of his life. Accused of using the Hostile Operations Team to assassinate a
foreign official, he’s gone from being a respected military black-ops commander
to a fugitive in the space of an hour. On the run, hunted, and stripped of his
honor, Mendez has nowhere to go—and few people he can trust.
woman Mendez once loved. Twenty-one years ago, Valentina vanished from his
life. Kat claims to be her twin—but Kat’s lying. Ordered by her superiors in
Russian Intelligence to abandon the man she loved—or watch him die—Kat had no
choice but to obey.
and Kat won’t stand by as a traitor plans his death—even if it means risking
her heart and her life to save him. She can never reveal her true identity—or
the secrets she keeps locked away. Secrets he would hate her for. Working with
him is strictly business, and she won’t let emotions get in the way. But the
attraction between them is smoking hot—and it’s not long before they’re burning
up the sheets.
Mendez thought he knew was a lie. He’ll have to pull it together though before
a deadly foe succeeds in taking away all he loves. By the time he realizes Kat
might be most important of all? It could be too late to save her…
ammunition. She was currently checking her weapons. She looked up at him, one
delicate eyebrow arching. Her beauty was a grenade to his brain. A lightning
rod to his cock. He wanted to fuck her and it pissed him off. He’d been with
her less than eight hours and he wanted to strip her naked and make her scream
off with Sam. He wasn’t the kind of man who could walk into a bar and pick up a
woman for a night of casual sex. At his rank, and with his job, it wasn’t wise.
Foreign governments sent spies for just such occasions. Seduce the commanders,
get information. Happened all the time, even though it seemed like a plot out
of a bad spy movie. He’d seen it more than once. Idiots who should know better
had their heads turned by free pussy—and lost their careers over it.
sexual drought took its toll and he was so sick to death of his hand he
couldn’t even work up the enthusiasm to jerk himself off.
waking fantasy. He’d been about to undress her and see if she tasted as hot as
she looked. See if she had a fucking scar on her left thigh. He still wasn’t
convinced that she didn’t.
he’d go fucking ballistic if she had that scar. If she was Valentina instead of
an identical twin. He couldn’t even imagine what kind of person she’d have to
be to lie for twenty-one years. To let him think she was dead and buried.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lynn Raye Harris burst onto the scene when she won a writing contest held by Harlequin. A former finalist for the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award and the National Readers Choice Award, Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome former military husband and two crazy cats. Lynn writes about hot military heroes, sizzling international billionaires, and the women who dare to tame them. Her books have been called “exceptional and emotional,” “intense,” and “sizzling.” To date, Lynn’s books have sold over 2 million copies worldwide.