"Shattering windows, whizzing bullets and sizzling sex for two near-ex spies."
Reviewed by Kay Quintin
Posted June 10, 2012
Romance Contemporary
Drew Fields, a spy for CIA returns to his estranged
wife, Staci, under the pretense of reuniting. In fact he is
using her as a
cover for his mission. The target is Staci's step-father,
Sam, who is selling vital satellite secrets to RIOT. Staci's request for a divorce followed their previous trip
in Ciudad where she was badly beaten and forced to reveal
Drew's whereabouts and resulted in his partner Jack's
death. It seemed smarter for her to deny her love for Drew
as her guilt overwhelmed her and she feared being the
weakness that would cause his death. Drew agreed, also
believing he was keeping Staci safer this way. That is,
until he arrived at the home and whisked her away after a
sniper's bullets shatter the window and whiz by her head.
Of course, the mind blowing sex with her estranged spouse
can't be
denied especially in the midst of the danger she's in. Drew's cover as marketing director for a
microbrewery, is only the beginning of their united
front. The escape of being run over by an old octogenarian
assassin and his scooter at the grocery store and threat of
her throat being slit, soon becomes evidence Staci rather
than Drew is the
target, albeit for unknown reasons. DIAMONDS ARE TRULY FOREVER is a fast paced and exciting
thriller. Jam
packed with funny dialogue and hot sex, Staci and Drew couldn't
be more different and yet so alike. Secrets, dead bodies
and pure good luck follow Staci wherever she goes. The
characters are funny, loveable and extremely clever with
all their anecdotes. There's never a dull moment
throughout DIAMONDS ARE TRULY FOREVER. DIAMONDS ARE TRULY FOREVER is one book you definitely will
NOT lose interest in; instead you will be unable to put the down. Excellent and innovative read!
SUMMARY
SHE CANNOT TELL A LIE Staci Fields loves her gorgeous husband—and that’s the
honest truth. Unfortunately, her inability to lie is a major
liability for the wife of a CIA agent. During a previous
mission, her loose lips nearly got her husband killed. So
now Staci’s filing for divorce to keep him out of danger—no
matter how much her lips still crave his kiss… Drew Fields knows that his wife doesn’t want to play the spy
game anymore. But when he learns that Staci may be a pawn in
her stepfather’s secret dealings with terrorists, he has no
choice but to step back into her life. This time, the stakes
are higher than ever. The closer he gets to Staci, the
deadlier the odds. And the more he loves his ex, the more he
has to lose…
ExcerptChapter 1
Redmond, Washington
Drew Fields pulled to the curb and parked in front of his
former home. He hated the bland, midsized sedan the Agency
insisted he drive as part of his mind-numbingly dull,
assigned cover life. A marketing director for a
microbrewery? Really? At least there'd be free beer. He
hoped.
That was the Central Intelligence Agency for you. The
government sanitized everything. Even his official
title--National Clandestine Services core collector. He was
a spy, a secret agent. What kid wanted to grow up to be a
core collector? Sounded more like nuclear reactor work.
Which, come to think of it, pretty nearly described his
mission to reconcile with his estranged wife and stop her
stepfather from selling vital satellite secrets to the
Revolutionary International Organization of Terrorists,
RIOT. If Staci ever found out what he was up to, there would
be fallout. Plenty of it.
He shut off the ignition. Next time he was going to
insist on an Aston Martin DB5. A sexy car made up for a lot
of crap.
He took a deep breath. How was he going to convince Staci
to take him back? Especially after he'd agreed to the
divorce without a fight. And why now?
They had an anniversary coming up a week from Friday.
Maybe he could play off that? Claim to be sentimental?
He was something of a phenom when it came to lying, a
natural talent. His inborn gift had gotten him out of more
than a few scrapes when he was a kid, and even more as an
adult. But there were limits to even his ability.
Drew had tried to convince his boss, NCS Chief and head
spook Emmett Nelson, to send another agent on this mission
to bring down Staci's stepdad, Sam Deeds, aka the Fisherman.
Drew had no desire to infiltrate Staci's life. But Emmett
did what he did best--used emotional blackmail.
RIOT was notorious for taking out family members of their
business associates on a whim. It kept everyone in line and
on task.
With Staci's stepfather involved in nefarious, traitorous
business dealings with RIOT, Staci and her mother were in
danger. With a little ingenuity, Drew would be perfectly
placed to guard Staci day and night, keep an eye on her
mother, and spy on Sam, all without arousing anyone's
suspicions. It had to be him.
Stalling, and hoping to be clobbered by a stunning blow
of inspiration, Drew studied the two-story house he still
owned half of, looking for security lapses. Staci kept the
bushes in front of the windows well trimmed and away from
the house, and the sidewalk, driveway, and front entry clear
of any hiding places.
She'd resisted her natural botanical urge to plant
flowers and trees over every square inch of property and
columns of junipers on each side of the door. Open spaces
made for less stealth and more safety.
Before their marriage went sour, he'd picked this gated
neighborhood for Staci because of its low crime rate and
excellent security measures. A spy's family was never
one-hundred percent safe.
The Redmond Chief of Police lived here, a senator made
her home away from the nation's capital here. At least two
state legislators and several high-profile entrepreneurs
lived in the pricier part of the development.
Drew hated what he was about to do to Staci. The sooner
he completed this mission and found an assignment overseas,
disappearing deep undercover, the better for both of them.
In the meantime, his Farsi was getting rusty.
He never should have married Staci in the first place.
What had possessed him to think a girl who couldn't lie to
save her life would make a good wife for a spy like him? She
had a tell as obvious as Alaska. The woman couldn't even
keep from giving herself away when she played Clue.
Ironically, that's what he'd loved about her�she
was the one person he could believe, the one honest thing in
his life. A little slice of black and white shining through
an otherwise gray gloom. When she told him she loved him, he
knew she did. When she said she wanted a divorce, she
shattered his world.
And now here he was, at her insistence, stopping by the
old homestead to pick up a box of odds and ends from their
former life. A box Emmett had planted to give him an excuse
to see her.
Drew glanced at his watch. Ten thirty. Right on time. He
got out of the car, wondering exactly how he was going to
convince Staci to give him another chance. He still hadn't
figured out exactly where he'd gone wrong in the first
place. Other than being a secret agent and lying to her
about it to get her to marry him.
He couldn't believe he was undercover as himself, dressed
in Staci's favorite shirt, wearing his good guy,
boy-next-door persona on his sleeve. He'd rather be in
Hawaii, working undercover as a tour guide as he had last
year.
He'd just recently returned from a minor follow-up
assignment in Maui and hoped Staci didn't notice his tan.
But how could she miss it?
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