"Loaded with fast-paced thrilling action and steamy emotional scenes."
Reviewed by Mandy Burns
Posted March 13, 2010
Romance Erotica Sensual | Romance Contemporary
Jammer's patience for the past three years is put to the
test when he encounters sexy gun dealer Gina Callahan. In
the short time they spent together in each other's arms, he
not only lost himself in her, but he also found a part of
his soul he thought was dead forever. His focus is on
taking out Fuentes, a Colombian drug lord responsible for
murdering some of his people. He's going to make Fuentes
pay dearly for those deaths, but Gina has become a
distraction he can't afford. Then without warning, she
barrels into his life shaking his resolve all over again.
Now, due to unseen circumstances, she has the contacts he
needs to complete the deal of a lifetime. Callie Carpenter is a Watchdog operative playing a role as
Gina Callaghan, going undercover to not only bring down the
dangerous drug lord Fuentes, but to arrest the elusive gun-
running Ghost as well. Not long ago, she became intimately
involved with the Ghost's right-hand man to a point where
she is unable to stop thinking about him and the feelings
he brings out in her. She has finally been approved to go
back into the field after her accident and her boss hands
her the perfect reason to get back in touch with Jammer. In
turn, she can explore and spend time with Jammer hoping she
can keep her feelings separate from the mission. But the
more she gets to know about him, the more attached she
becomes. This next installment in the Watchdog series has fast-paced
thrilling action and steamy emotional scenes that will take
your breath away. Do not miss it!
SUMMARY
Undercover agent Callie Carpenter is closing in on her
elusive target, but she needs one man: Jammer, aka Shane
McMasters—her target's right-hand guy and (coincidentally)
an über-hottie Callie can't resist. And she
won't!
Callie's playing a dangerous game. She can be
as irresistible and ruthless as her persona
demands.
But inevitably, even the most sensual
games—involving good wine, good food and great sex—must come
to an end. Her mission, should she choose to accept it, is
an undercover seduction…with a delicious side of
danger!
ExcerptJammer slammed the door of his hotel room in Minsk, still
simmering about the lost opportunity to amass the weapons
that Fuentes needed for his deal with the Libertad. He
smelled her exotic scent and started to
turn—a little too late. Someone struck him, knocking
his feet out from under him. He hit the carpet hard, the air
whooshing out of his lungs. That same someone put a knee
into his lower back to keep him immobile."Hi, honey, I'm home." It seemed a lifetime ago since he'd heard that soft, sexy
voice. Another kind of simmering overtook him. "Gina," he said. "Don't Gina me, pal." He didn't figure Gina for the woman-scorned type, but he
could hear the anger in her voice. He had to wonder if he'd
gotten to her as much as she'd gotten to him. "You recovered. Your knee feels like a dagger in my
back." "Just be glad it isn't a real dagger. It would be a
shame to mar such an amazing specimen of muscle and bone.
You do have an amazing back…and…front, Jammer.
Everything is quite spectacular, in fact." His body pulsed, remembering how ravenous they'd been for
each other. He felt her relax a little. It was the opening
he needed, and he took it. Using his superior strength, he
pinned her to the soft carpet. Grabbing her wrists as he rolled, he straddled her thighs,
using the weight of his body to hold her down. She didn't fight him or look remotely alarmed. If anything,
she looked…excited. She also looked damn good and a balm to his eyes. She was
all black and white, from the cap of mussed black hair with
the white streak, to the black-and-white halter top and
black mini, to the white stockings and short black
stiletto-heeled boots she wore on her feet. With that combo he thought she should be gracing a stage
with her rocker-chick attitude and beautiful, sapphire-blue
eyes that showed the world how tough she could be. He levered his body over hers, tracing his hands down her
arms to her delicate wrists. She arched up into him, causing
him to swallow a groan of satisfaction as the rigid length
of him came into contact with the softest part of her. He
managed to find the strength to resist the urge—a
primal directive—to drill his hips into hers. Instead he brought his mouth within a whisper of her lips.
"This is a backstabbing business we're in, Gina, but
since I don't see a knife in your hand, you must be here for
a different reason." "I am here for something, Jammer. I have an offer for
you." Her lips parted, and she moved sinuously beneath
him, torturing them both. His response was automatic and out of control. Less than ten
minutes in her presence and his focus was already shot. He
had no business engaging in this activity with Gina. And he
didn't give a flat damn. It seemed as if the short number of
weeks they'd been apart had been years. He'd waited a long
time for a woman like her. Maybe a lifetime. Too bad it was just too late. For both of them. His distraction cost him. She bucked her hips and used the
momentum to dislodge him and flip him onto his back. This
time she weaved her fingers through his, trapping his hands
to the carpet. Their gazes locked. Fused, almost. He half expected the
windows to fog up, given how much heat they were generating. "Is that so?" he said. She pressed down against his groin, then rubbed along the
hardness with abandon. He moaned softly, his eyes closing. "What do you have to offer me?" "What? No preliminaries first? No, 'How have you been?'
and 'Gee, it's been ages since we've seen each other'?" "I'd offer you a seat and some fine wine, but I'm a bit
indisposed right now." "I'd forgotten what a charming bastard you are." She
smiled then, her eyes twinkling with the mischief he knew
all too well. But he had enough brain cells still firing to
realize that forgiveness with Gina came at a price. The
other reason he liked being close to her was that she kept
him on his toes. Even when she was keeping him on his back.
An added bonus. "Now you've hurt my feelings," he said. "I'd
hoped you hadn't forgotten a single thing about me."
They slipped into their usual banter as if no time had
passed. And their playful tête-à-tête was nothing new. Play,
however, was something they had more than a little
experience in. And playing with Gina was as intoxicating as
it was dangerous. "You, on the other hand, are a hard woman to
forget," he said. There was a slight roughness to his
tone, one he knew damn well she would pick up on. Just as he
knew she'd use every bit of leverage she had with him. He wished like hell that information bothered him a bit more
than it did. He had a shipment to complete and three years
of work riding on it; he should bring this to an end and
send her packing. Not entangle himself once again in Gina's very enticing web. There wasn't a place for her in his world right now—or
ever. "You're not happy to see me. Why is that? Could it be
because something big is in the wind?" It was as if she could read his mind—and he wasn't too
certain she couldn't; it would go a long way toward
explaining her uncanny ability to stay one step ahead of
him. He had to wonder if he had Igor's buyer on top of him
right now. The black leather mini she wore had hiked up in their
back-and-forth tussle. He could see the edge of her black
garter belt and the tops of her delicate white stockings. He disengaged his hand, slipping it between them, taking in
the way her white stockings made her legs shimmer, the way
the lacy band at the top hugged her thighs. Lifting his gaze
back to hers, he used his imagination as he traced the
garter strap with his fingers, smiled as he touched her
panties and her breath quickened. He found the ties at the
sides of her hips, and his groin tightened at the thought of
how easy it would be to tug on them and remove that flimsy
barrier between his fingers and her soft feminine flesh. "Very, very nice," he murmured, and withdrew his
hand from beneath her skirt. He raised his eyes to hers once more, wondering just what he
was putting at risk here. Gina simply wasn't aware of the
score, despite her savvy, and that could be
dangerous—to his plans and to her. But it might be
even more dangerous not to find out what her game was.
Besides, all work and no play… The moment drew out to a taut wire of tension, all of it sexual. "What is it you came here for, Gina? I tend to doubt it
was me." She pursed her perfectly sculpted lips into a pout, which
was so out of character for her it actually made him smile.
"Darling," she purred, running her thigh along his
hip, "don't sell yourself so short. I could be
here for you." Her voice was filled with the carnal
knowledge she had of him, making him twitch hard inside his
now snug trousers. He fought the urge—a constant battle—to yank her
underneath him, shred the black and white covering her, and
bury himself so deeply inside her they'd both forget, at
least in that instant, why they were really there. He had
carnal knowledge, too. And he was sure she'd be wet enough,
tight enough, everything enough to fit him perfectly.
"And I'd certainly never want anything less than
complete honesty from you." Something flashed across her eyes then, so swiftly he'd have
missed it if he hadn't been paying close attention. And,
where Gina was involved, he always paid close attention. "So noted," she said. "I'm here for two reasons.
One, I've gotten wind of your need for a lot of weapons, and
two, I simply want you." "Two tempting offers in one day," he replied. "Temptation is something we both know more than a little
about." She'd lost her mind. It was the only explanation. Two weeks or two years. It wouldn't have mattered. Nothing
had changed between them. One grin—one flash of those
white teeth—and the calculating professional who
always put missions first, self second, vanished. And her
inner sex kitten took over. What in the hell did she think
she was doing? She could lie to herself and say she was just doing what she
had to in order to get him interested in her offer. And it would be a lie. She had never been able to get Jammer out of her system. Now
here he was, still larger than life, still cocky as hell,
and pulling her into that same sexual fog she'd barely
escaped from last time. She thought she had a handle on it,
had the mission fixed firmly in her mind. She was bringing
in the Ghost dead or alive. Period. Without warning, he flipped her onto her back and the air
whooshed out of her. If the hit-and-run hadn't put her in
the hospital, she half wondered where they would be now. She
was no traitor to her country, but she might have warned him
to run when he'd had a chance. But she had to contend with
the fact that he'd protected her sister, saved her sister's
life by double-crossing Miyagi. He had taken the launchers,
but instead of turning Allie over to Miyagi, he had helped
her and Drew escape, eliminating Miyagi in the process. It
made her wonder who he was. Was he the definition of a bad
boy—or one of the good guys? Quite an intoxicating
mix. And deliciously dangerous. To her, and to her mission. She moved her hips beneath his, fighting the internal battle
of want over need, losing it handily and not particularly
caring. He made it easy to play the siren. One look from him
and she felt like some untamed elemental whose only mandate
was to melt him down to his most basic essence. It was a
wonder they both hadn't gone up in flames the last time they
tangled. Which made what she was doing right now the epitome of
foolishness. "I think I'll take you up on one of your
propositions," he murmured. Her entire body shuddered at the mere thought that he wanted
more of her. Her head knew it was business. But tell that to the rest of her. She was in dire need of an
edge. More of an edge than the knowledge his raging erection
gave her. She hooked her foot around him and rolled him to
his back. She tried to straddle him, but he wrapped his legs around
her and kept her fully pinned to him, his fingers still
entwined with hers. So much for controlling things. "On top. That doesn't surprise me. In fact, I think
that's where you like to be," he said, his grin resurfacing. Her pulse doubled. She was in so much trouble. She could
shoot the wing off a fly. But she couldn't be around Jammer
for more than five seconds without losing every ounce of
intellect she possessed. "I don't seem to recall you
complaining all that much." He laughed. "No. No, I didn't." In a maneuver that
made her gasp and then smile, he shifted his arms up over
his head, locking their fingers, drawing her face closer to
his. He abruptly rolled, and she found herself flat on her
back again, pinned down by his weight. She wished it didn't feel so damn good. There was no pretense now that each of them was trying to
restrain the other. His big hand traveled down her body, and before she could
even gasp, his fingers found those tantalizing little ties
and released her underwear in one pull. There was nothing in
the way of her slick, swollen flesh. She sucked in a startled breath. Her body grew hot, her skin
much too tight and sensitive. Her nipples tingled, and an
insistent throbbing gathered low in her belly, between her
thighs, the pressure gradually building with every second
that passed. She felt sexually charged, feverish and needy
in a way she had no power over. She could feel the heat of his body through his clothes,
could inhale how deliciously male he smelled— a heady
combination of heat and forbidden passion. His warm breath
ruffled the wisps of hair along the side of her face, and
pure, undisguised sexual energy crackled between them, a
rare and irresistible chemistry that intensified with each
moment that passed. Her body softened, liquefied, automatically readying itself
for his possession. No words were spoken—none were
needed—as she lifted a hand and curled her fingers
around the nape of his neck. She pulled his lips to hers and
kissed him deeply, avidly. His mouth was equally burning and
eager, his tongue bold and greedy, consuming her with rich,
unadulterated pleasure. She lost control as his mouth grew more demanding, his lips
fiery and moist, sliding over hers. She luxuriated in the
untamed sensation along with the freedom to do things with
and to this man that she'd never explored with another lover
before. He made her feel amazingly feminine and lavishly
seductive—as if she were made specifically for him, in
every way. And for as long as she was going to be undercover
and sticking to him like flies on honey, she was
his in every way. Breathing hard and aching for him to touch her, she
whispered his name. Hot, callused hands skimmed down her thighs. Long, seeking
fingers delved into the crease between her legs. She was
already wet, already excruciatingly aroused, drunk on
passion and the excitement of the forbidden. She cried out at his touch and his entire body jerked in
response. He slanted his mouth across hers again with a
rough growl, his tongue thrusting deep. He found her clit with his thumb and strummed across that
knot of nerves in a sleek caress. All it took was that one
electrifying touch, and she came in a fast, feverish climax
that left her panting and gasping. Before she could even get air into her lungs, he rose up off
the floor in one powerful move that made her lose her breath
all over again. It wasn't far to the bed, thank you very much. Night had fallen and as he got closer to the bed he was
silhouetted against the glow of the city lights through the
window. Her entire body hummed in anticipation. Not that she could
really fault her reaction; of course it was going to hum a
little. Okay, a lot. But she wished she could stay focused
on more important things than what Jammer could do with his
very impressive body.
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