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by Anna Doll Rachel scooted up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Her heart raced. She had a pretty good idea what Jack and Tom were discussing, and she wished she could be the fly on the wall. On second thought, that probably wasn’t a good idea. Tom was her superior, and fulfilled every…
by Anna Steffl Jack rolled to his back. The black hole of a silencer pointed at his face. Where was his gun? Damn. Two feet away. He glanced down the corridor Rachel had taken. She was peeling her shoulder from a door she’d just wedged open. Get out of here, he tried to mentally warn…
by Tammy Schubert So far so good. The tension in Tom’s body eased. The introduction phase was just about over and Rachel had been spectacular. It confirmed every instinct he had that she would make an ideal undercover agent. Now, if he could convince her to take their relationship to the next level, life would…
by Linsey Lanier What the hell are you doing, Jack? Rachel had to bite her lip to keep the words from flying out of her mouth. Everything had been going according to plan. She was to find Watson, lure him into a conversation if she could, tell him about her two Venezuelan housemaids and her…
by Tamara DeStefano “Join me for a dance, Mrs. Willoughby?” Rachel looked up at Frank Watson and smiled demurely though her skin crawled at the prospect of waltzing with the man. Accepting his offered hand, she turned on her newly acquired Memphis accent and answered, “I would love to, Mr. Watson, but please, call me…
