Dangerous Liaisons: Stealing Secrets

by Honey Jans

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  CONTENTS

  WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT

  Other Books by Author Available at Whiskey Creek Press:

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  About the Author

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  DANGEROUS LIAISONS BOOK 3:

  STEALING SECRETS

  by

  Honey Jans

  WHISKEY CREEK PRESS

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  WHISKEY CREEK PRESS

  Whiskey Creek Press

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  Copyright ©

  2009 by Honey Jans

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  Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  ISBN 978-1-60313-169-8

  Credits

  Cover Artist: Vinessa Riley

  Editor: Sue Vetter

  Printed in the United States of America

  WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT

  DANGEROUS LIAISONS BOOK 1:

  BOUND TO SERVE

  "In Dangerous Liaisons: Bound to Serve, author Honey Jans takes the reader on a journey of erotic discovery and danger in equal measure. Bridget is a goal oriented, determined woman with no plan to ever submit to a man. And yet even as she remains stubbornly independent, she is forced to admit she craves the hot loving only Condor can give. Condor is determined to remain free of emotional entanglements, and yet while he does his best to ‘train’ Bridget, as he administers her punishments her tenacious spirit draws him in ways he has never experienced. He is in turn forced to admit that it is in the beauty of her submission that she gains control over him, even as her sassy ways bring out the Dom in him. The intensity of their passion, combined with the high stakes game they are playing with murderers make this story by Honey Jans a thrilling read."

  Fallen Angel Reviews

  Five Angels

  "Honey Jans writes a great, intriguing story considering the subject matter of B/D. There is action, humor and, sex—lots of sex. The sex scenes are graphic, but very erotic. Dangerous Liaisons: Book One—Bound to Serve relates how, even when two very independent people meet and show their fierce autonomy toward each other, love will always interfere. It is an unwritten law, which can never be broken, no matter how hard they both try. I am assuming Book One refers to a possible series. If so, I am very much looking forward to its sequel."

  TwoLips Reviews

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  Other Books by Author Available at Whiskey Creek Press:

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  The Gift

  Penelope Hart is a lonely librarian—Victor Deveroux, the Dom who's in love with her. Drawn into a world of heady sensuality, Penny learns that submissiveness can be deliciously powerful.

  April Love

  April Brooks is a twenty-eight-year-old virgin. Fresh from a break up with her cheating ex-fiancé, she bumps into Will Shepard, the man of her teenage erotic dreams. Deciding he's the perfect candidate to deflower her, she promptly asks him if he'd like to take her to bed.

  The Commander's Club

  Courtney Fox is a journalist on a mission—to save her protégé at The Commander's Club, a white slave ring. Ty Dragon is an FBI agent working undercover as a slave trainer. While setting up the Club's implosion, he teaches feisty Courtney the power of submission, and she shows him that the perfect submissive mate might be right under his nose.

  A Wolf's Tale

  Gina Sinclair is trying to look after her grandma's best interests. Mitchell Wolf is a creature with only a few weeks to live unless he finds the key to his survival hidden at Xanadu, the Sinclair's Mansion. Find out if Little Red can turn the tables and tame that Wolf.

  Monica's Manhunt

  Monica Landers aches for someone to see past her provocative profession and savor her sexy wares. Matt Shepard is overworked, sexually frustrated, and bummed that he has to escort Modest Monica on a duty date. When they meet at Spice, Monica literally falls into his arms and Matt decides his date is heaven in three inch heels.

  Cindy Revisited

  What is a girl to do with an obscene secret admirer, a heard of prolific pygmy goats, and the man of her sexual fantasies back in town, and hotter than ever? Find out by reading, Cindy Revisited.

  Bound To Serve

  Bridget Jones is an agent for Delta Star. When the director hands her pet case over to Condor, she makes a deal to infiltrate a sex club posing as his submissive. Condor knows the feisty redhead will be trouble. He puts her through a crash course on submission. Immersed in the sex club's sensual setting, passion and duty clash as they track their quarry.

  Enemy Mine

  Rafe Martinez, on a mission to infiltrate a backwoods survivalist group, is forced to rescue Cyn Cooper when she blunders into the camp. A rookie agent, she knows she's close to death, as leering men encircle her. Diablo finds himself falling for the woman he'd only claimed to save. Still, he can't chance letting her see his true colors. Besides, he can tell that she's keeping secrets. Through clouds of suspicion, a mercenary bonding ritual, and enforced intimacy, Cyn surrenders to her need for Diablo even as she looks for clues to turn over to the agency.

  Once In Love With Laura

  Laura Cartwright finds herself stranded in Paris without a cent to her name. Approached with a chance to take a temporary position as a courtesan, she's more than tempted. Desperate and angry with men in general, she sees this as a way to come out on top. Nick Renault a self-made millionaire visits the slave auction out of curiosity and finds himself intrigued by a blue-eyed blond. He buys her services for six months. By the time Laura arrives at his chateau, she realizes she may be in over her head. Will she be able to handle being a courtesan? Will Nick teach her all his favorite tricks and still be able to let her go?

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  Dedication

  I dedicate this book to my husband, Glenn.


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  Chapter 1

  Melanie Cordova, CIA computer geek, grumbled as she pushed the maid's cart down the dingy hallway in Columbia. The most she'd seen of her new tropical local was a nondescript hotel room. Jeb was using it, in this off shoot of the Sumerian Embassy, as their base of operations. Downstairs, a fancy dress ball was in progress, but she, dressed in a skimpy pink uniform two sizes too small, was schlepping a mop bucket down the hall.

  Sometimes life wasn't fair, but she of all people ought to know that. Raised by her mom, after her father died, it wasn't until the agency hired her that she'd learned the truth. Her handsome, loving father had ties to organized crime. Even more shocking, her great Uncle Harry Leone was actually a reputed mob boss, Harry the Horse. She was seven-years-old the last time she'd seen Harry. He'd pulled a poker chip out of his pocket, one of his favorite tricks, and slipped it into her pocket, telling her it was her favor chip. After her father died, she and her mom moved across the country, and she forgot about Harry.

  When her family history almost failed to get her clearance with the agency, it came as a shock. It wasn't an auspicious way to begin her career, and it kept her from anything but a subordinate position, until now. Actually, she was surprised the agency hired her, but she figured her straight arrow record had won them over. Breaking the law was abhorrent to her. Still, she'd taken pains to keep her past from her coworkers, learning quickly when she'd admitted it to an old boyfriend and he promptly dumped her. Apparently, the field agent she had her brief fling with considered it career suicide to keep seeing her. She didn't care ... who wanted to date a man in black anyway?

  Jeb Mason recruited her out of the computer lab two weeks ago, exciting her with promises of adventurous, even exotic, fieldwork. It'd seemed to come at a fortuitous time, as the case she'd been building against the San Sebastian Mines had gone south. When she'd voiced her suspicions that the formerly inactive mine, now supposedly producing emeralds, was actually a smuggling operation, she'd been shot down severely. When Jeb came along, dangling an opportunity before her she'd never thought she'd get, she jumped.

  So far, the only action she had was fending off her new boss's clumsy advances. She tugged at the uniform's buttons, strained to the limit over her too generous breasts, wishing she were flat-chested. Damn, he'd done this to humiliate her. It was another in a long list of passive-aggressive moves Jeb pulled since she'd bested him on the rifle range, then kicked him in the groin when he'd tried to make up for it by trying to kiss her.

  The mean-eyed creep practically drooled when he'd seen her in the skimpy maid's uniform earlier this evening, and she'd wasted no time squashing any lusty ideas he might be harboring. She might have to work under him, but she wouldn't sleep with him. She had much higher standards, even though men weren't exactly beating down her door. As a thirty-two-year-old, slightly plump wallflower, she wasn't holding out for a hero. The truth be told, her vibrator was her only sexual outlet these days and she was happy with it, wasn't she? She ignored the little voice in her head that screamed ... hell no! Coming into this steamy jungle setting had to be warping her brain, she thought with wry self-humor. One thing for sure, it was turning her formerly resting hormones up high. Damn, how she wished she could meet somebody, even if only for a hot one-night-stand, but that wasn't in the cards for her.

  She gave her mop bucket a shove and winced when water splashed on her ugly maid's shoes. Right, it just went to show her that she needed to keep her mind on business. She was going to make her first, and probably only, field assignment a success. Then she would hightail it back to the computer lab where she belonged, with the rest of the nerds. But first, she had some clandestine files to find and decrypt.

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  Delta Star Agent, Ace Riser silently assembled his sniper rifle in the dark, as he listened to the footsteps out in the hallway. Whoever was out there wasn't bothering to use stealth, which made him cautious. The collar of his tailored tuxedo was turned up to block out even a hint of white, but it could be turned down if he had to blend in. He raised his weapon and caught his breath, waiting. Another dirty, but necessary job to do ... so why did this one feel different?

  Maybe too many years in the field had finally burned him out, like Miles Vance had said. Suddenly he was getting tired of the deadly game he played so well. One thing was sure, after this mission, he was taking a well-deserved vacation. A few weeks holed up at the Texas ranch he loved so much would help him refocus. After that, it would take something a hell of a lot more tempting than this crap to make him jump to Bran Frost's bidding again.

  He watched the doorknob turn and let out a slow breath, deliberately slowing his pulse, his finger on the trigger as he waited. Take aim and shoot, piece of cake. He never missed, especially when his foolish targets wandered into the kill zone. When a statuesque blond beauty in an undersized maid's uniform stole into the room, he froze in surprise, taking his finger off the trigger. Well hell, he'd encountered female assassins before, but not like her. He knew in a heart-stirring instant she was no pro, as he watched her fumble with the door. Moonlight bathed her curvaceous silhouette in an angelic glow, giving him a prime view of her sexy tits and ass as she looked guiltily about the room.

  He grinned in spite of himself. She reminded him of a kid about to raid the cookie jar. He ought to take her over his knee in retribution. His mind wandered as his cock got involved, throbbing in response as he watched her bite her lip. Plump and fully curved, she reminded him of an old-time pin-up—not classically beautiful, but arresting just the same. If she wasn't the assassin he was assigned to take out, then who the hell was she?

  In that instant, she spun to look at him, her eyes widening in shock. He looked into her lavender eyes and hit her with a knock out dart as she opened her full sexy lips to scream. The dart hit her on the left shoulder, right above one truly impressive Dolly Partonesque breast. She let out a breathy little whimper as she fell. He caught her before she hit the ground, pulling her sweet weight against his hardening body. Dazzled and confused as the mingled scents of strawberries and sweet woman tantalized his senses, he bit out a curse. His gut tightened and his stupid cock twitched as he looked down at his prisoner. Well, hell, what a cluster fuck. One thing was clear; one of them had been set up to take a fall, but which one, and why? Until he knew the truth, he couldn't let her go.

  He'd have to take her out the same way he'd come in, because no matter what, he had to find out why she was stealing secrets. After securing his weapon, he tossed his sexy captive over his shoulder and carried her out to the balcony. Jasmine growing outside the window toyed with his senses, but not as much as the woman he carried. Masculine laughter, a spattering of Spanish and the smell of cigarettes told him the embassy's rent-a-cops were making their hourly patrol. He eased back into the shadows, watching them pass by undisturbed. Only when they were out of sight did he shinny down the vines, his sweet-smelling burden over his shoulder, going out the way he'd come. It was a little tricky with the distraction of the pin-up's ample tits pressing into his back, but he did it. His cock pulsed hungrily every step of the way, making him scowl as he told himself to knock it off.

  Gritting his teeth, he silently made his way across the grounds with his burden over his shoulder. He laid her down gently in the back of his panel van, stopping to look at her under a streetlight as his lusty cock stirred again. She was soft and even prettier close-up, with long dark eyelashes that looked like angel's wings against her flushed cheeks, an impudent little nose, soft pink lips slightly parted in sleep, and long, gold blond hair that didn't come from a bottle. Innocent, he decided, wondering how she'd gotten involved in this mess. She let out a little snore and he grinned, even though he knew they were both in deep trouble. Delta frowned on kidnapping civilians, but he frowned even harder on killing innocents. It was time to get out of Dodge and come up with Plan B, whatever the hell that was.

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  Chapter 2


  Melanie winced, her head throbbing, as the rasp of her zipper going down jolted her back to consciousness. The fact she was being stripped gradually registered in her foggy mind, but she couldn't seem to work up any panic over it. Her limbs felt weighted down, like they'd fallen asleep, and her body and mind were equally numb. She could barely stir; much less lift her heavy eyelids. Good heavens, she'd been drugged. The realization hit with the force of a tidal wave, making her pulse race. She hated drugs; she didn't even like taking aspirin.

  Fighting panic, she deliberately slowed her jumbled thoughts, trying to think, focus on what she could figure out. She'd sensed trouble at the embassy, turned to see a sexy silver-eyed ghost, and now she was lying on a lumpy bed, freezing her ass off. A cool breeze washed over her, making her teeth chatter as it blew over her nearly naked skin. She sucked in a shocked breath; even in her out of body state, she could feel a blush heat her body as she heard a soft male curse beside her. He had fast reactions, she had to give him that, but she was a black belt.

  "Fuck, you're awake."

  "No shit,” she muttered, lashing out with leaden arms, which nevertheless managed to hit a hard target, making her cry out in pain, and earning a muffled growl from the ghost. A heartbeat later, he covered her, his hot hard frame crushing her into the mattress, making the air whoosh out of her lungs. For a ghost, he was damned heavy, she thought bemused, as her world seemed to go into slow motion. Pinned under his very male body, the bulge of his hard cock pressing against her oversexed mound, she let out a little gasp as her stupid body tingled with arousal. You wanted a secret lover. But this isn't it, she scolded herself, but her hungry sex starved body wasn't listening. His body heat transferred to her along with his sexy masculine scent, sandalwood and hot man, she'd smelled it back at the embassy. The last thing she remembered was the silver-eyed ghost.