About
the Book
Title:
Fatal
Honor
Author:
Misty
Evans
Release
Date:
April 25, 2016
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
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Book
Summary:
The
second thrilling novel in the bodyguard romantic suspense series,
Shadow Force International.
Miles
is Charlotte’s one and only weakness. He’s also her only hope…
To
stop a Romanian crime lord and clear her name, British Intelligence
officer Charlotte Carstons has no choice. She must track down former
Navy SEAL Miles Duncan and ask for his help. Miles holds the key to
completing her undercover assignment and proving she’s no
traitor…but he also holds a grudge. Getting him to forgive her may
be the most challenging mission of her life.
Charlotte
is his fantasy woman. She’s also the biggest mistake of his career…
He
was supposed to hunt her down. Instead Miles ended up at the mercy of
the sexy, mysterious MI6 agent who left him without so much as a
goodbye after their six-week love affair in the Carpathian Mountains.
Back in the States and working as an operative for Shadow Force
International, Miles has been searching for Charlotte ever since—and
so has everyone else. She’s a traitor to her country and she may be
responsible for the deaths of his SEAL teammates a year ago.
Together,
they can save the world. Or destroy each other…
When
Charlotte shows up on his doorstep asking for help, Miles knows
better than to get involved. She's determined to go back to Romania
with or without him, however, and he knows she’s walking into a
deadly trap. Can he keep her safe as they travel across continents
and explore the depth of their feelings for each other? Or will
misplaced honor and treasonous loyalties prove fatal for them both?
“You going to come out of
the bathroom on your own, darlin’,” a lightly accented Southern
voice said from the doorway, “or am I going to have to come in
there and carry y’all out?”
That voice. A tiny thrill
went through her, every cell in her body rejoicing at the sound of
that deep, husky voice.
Charlotte remembered the
first time she’d heard him speak. He’d been unconscious for days,
barely clinging to life, in and out of consciousness. Exhausted from
caring for him and keeping her location a secret, she’d fallen
asleep next to him in bed, her head lying near his. He’d touched
her face with the tips of his fingers, waking her, and said, “You
must be my guardian angel.”
He’d fallen right back to
sleep, but it had made her giddy that he’d woken up and spoken to
her. Twenty-four hours later, he was fully awake and wanting to know
what had happened.
She was no guardian angel.
Angel of death was more like it. It was her fault the scientist’s
plane had been shot down in those mountains. Her fault he’d needed
rescuing by Miles and his Navy SEAL team.
If Miles had found out she
was the cause of all of that—the trouble that killed his
teammates—no wonder he hadn’t knocked on her motel room door and
kissed her silly when she opened it.
Tucking herself closer to
the wall, she tried to see through the slit in the doorframe. Her
eyes had adjusted to the darkness but she couldn’t make out his
whereabouts.
She could feel him, though.
Every place that he had touched, every spot he had kissed in her
cabin in the mountains, was suddenly alive again. Not scarred and
bruised and broken, but tingling with anticipation.
Laying her brow against the
cold metal of the gun barrel, she closed her eyes for a second. She’d
been waiting for this moment, looking forward to a reunion with him.
Never in all those fantasies had she envisioned herself sitting on a
dirty bathroom floor, wrapped in nothing but a towel with no way out.
In her version of the
reunion, she’d planned on retrieving the video from her hidden safe
first, putting Nicolae behind bars where he could never hurt anyone
again, and then
showing up on Miles’ door with a clean slate and the tiniest hope
for the future.
Best laid plans…
Without warning, the door
banged fully open, smacking her body and nearly knocking the gun from
her hands. A shadow moved, hands grabbing her and slamming the wrist
of her gun hand into the edge of the sink. She grunted, trying to
hold onto the Beretta as she kicked out at the same time with her
right foot.
She landed a solid hit to
her attacker’s shin. He grunted and knocked her wrist against the
sink once more, the impact sending a shockwave up her arm and forcing
her to let go.
No stranger to pain, she
suppressed the cry that exploded in her throat, kicking out again
with both legs and nailing him in the knees this round. The towel
covering her backside slid on the tile floor from the effort, causing
her to go down on her back as he released his grip on her wrist.
Damn. Now he had her gun.
A large hand wrapped around
her ankle. One jerk and she was flipped over onto her belly, the
towel coming completely undone, her chin bouncing on the floor.
Ow.
The tiles chafed against her
naked skin. She fought, reaching for anything that would give her
purchase, anything that could be used as a weapon.
Her fingernails scratched
against something hard. The tiny garbage can under the sink. It was
only plastic, but it would work if…she could…reach…it…
Miles plopped down on her
butt, his heavy weight pining her to the floor. She heard him eject
the Beretta’s magazine, clear the chamber of the round. He reached
down and knocked her outstretched hand away from the direction of the
garbage can; one of his did the job of restraining both of hers above
her head.
“Don’t fight me,
Veronica,”
he said, his lips close to her ear as he held her immobile. His
breath was warm, sending a fresh wave of goose bumps over her skin.
“Or should I call you Charlotte? Or my favorite, Sarah?”
Grinding her teeth, she
ignored the pain in her wrist, the chafing of the tile against her
breasts and hips bones, the weight of him. “Get off of me, you
lughead.”
He chuckled. “That’s not
what you said the last time I was on top of you.”
Even with the cold tiles
under her, a hot flush wormed its way under her skin. The memory of
him on top of her, of his body working its magic on her, was enough
to make her stop fighting.
He’s not the enemy,
she reminded herself.
If only she could breathe.
“My first name is Charlotte. My friends call me Charlie.”
“Ah, but we’re not
friends, are we? Fuck buddies, lovers maybe. Not friends. Friends
call one another, they don’t leave in the middle of the night with
no goodbye and disappear for nine months.” He still pinned her
down, his nose brushing against her head as he spoke in her hear.
“What are you doing here?”
He’d kept track of their
time apart. Charlotte took hope in that. “Let me up and I’ll
explain.”
The light drawl evaporated.
“You must think I’m naive or incredibly stupid.”
“I don’t believe either.
Why?”
“You slipped away me from
once before, Agent Charlotte Carstons. I’m not turning you loose so
easily again. Start talking.”
So he did
know her true identity. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing
in his familiar Miles scent of citrus and warm male skin, wishing she
could tell him the one simple truth burning in her throat. I
love you.
He wouldn’t believe her
after all the lies she’d told, and saying the words out loud
wouldn’t change the fact she would have to lie to him again. Leave
him again. For his safety and for hers.
Struggling to breathe under
his weight, she shoved thoughts of confessing her love aside and
opened her eyes. “Nicolae Bourean, head of the Corsicani clan in
Romania. I’m on the run from him. The reason I left you was to save
your life. You and I survived that brutal winter in the mountains,
and it’s one of my fondest memories, but when spring came, I had to
ensure no one knew you and I had been together. It was too dangerous
for you. I made contact with Emit Petit, told him where to find you
and I left. I had work to do on my case, information I still needed
before I could close it out, and I had to go to Nico to get it.
Unbeknownst to me, he’d figured out I was MI6. He took me prisoner.
I escaped a few weeks ago, but he’s after me. He wants me back.
Badly.”
She forced herself not to
shiver at the thought of what Nico would do to her if he ever did get
hold of her again. Death would be a blessing. “You, Miles Duncan,
literally hold the key to my survival.”
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About
the Author
USA
TODAY Bestselling Author Misty
Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic
suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach,
she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of
being published – to life.
The books
in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice
Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot
Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of
Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in
2011.
Her Witches
Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read.
The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet
Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her
culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book
in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.
Misty likes
her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked
characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she
enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons,
and two spoiled puppies.
Not anything serious in life at least. I've been lucky. I've never back stabbed anyone either.
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ReplyDeleteGreat Book, Great Review, Great Giveaway.
ReplyDeleteI am generally known as a straight shooter, sometimes too much so, but as a result, I have never been accused of doublecrossing anyone and I can't think of a time anyone double crossed me. ( I finally got to post on Google But the address was just https://plus.google.com/u/0/)
Love the romantic tension in your books! Thanks for the chance at this giveaway, :) . I lead a tame life, lol, never double crossed anyone --- never have I been double crossed.
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