Excerpt of In Bed With A Spy by Alyssa Alexander

"Angelstone." She said it softly, so that he was compelled
to look at her face. Calmly, to hide the churning inside
her. Desire twined with loss. Lust merged with the need to
belong. The smile she sent him was full of invitation, the
finger flicking at her bodice a deliberate temptation. "Are
you ready to dance?"

His eyes went dark. Jaw clenched. A quick indrawn breath
rippled the air.

And then she was desirable.

"Indeed?" she mused aloud. He had seemed difficult to read,
his thoughts hidden behind a wall of charm and the impassive
mask of a spy. Apparently he had lost his ability to hide
his thoughts. Desire was something she recognized plainly
enough, and it sent a wicked thrill singing through her. It
was good to feel that way again, however fleeting.

It wasn't the brandy that caused the reciprocating desire
coursing through her. She'd found him attractive before. The
brandy only stripped away her better judgment. Falling in
lust with Angelstone—a spy—would be the height
of folly.

At the moment, it seemed the most reasonable thing in the world.

"Do you know the worst part of this entire situation?" After
setting down her glass she moved slowly forward, watching
him watch her.

"I can't imagine." Tawny eyes gleamed, stalking her every move.

"I spent six years of my life making love to a man, and I barely knew him. I don't know if his love for me—his desire for me—was real or an act." She couldn't move backward in time to find out. But she could move forward. She needed to move forward. She needed to erase six years of uncertainty.

Angelstone was just the man to do it.