C.J. Miller - Traitorous Attraction

FROM STEAMY JUNGLES TO OPULENT PALACES, IT’S NONSTOP ACTION, DANGER AND PASSION FOR TWO SEXY AGENTS

To find a “dead” agent, intelligence analyst Kate Squire needs the man’s brother—retired Sphere operative Connor West. His skills as a trained assassin are essential for her mission…but her immediate, raw attraction for the man himself is not.

For a loner like Connor, trekking into the jungle with a secretive killer blonde at his side is not textbook. Caught between armed insurgents and hungry predators, he fears Kate may be his deadliest threat…until their very agency turns on them. Stranded, outmanned and outgunned, Connor has nowhere else to turn. Trusting the gorgeous spy may be the only way to get them out alive….

“I felt someone watching me before.”

Connor’s gaze swerved to her, his eyes intense and focused. It was difficult not to reach out and touch him, to complete that connection that burned hot.

“Did you see anyone?” His hand covered hers, no doubt to get her attention, but the gesture turned primal. She laced their fingers as she shook her head.

Connor didn’t drag his hand away. He brought his free hand to the back of her neck and pulled her close. “What are you doing?” Darkness danced in his eyes, and she sensed a danger that lay in wait in him.

“What do you mean? I’m holding your hand…and waiting for you to kiss me. I want you. I want to know what it’s like to kiss a man like you.”

He traced his finger over her lip. “You are a complicated woman, and I haven’t begun to figure you out.”

Her mind swam with thoughts, but her body ached for more. “You have all night.”

His eyes blazed. “You’re playing with a fire you can’t control.”

She pressed against him. “Don’t underestimate me.”

Dear Reader,

Connor West made a brief appearance in Shielding the Suspect as Brady Truman’s landlord. A former spy who could be called paranoid if it weren’t for the fact that “they” really are after him, he is an intriguing character and I immediately knew he would have his own story. Connor has met his match in Kate, a talented intelligence analyst who works best behind a computer. Connor prefers the outdoors, but when his brother goes missing, finding him will require both of their skills and all their cunning.

When I was growing up, my father and my brothers spent a lot of time outdoors: camping, hiking and exploring. I was never much for dirt and bugs, but I always loved their stories. I don’t know how many were fictionalized, but here’s an outdoor adventure of my own.

Happy reading!

C.J. Miller

Traitorous Attraction

C.J. Miller

www.millsandboon.co.uk

C.J. MILLER

loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted through her website, www.cj-miller.com. She lives in Maryland with her husband, son and daughter. C.J. believes in first loves, second chances and happily ever after.

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In memory of my dad: adventurer, scholar and mentor. Not a day goes by. <3

Contents

Part I: America Part I: America

Chapter 1

Part II: Tumara, South America

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Part III: The Jungle

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Part IV: The City

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue

Extract

Part I: America

Chapter 1

Connor West had an eight-second warning before the knockout blonde with a too-serious expression showed up in front of his house. His perimeter security alarm beeped and her newer-model luxury sedan displayed on his smartphone screen. A camera situated along the driveway scanned her car’s tags and ran a DMV lookup. Another camera snapped a picture of her face and ran it through facial-recognition software.

Nothing popped up immediately on his computer, which checked his watch list first: federal and local law enforcement, known special operatives, and convicted and released felons. The woman in his driveway must be lost. Connor lived in the woods, far away from civilization, and it was how he liked it. He didn’t often get surprise visitors, and when he did, their arrival was either a mistake or delivered a problem.

Connor hoped she’d take one look at his cabin, spin her car around and hightail it off his property. He gave it an 80 percent likelihood she wouldn’t stop to ask for directions. Didn’t most people have GPS on their cars and their mobile phones? Why would she turn onto his private road? Had to be a mistake.

To his surprise, she climbed out of her car, one long, shapely leg followed by the other. She was wearing a pair of bright green shorts and a white tank top. In her hand, she grasped a small piece of paper. She looked between it and his cabin and back to the paper.

Yes, she was definitely lost.

He mentally urged her to get back in her car and not look back. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her. Connor hadn’t seen another human being in a week and he was happy to have it that way.

To his annoyance, she walked up the stairs to his front door. Guess she wasn’t a woman who was easily put off. Connor hadn’t gone so far as to put no-trespassing signs everywhere. He didn’t think he needed them. The location spoke for itself.

The curvy blonde knocked on his door. He could either slip out of the back or pretend not to be home. She would get back in her car and he’d never see her again. He could return his attention to the book he was reading and forget this interruption to his day.

At her second knock, his curiosity overtook his annoyance. What if she needed help? If she didn’t turn and run at the sight of him, telling her she was at the wrong location and sending her down the road would take five seconds. Not difficult. She was a beautiful woman and Connor rarely had the opportunity to speak to a woman who looked like her. It would be his one social interaction for the month.

If her looks didn’t cinch it, her worried expression and terse mannerisms drew him to his feet. Leaving a woman lost and concerned didn’t sit right with him.

Connor opened the front door, expecting a startled reaction. A few months of forgoing shaves and haircuts in combination with his worn jeans and battered, holey T-shirt made for a distressingly poor appearance. She got courage points for not immediately fleeing at the sight of him.

The woman smiled. “Connor? Connor West?”

He instinctually reached for the gun tucked in the holster at his side and unsnapped the strap, letting his hand linger on the handle. Pretty face, short shorts and a tight shirt wouldn’t distract him. He was too smart to be taken out by a female assassin. He was a survivor and this woman wouldn’t get the best of him. Perhaps this visit would be more exciting than he’d first believed. “Hands where I can see them. I want your name and why you’re here. You get ten seconds and then I start shooting.”

Her hands went into the air, and unless she was a great actress, the shaking of her arms and trembling of her lips gave away her fright. She was missing the hard edge and the precise and skilled movements of a Sphere assassin. Perhaps not an assassin, then. “My name is Kate Squire. I have information about Aiden. He was a...friend of mine.”