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WHEN SEDUCING A SPY

The A B C's of Seducing A Spy:
Acquire a connection
Beg an introduction
Charm and Disarm
Engage the senses
Flirt for all you are worth

WHEN SEDUCING A SPY

Heath Bartlett doesn't want to believe that his childhood friend had any part in the dastardly crime he's investigating--but the bewitching, intoxicating beauty is certainly hiding something. And he will do whatever necessary to uncover the truth.

The ton sees her merely as the castoff of a disreputable rake. In truth, Lady Tessa Golding is protecting her own secret, so she dares not surrender to Heath's intimate temptations - despite that when Heath comes within arm's reach of Tessa, passions flare. Though the danger to the Crown is too great, and the threat to their vulnerable hearts even greater . . . when a passion this heated is unleashed, sometimes even the strongest must submit.

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"Hush!" Tess froze. Female voices could be heard nearing the chamber. The countess and her companion, Miss Gammon! "We've got to move, now!"

Heath's fists curled. "I'm not going anywhere until I—"

"Don't say another word!" Her eyes scanned the room searching for an escape.

The voices drew closer.

"I should have that Lady Mares tossed out on her bottom for ruining my new gown!" The countess's tone was incensed.

"Calm yourself, we'll go to the dressing room and I'll help you change." It was Miss Gammon's voice, rock steady.

Grabbing Heath's chin and pulling his face down to hers, Tess met his gaze. "If you have any care for me whatsoever, pray keep quiet and follow my lead!"

His brow furrowed as the realization dawned that there might be more to this than he'd considered. At last there was some sense in his thick head!

Hooking her arm through Heath's, Tess dragged him in the direction opposite the entry door, deeper into the chamber.

His cocoa-brown eyes flashed with anger and enquiry, but blessedly he held his tongue.

They moved into a room bursting with colorful gowns, lace, petticoats and shoes. The heavy scent of eau de carnation perfume filled the air. The dressing room to which the countess was headed! Tess's grip on Heath's arm tightened. Could this fix get any worse?

Tess spied another door, veiled behind the armoire. She threw it open and shoved Heath inside, falling in on top of him and closing the door just as a voice called from within the dressing room, "Which would you prefer—the white or the green?"

"The one I'm wearing!" the countess cried, entering the chamber. "This is all your fault, telling me to butter up that buffoon Mares and his bitch of a wife!"

Tess held her breath, her heart was racing. She was a puddle of fear on the floor of a dark tiny closet. A stream of light came in from around the casing, and the door was thin enough to hear Miss Gammon command, "Lower your voice."

"There's no one here, not even the stupid maid! Why are you always so suspicious? It doesn't become you."

Tess relaxed, barely releasing a tiny breath. They had no idea that she and Heath were here.

Heath.

Tess suddenly realized that she sat flanked by Heath's muscular legs with her buttocks pressing deeply into the juncture between his thighs! She was glad for the darkness and for the fact that she was facing the door as her face had to be as red as a tomato!

She swallowed, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

If she'd had any doubt that he was sensitive to her shocking position, she only had to feel the evidence of his awareness pressing like a tipstaff into her lower back!

Her shoulders pressed against his hard, broad chest, his arms encasing her in a cocoon. She was overly warm, burning up from the intimate contact, achingly aware of every inch of his virile form. With his every heavy breath skating across her ear, she felt the desire rising up in her like a torrent. Her own breath felt locked in her throat as she tried to suppress her passion.

But she was overwhelmed.

She closed her eyes, suddenly unable to concentrate on the words being spoken outside the thin door. In the darkness, there was only Heath's body pressing enticingly against hers, the air heady with the earthy scent of him. Every hair on her body rose up with excruciating awareness of his maleness and his heat, igniting a desire in her she hadn't felt in years. It was a mind-scrambling honing of the senses that left her pulsing with need.

Oh, God. She didn't know whether to be mortified or delighted that he was aroused, too. Or perhaps it was an involuntary reaction on his part? It was simply the situation, being pressed so close in a small space…

His hand slowly crept to encircle her waist, hugging her possessively. Her eyes flew open as her heart skipped a beat, and then thundered to a gallop.

Could he…?

Listening to his heavy breathing, and feeling the heat he emanated, she knew that he desired her. Perhaps as much as she wanted him!

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