind froze, but his body didn’t. On autopilot his hands
automatically went to her waist as
she kissed his neck, working her way up to
his ear. This was not at all what
he’d planned.
“I
can’t believe you’re here.” She breathed the words into his
ear.
Me either, he
thought,
but kept the news to himself as he
pulled her closer. His senses flooded with
all that smooth skin pressing
against him. His body tightened, and his right
hand moved to cup her ass. Her
cheek’s bare skin was silky soft, like he
remembered. God, he’d missed her.
She melted into him as his body switched into
overdrive.
“What
do you want?” She spoke louder. The artic tone was back. He
was confused and knew he was just
too stupid with wanting her to figure out
what the hell was going on. There
was no way the woman could mistake the effect
she was having.
She
moved her lips closer to his ear and nipped his earlobe before
she spoke in a hushed tone. “Cameras
are everywhere. I’m not sure about
microphones.”
And
just like that, cold reality slapped him in the face. He
should have been expecting it, but
he’d been so focused on getting her out and
making sure she was all right. She
might be glad to see him because he was
there to save her, but throwing her
body at him was an act.
Jesus.
He had to get
them both out of here without
tipping his hand to the cameras and those
watching what he was doing. He was
crazy not to have considered it once he saw
those tablets downstairs, but it had
never occurred to him that he would have
to play this encounter through as if
he was really a client.
He
slipped her arms from around his neck and moved to the table to
pour himself some wine, willing his
hands not to shake. “I want you,” he said,
clearly and loudly enough for any
microphone in the room to pick up.
She
smiled, but her expression wasn’t warm. “Do you now?” Her
frigid tone was so at odds with the
woman he’d known years ago.
He
knew what he had to do. Monique and company were expecting them
to have wild sex. If they’d been
truly alone, it wouldn’t have been a hardship.
And regardless of the circumstances,
that’s exactly what he was going to have
to pretend to do. He had to make
love to Jenny knowing others were watching, at
least until that distraction of
Bryan’s came through.
There
wouldn’t be any sneaking out of the room or the house before
then. Guards were most likely
gathered around security monitors at this very
moment, drinking beer and taking
bets as to how long Nick would last before he
came. They were expecting to see
some action.
“What
do you think I want?” His voice was pitched low but loud
enough for the mics as he took a sip
of the wine. “Didn’t they tell you what to expect?”
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