He’d found his true love and she’d died in his arms. Was it any wonder he kind of hoped he could horrifically murder whoever was on the other side of his door? It was all he had left. He set the phone aside. He wasn’t going to answer it tonight.
He pulled his SIG, clicking the safety off. He looked at the monitor he kept by the door. It was fed by the camera he kept on his entryway. Female. Even in a dark hoodie and jeans, he could see her curves. She held her hands out, showing him she wasn’t carrying, but her head was down. He kept his gun ready because he wasn’t about to just trust that she wasn’t armed.
He opened the door because, yeah, he was curious. Someone had managed to get around his copious security system. Had she been sent by Eli Nelson? Was this the mysterious Kristen? Who the fuck else could it be? He had CCTV cameras and motion detectors and every other kind of security, and not a single alarm had gone off, just that one little bell, signaling someone was at his front door.
He stared at the figure in his doorway. Her head came up and he actually felt his heart start to pound. Five foot eight with killer curves. Red hair that reached past her shoulders. It had been black before, but the red looked good on her. And those eyes. God, he knew those eyes. He’d looked into them a hundred times and a hundred times, they had kicked him straight in the gut.
Master, I love you. I wish nothing more than to please my most precious Master.
She’d made him believe, with her shining eyes and her snarky wit and those curves that went on for days. She’d been so smart, so deadly, so damn good at her job. He’d known she was trouble from the minute he’d met her, but he hadn’t been able to turn away.
She’d brought him to his knees because he’d died the day that she did.
His heart dropped to his toes.
“Hi,” she said in a breathy voice.
“You’re Kristen.” Everything fell into place. Now he knew why she hadn’t wanted him in Florida. She’d been the one to cause all the chaos. And he understood how she’d gotten past his security. No one was sneakier. “Hello, Charlotte.”
Ian forced his legs to stay strong. After all, it wasn’t every day his dead wife came back to life.
Ian Taggart and the whole McKay-Taggart Security team will return in Love and Let Die.
A Tragic Love Story Charlotte Dennis’s mission was clear: distract and misdirect CIA operative Ian Taggart by any means necessary. If she failed, she would never see her sister again. With her training, it should have been simple, but after one night in Ian’s arms, she knew that saving her sister would mean losing the man of her dreams.
Ian was tracking a terrorist when he met the beautiful American daughter of a Russian mobster. His instincts told him Charlotte was trouble, but his body craved her like a drug and his heart would not be denied. She took his ring and his collar. For once he was truly happy. But as he closed in on his target, her betrayal cost him his mission while her sacrifice saved his life. As she died in his arms, Ian vowed he would never love again.
A Dangerous Reunion For six years, Charlotte has thought of nothing but returning to her husband, her Master. Working in the shadows, she has devoted herself to earning a chance to reclaim her place in Ian’s life. But forgiveness isn’t a part of Ian’s vocabulary.
Nothing is more important to Ian Taggart than his new mission. But the information he needs is firmly in the hands of the woman who betrayed him. To catch his most dangerous prey, Ian will have to let Charlotte back into his life. As the hunt takes them to some of the world’s most exotic locations, the danger grows and their passion reignites.
Will Ian forgive his wayward submissive…or lose her again?
About Lexi Blake:
Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary western ménage as Sophie Oak.