Blurb:
Penelope Aaron, the former Terran
president’s daughter, regrets how she got Agent Brock Mann booted from the
security force. But now that she’s an interplanetary ambassador about to embark
on her first diplomatic mission, she still doesn’t want him tagging
along. Especially since he seems to be stronger, faster, more muscled, and
sexier than she remembers. And pretending to be her husband? This mission
couldn’t get more impossible!
Ten years ago Penelope Isabella
Aaron had been a pain in Brock Mann’s you-know-what. Much has changed in a
decade: “PIA” as he code-named her, has grown up and is about to attend her
first Alliance
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“What was so urgent
it couldn’t wait until I got back from Darius 4?” Brock flung himself into the
wide sensa-chair, which conformed to the angles and lines of his body to
provide optimal support and comfort. He would have preferred an android
pleasure worker fit her realistic feminine form around him rather than a piece
of furniture—as he’d been about to experience when the Cyber Operations
director’s summons had come through. “You’re the one who insisted I take
respite time.”
“Drink?” Carter
punched a button on his console, a cabinet slid open, and he removed a
decanter. After pouring two shots of bronze liqueur, he shoved one across the
desk.
Brock’s internal
warning system flashed an alert. “What’s the bad news?”
“Why do you assume
that?”
“Whenever you break
out the Cerinian brandy, you’re either trying to butter me up or soften
the blow.” He eyed the man who’d been his friend since they’d served together
in the Terran Central Protection Office thirteen years ago. Carter’s blank
expression betrayed nothing, but the brandy sang like a yellow songbird.
The director knocked
back his shot then thumped his chest with his fist. Cerinian brandy went down
smooth until the afterburn lit your throat on fire. Or it did to one who was
unaltered. Brock swallowed his and felt only slight warmth.
“I have an assignment
for you,” Carter said, his voice hoarse from the liqueur. “The Association of
Planets Summit is on Malodonus next week. There’s been a threat against…the
Terran ambassador.” He hesitated like he expected Brock to short-circuit a
computer chip.
After five years without
a day off, Brock had been ordered to take R & R or be reassigned to desk
duty. His irritation with the edict had been relieved somewhat when he’d
arrived at the Darius 4 pleasure resort and discovered the android sex workers
were almost lifelike.
First Carter told him
to go then he recalled him. Brock wouldn’t blow any gaskets, but he was irked. Quit
jerking me around. “What government official hasn’t received a threat? It’s
part of the job. What’s so special about this case?” He shifted in the sensa-chair
so its fingers could massage his lower spine.
“According to intel, Lamis-Odg
is involved.”
Lamis-Odg had
contributed nothing significant or positive toward the advancement of society
in thousands of years yet opposed the AOP’s goal to draw the peoples of the
galaxy into an alliance. Historically, the backwater planet had been more
bluster than bite but, in recent years, had resorted to terrorism to intimidate
its adversaries.
Brock flexed his
right hand. “How certain is the threat?”
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Author bio
Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20
erotic romance titles. She writes science fiction, contemporary, and paranormal
erotic romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her
emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling
chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the
United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two
grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.
