Deceptive Illusions — Laura James

Our stoic mercenary saw through Sarah's ruse and her taunts were like an aphrodisiac, until the rhythm of their dalliance turned foreboding. Her scent still clung to his body as he watched her walk away, yet Hugh remained intrigued. The solitary life of a spy had not prepared Sarah for the magic of Hugh's touch and still heady from their tryst, she was greedy for more. Trembling as he placed gentle kisses along the nape of her neck, Sarah fled to protect her heart.