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"In SECRET SOLDIER, Dana Marton introduces an irresistible couple who take the reader on a fast-paced, unforgettable adventure." Romantic Times Book Club (Susan Mitchell)

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"Secret Soldier is a whirlwind of a ride! This story is SO full of action I couldn't even think about putting it down. "

The door opened and so did Spike's mouth, but no sound came out. Abigail'

She wore a pale green figure-hugging pant suit. The sight of her made his throat go dry. Her bun was down, her auburn locks swaying around her face, falling to the middle of her back.

She twirled around laughing, as excited as a teenager at a mall shopping spree.

'Wow.' His brain kicked into gear finally, and he was suddenly aware of the room for more than its strategic possibilities like where they could take cover in the event of gunfire. For the first time, he registered the silk sheets and velvet pillows, the sheer curtains that flanked not only the narrow windows high up the wall but also the antique four-poster bed with its extensive gilded carvings. The room was meant for seduction. And here in front of him was Scheherazade.

She came closer.

He offered her a nonchalant smile. 'Want to rest before dinner'? Any excuse to get her to the bed.

Her eyes, the rich brown color of the smoothest Belgian chocolate, widened. It seemed ridiculous that he'd ever thought her less than gorgeous. She had the kind of natural, wholesome beauty he had not understood enough before to appreciate. Now he wondered why he'd ever thought the artifice of makeup and a fancy hairstyle could hope to compete with that. Her gaze was filled with such longing, it seared through him.

He lowered his voice. 'What are you thinking about'?

'That I would give anything for a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs with gravy,' she said. 'Not that I don't like the local delicacies, it's just... it would be nice to have something familiar every once in a while.'

He appreciated the irony of the situation. They were alone in a bedroom straight from a dream, and all she wanted was a bowl of spaghetti. Disappointment slapped him back into rational thinking. 'I know what you mean. I'm dying for a cold beer.' Among other things.

She laughed again, and the soft sound skittered across his skin. She was set on driving him crazy. He couldn't be distracted now. He was here to do a job. He had to get her out of his blood.

'Abby'? He took another step toward her.

'Mmm'? She was looking at the fruit basket on the octagonal handpainted table by the door.

'Are you attracted to me at all'?

Her gaze snapped back to him. 'Not really,' she said without breathing.

She was lying like a rug. He could tell from the way she fidgeted.

It was simple. He had a mission and she was distracting him from it. He had no choice but to neutralize his attraction. She was like a glass of ice water dangled in front of a thirsty man. All he had to do was to take a sip and be done with it, release himself from her strange hold and move on to what he was here to do.

'You owe me a wedding kiss,' he said in his best seductive voice.

She was staring at him, alarmed. 'It was a pretend wedding.'

'A pretend kiss, then.' He moved closer and lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers. And embarrassed himself by groaning.

Her lips were soft silk. One touch was not enough. Just a little more and he could say, 'been there, done that' and walk away.

He nibbled on her lower lip playfully, holding back the urgency that rushed through his veins. When he licked the seam of her lips, she parted them in surprise. He wouldn't have been a good soldier if he didn't press forward when given an advantage.

She tasted like mint. His hands sought her, brought her closer; his fingers were lost in her lustrous hair, getting tangled just as he was getting tangled in the force of unexpected sensations. He was going too far. He had to stop.

But it was she who pulled away.

'That was pretend'? Her voice sounded weak.

He took a deep breath. 'Absolutely.' He was pretending like hell that she hadn't just rocked his world.

She searched his face. 'Gerald, I--'

'Call me Spike,' he said, and kissed her again.

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