A Killer Instincts NovelBook - 2013
A master of disguise, Isabel Roma spends her life pretending to be other women. Normally, her emotions are reined in tight--but sexy mercenary Trevor Callaghan has a knack for getting under her skin. The elite operative's quiet strength and raw magnetism affect her in ways she's never felt before, a distraction that can quickly turn deadly in their dangerous line of work.
After putting his tragic past behind him, Trevor is ready to focus on his future--and he damn well intends for Isabel to be in it. When their entire operation is thrown into chaos, Trevor enlists Isabel's talent for deception. And as they attempt to save their team in a world where the stakes are high and the danger is grave, Trevor must convince Isabel that the woman beneath all the disguises is the one worth having....
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Trevor's hackles rose He wanted to lay into her *Noelle* for talking to her *Isabel* like that, but Noelle was suddenly reaching for her phone. Her lips curved as she glanced at the screen. "Good. Juliet's here."
Isabel looked surprised. "Already?"
"She was in the air an hour after I summoned her."
"You say jump, and your chameleons jump, huh?" Isabel sounded oddly bitter, but when Noelle gestured for her to follow, she did so without protesting.
After the two women disappeared , Trevor met D's eyes. then Ethan's , "I don't like this," he admitted.
"Me either."Ethan glanced uneasily at the French doors. "Let's hope this Juliet chick is more like Isabel and less like Noelle."
Ethan didn't get his wish- the woman who strolled outaise a few minutes later took one look at the rookie released a peal of laughter.
"Oh aren't you adorable," she cooed. "I didn't realize Morgan was recruiting them out of high school."
Ethan looked at Trevor as if asking for permission to kick some ass.
He glanced down & noticed the bullet had taken a small chunk of skin with it, leaving the area raw & bloody. "Flesh wound," he amended."And let me guess-it doesn't hurt either." Her sarcasm made him laugh, but the sound died in his throat when she dumped nearly half a bottle of rubbing alcohol directly on the wound. Without warning.
"Son-of-a-bitch," he ground out. His arm felt like it was on fire., and he bit down on his lip so hard he tasted blood in his mouth.
"Oh, did that hurt?" she asked sweetly. He glowered at her. "That was evil."
"That was aimed to teach you a lesson."
"What, that you're evil?"
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