Drive me wilder…
MI-5 Agent Sutton “Wilder” Whittaker is in high demand. The international section of Her Majesty’s Secret Service is ready to employ the fearless and selfless agent. Before Wilder can consider the position, he must close a case that hits a little too close to home.
Finley “Wren” Harlow is the United States’ Department of Homeland Security’s secret weapon. Tenacious, intelligent, and beautiful, she’s the perfect combination of deadly poison. Now, it’s up to her to convince the UK to extradite the man who masterminded several attempted terrorist attacks on US soil. But when she encounters Wilder, the man in the charge of the case, Wren is shocked at how stubborn, inflexible, and utterly irresistible he is. He’s a man to be reckoned with—and she plans to do the reckoning.
With their undeniable attraction growing, one thing is certain: one of them must cave. Can two unflinching agents find common ground to save their countries and secure their hearts?
While each book in the Military Intelligence Section 6 Series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.
Finley “Wren” Harlow has arrived to extradite Michael Caird to the US. She has the paperwork she just has to get past the rest of the red-tape. Unfortunately for her, the UK lower courts approval of the extradition gets rescinded before she can take custody.
MI5’s Agent Sutton “Wilder” Whittaker is in charge of the case, and he finds himself very attracted to Wren from the moment they meet. What he has to do is get her to participate in a little subterfuge so she’ll stay on the case in England.
This of course is against what her boss at DHS wants. It’s also her boss who is known to Wilder, and not for a good reason.
He led her up the same winding staircase and into one of the rooms with a lit fireplace that she’d noticed earlier. Once inside, he pulled the pocket door closed behind them.
“Mighty cozy,” she drawled.
Wilder motioned to the table and held her chair as she sat down. The formal place setting in front of her was as eclectic as everything else Wren had laid eyes on since walking into the Five Hertford. There was no doubt it was the finest mismatched silver she’d ever seen.
“Dinner will be served shortly,” Wilder said, joining her at the table after making a brief call on the old-fashioned-looking phone sitting on a small side table next to the two chairs that faced the fireplace.
“May I?” he motioned to an open bottle of wine.
“Please.” Wren watched as he poured, twisting the bottle effortlessly so as not to spill a drop as he lifted it away from her glass.
“Are all the dining rooms this private?” she asked.
“Not at all. In fact, most of the other rooms are quite a bit larger.”
He placed his napkin on his lap when she did, leaned forward, and rested his elbows on the edge of the table.
“Please say whatever is on your mind,” Wren told him, trying to shake off her discomfort over her earlier frankness.
“I have a proposition for you.”
In an act that would’ve been pure drama, Wren considered tossing her napkin back on the table and walking out, but something told her that her attempt at humor might fall flat.
“I didn’t phrase that very well. I didn’t mean it the way you’re probably thinking.”
“You have the floor Agent Whittaker. Speak your piece.”
Wilder sat back in his chair. “I know that I suggested we leave our siblings behind while we enjoyed dinner, but I must admit, mine brought something to my attention earlier that I find myself anxious to give him credit for.”
“And what was that?”
“He said, in essence, we both want the same thing.”
He waited as though he was giving her time to protest.
“Very well,” he murmured when she didn’t say anything. “You want to extradite Caird to the US in order to question him about whom he was working with. The UK seeks the same information.”
“And your brother’s suggestion?”
“We work together.”
“I assume he’s suggesting that it be done in the UK.”
“You are aware that Matthew is mentally ill.”
“Our government would conduct their own tests to determine the validity of his illness.”
“He wouldn’t survive it.”
“The trip to the US.”
Before Wren could ask what he meant, she heard a rap at the door. Wilder waited for her to nod before he stood and slid it open.
Something that smelled absolutely divine was wheeled in on a cart and dramatically placed in front of her. “Lobster bisque,” the server announced as he removed the silver dome.
“I can assure you there is none better anywhere in the world,” Wilder said as the server placed the same in front of him.
“Is there anything else I can bring at this time, sir?” the man asked.
“Nothing for me, thank you,” Wren answered when both Wilder and the waiter looked at her.
“Shall I close the door on my way out, sir?” he asked.
“Please,” Wilder answered. “Where were we?” he asked, motioning for her to go ahead and eat.
“Caird’s extradition and our unwillingness to take no for an answer.”
Wilder smiled. “There’s no point in continuing that conversation. SIS will never agree to it.”
“My assignment is strictly to extradite a man who is wanted for crimes committed in the United States. The treaty is quite clear—”
Wilder held up his hand. “I am aware of the extradition treaty.”
“You are also aware that your own courts have determined that you must release him to my custody.”
Wilder sighed. “What they determined is that there is cause for extradition. Not that he should be released.”
“Same difference.” He smiled. “Are you enjoying the bisque?”
“Not half as much as the conversation.”
That made him laugh out loud. “I’m disappointed that you don’t appear as eager to collaborate as I am.”
“You’re only interested in collaboration because you know that soon the suspect will be out of your jurisdiction.”
There was another rap on the door, and before Wilder could summon the person in, the door opened and someone other than the previous server came in.
“I’m terribly sorry to disturb,” the man said. “But there is an urgent call for you, sir.”
“Excuse me,” said Wilder, not appearing surprised by the intrusion.
When the door closed behind him, Wren pulled out her cell phone only to find that she had no signal. It wasn’t surprising, given the exclusivity of the club; however, it left her annoyed at her inability to at least check her email.
Heather Slade. Wilder (Kindle Locations 303-346). Book Two in the Military Intelligence Section 6 Series.
This book had me gasping in surprise more than once as the complex tale unfolds. There are many twists, even as these two try unsuccessfully to avoid a relationship.
Plenty of heat, many surprises and suspense. I can’t wait for the next book in this series!
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