Covert Passions
Goddess of the Hunt
by
Becky Flade
Codename Diana
CIA field agent
Paige Aster hides a cunning intelligence and lethal skill behind a mask of
golden beauty. It serves her well as she moves from one undercover assignment
to the next.
Current Mission
Retrieve a
stolen United States military defense program from a terrorist cell in Dublin,
Ireland, before they trade it to Islamic extremists in exchange for munitions.
Her only back up on this time-sensitive mission is a deeply embedded MI-6
operative.
Her Asset
Eoin
Fitzpatrick has sacrificed everyone he holds dear to bring these terrorists to
justice. He’ll sacrifice Diana, too, if she threatens to compromise his mission
or his cover. He has orders to do just that – his agency is only doing hers a
favor.
Compromised or Comprising?
Paige expects
danger, but welcomes passion—taking her pleasure where and when it’s offered.
She’s not prepared for the effect Eoin has on her. Or what happens when she
surrenders to him—Paige burns for Eoin but will he leave her burned…
Goddess of the Hunt
Covert Passions
What Readers are saying:
There's a great plot line, an interesting twist
to the story, and I think although it's not a cliffhanger you'll be left
wanting more…Kinky Book Klub
About the Author:
A
city girl, born and bred, I place my stories in and around southeast
Pennsylvania, or at least have a character or two from the area. Home is where
the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished
armor. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about
someone else’s.
Contact Details:
beckyfladeauthor@gmail.com
Enjoy
the following excerpt from Goddess of the Hunt:
“Is it done? Do you and the others in
the house bring in sex partners from time to time?” She straightened and stared
at him.
“Yes.” He hissed the answer.
“I’m travelling; you and I meet at a
pub and go to your place to hook up. It’s simple and happens all the time.
Believable, even.” She thought of Michel and her lips tilted at the corners.
Then, casting her eyes over Eoin, she deliberately arched a brow and tucked her
tongue in her cheek. “Well, for most people, anyway.”
His lips thinned and the muscles in
his cheek ticked as he worked to control the flare of temper. It delighted her.
“Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Eoin pushed himself from the chair he’d been
perched on and nearly charged for the door. “I’ll be here at seven-thirty
tomorrow morning, be ready.”
Paige grabbed his arm as he passed
her. “What are you so worked up about? If it goes wrong, you can just leave me
hanging and you know it. This costs you nothing, Paddy-boy; it’s my ass on the
line.”
He grabbed her shirt and pushed her
against the closet door. She didn’t fight it and he had his mouth on her in
seconds. His tongue delved and demanded she respond; she arched up into the
kiss. Delight, desire, and anger thrummed through her as she both succumbed and
made demands of her own. His hands molded to her hips and pinned her between
the hard planes of his body and the wall behind her. Then he abruptly pulled
away. They stood inches apart; the air crackled around them. Their gazes
locked. He opened his mouth, then shook his head and left without a word.
Tie score.
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