I’m the best operator in the entire agency. The plum assignments—always mine. So when an American heiress goes missing, I’m the guy they call to get her back. Rescuing Collette Stanford is my mission. What I do to her after that is purely up to me, as long as she makes it back to the States in one piece. I’ll kill the bad guys, get the girl, and get a little taste of what the heiress has to offer. None of this is negotiable. I’m Cash Remington, and I never miss.
Cash Remington can come to my rescue any day of the week! In fact, I have a meeting come up if he could just pop in and carry me off. We could go make out somewhere, I'm totally fine with that!!
American heiress is missing and Cash Remington is on the job. He always finds his mark and gets the job done. He's read up on Collete and he wants her badly. She is perfect for his dirty mind. He manages to save her, but another agent has her eyes on the prize too. But only one can save poor, sweet Collete.
This is a novella that has plenty of twists and turns. Goes to show that even though this is a short book, it still packs a good punch with a great plot, hot sex, and a alpha male! I'm drooling over the next book in this series! Hoping that Cash finds his next mark!
“Alqaraf!” Shit, in Arabic. Arnan waves for the guards on either side to lower their weapons. “Now let her go and you walk away.”
I want to laugh. I never walk away, not until my mission is complete. Technically, my sole mission is to rescue Collette. Killing Arnan is just a bonus I decided on the moment I discovered the extent of his human trafficking endeavors. He’s dead. He just doesn’t know it yet.
“So I let her go, and I walk?” I don’t know how I keep the laughter from my voice.
“Yes. You will leave here untouched. You have my word.”
“The word of Arnan is unbreakable!” He puffs his chest out even farther and takes a step forward. Pompous prick.
I lower my voice and whisper into Collette’s ear, her lilac scent sinking into my veins like my own personal opium. “Trust me, Collette. When I say duck, you duck.”
A near imperceptible nod from her and I know we’re on the same page. “Okay, Arnan. Because you gave me your word, I’m going to let her go.”
“Yes, yes.” He rubs his hands together.
Collette folds, giving me a clear view. I double tap the Kalashnikov twins, bullets in each heart and head, and grab Collette’s wrist, yanking her backwards into the shelter of the stairwell.
Bullets rip through the air and lodge in the wall and doors. The gunfire is almost deafening, and two thuds sound from where the twins’ bodies hit the deck.
“Who are you?” Collette pants, as I flatten her to the wall beside me. Her skin is like the smoothest silk under my palm. I can’t wait to taste it.
“Cash Remington. CIA. You’re safe now.”
Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.