Black Jack
Elite Ops Book 4
The Secret Service can’t control him. The British government can’t silence him. But renegade agent Travis Caine is one loose cannon you don’t want to mess with, so his commanders cut him a break—and cut him loose. His new HQ is America’s top intelligence force, Elite Ops. His new code name is “Black Jack.” And his new assignment is to die for.
She’s smart, sexy, scintillating—and one of Elite Ops’ savviest agents. Lillian Belle’s code name is “Night Hawk,” and Travis certainly wouldn’t mind flying a few midnight maneuvers with her. But when their mission turns into a red-hot game of danger, deceit, and double-crossed signals, Travis begins to wonder: Can he trust her? Can he resist her?
Prologue
It was an anniversary of sorts. The anniversary of her death.
Lilly Belle, code-named Night Hawk, maneuvered the streamlined Ninja into the dimly lit parking lot of the bar where she had been ordered to meet her contact, and fought not to reflect on life and death. There lay a whole pit of problems best not poked at. There lay madness and she preferred not to invite more madness into her life.
It wasn’t as though her former life had been perfect, she told herself. There had been problems and dangers there. But it had held all she had known of safety and love. She had known the rules; she had understood the intricacies of living within them.
She had her mother, her brother, a niece and nephew, and once she had had a father who had loved her, who had protected her.
Once, there had been more to life than survival.
Parking, she lifted the customized, electronically enhanced helmet from her head and secured it to the chest rest of the bike before dismounting. She stared at the building, heard the laughter and music drifting from inside.
This was a hell of a place to celebrate such a momentous occasion as dying. Even more problematic was the man she was meeting.
Her weakness.
She smiled at the thought as she fluffed her dark hair around her face, attempting to restore a bit of body to it before entering the bar. She’d even used makeup tonight. Something she rarely did for a mission this simple.
The last meeting with this man had culminated in a kiss though. A kiss that had fried every synapse in her mind and tingled her nerve endings clear to the soles of her feet. It was a kiss that had fueled her fantasies and her imagination ever since.
The memory of that kiss was guaranteed to shred her self-control when she met with him once more. She knew it. She looked forward to it. And hoped that tonight would be the night.
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