USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade
What is sexier than a billionaire English-accented spy?
Put him in a tuxedo and make him a lord.
An MI-5 agent shattering the “forbidden” in love.
Homeland Security’s breaking hearts and taking names.
Reckless and ruthless, the lord and the spy are uncovering more than just secrets…
THE LORD
Espionage, secrets, and all the other crap my team wants me tight-lipped about. And that’s fine. I’m used to life undercover. As an MI5 agent, I take on a lot. It’s who I am, and what I do. But the fiery new weapon for US Homeland Security is more dangerous than anything I’ve touched—or tasted—before. With her curves and sass, she’s dangerous and powerful. Let’s be honest, she’s never faced off against me though. I’ve got tricks to make anyone cave.
THE SPY
Poisonous, deadly, and perilous, I know how they see me—and why they fear me. With terrorist attacks piling up, there are enemies to take down, and I’m going to make them defenseless. But my number one target right now is a sexy and strong MI5 agent. If I shatter his heart, so be it. If I shatter mine, oh well. It takes more than just a lady to weaken that LORD.
NOTE:
While each book in the Royal Agents of MI6 series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order. Previously released as Wilder.
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 Unfortunately for her, the UK lower courts approval of the extradition gets rescinded before she can take custody.MI5’s Agent Sutton “Wilder” Whittaker is in charge of the case, and he finds himself very attracted to Wren from the moment they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.
This is a favorite scene.
He led me up the same winding staircase and into one of the rooms with a lit fireplace that I’d noticed earlier. Once inside, he pulled the pocket door closed behind us.
“Mighty cozy,” I drawled.
Wilder motioned to the table and held my chair. The formal place setting in front of me was as eclectic as everything else I’d laid eyes on since walking into the Five Hertford. There was no doubt it was the finest mismatched silver I’d ever seen.
“Dinner will be served shortly,” Wilder said, joining me 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.” I watched as he poured, twisting the bottle effortlessly so as not to spill a drop as he lifted it away from my glass.
“Are all of the dining rooms this private?”
“Not at all. In fact, most of the other rooms are quite a bit larger.”
He placed his napkin on his lap, leaned forward, and rested his elbows on the edge of the table.
“Please say whatever is on your mind,” I said, trying to shake off my discomfort over my earlier frankness.
“I have a proposition for you.”
In an act that would’ve been pure drama, I considered tossing my napkin on the table and walking out, but something told me that my 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 me time to protest.
“Very well,” he murmured when I 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 tests?”
“The trip to the US.”
Before I could ask what he meant, there was a rap at the door. Wilder waited for me 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 me.
“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,” I answered when both Wilder and the waiter looked at me.
“Shall I close the door on my way out, sir?” he asked.
“Please,” Wilder answered. “Where were we?”
“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.” Wilder stood, not appearing surprised by the intrusion.
When the door closed behind him, I pulled out my cell phone only to find that I had no signal. It wasn’t surprising, given the exclusivity of the club; however, it left me annoyed at my inability to at least check my email.
Heather Slade. The Lord and the Spy (Kindle Locations 322-368). The Royal Agents of MI6 Book Two.
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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Heather Slade
My books are filled with things that bring me joy: music, wine, skiing, families, artists, and cowboys. Not always in that order.
I’m an Amazon best-selling author, and a PAN member of Romance Writers of America. I speak, teach, blog, am an executive sommelier, and all-around entrepreneur.
I grew up an east coast girl, and then spent half my life on the west coast. Now my husband, our two boys, and I happily call Colorado home.
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