[Kizzie Baldwin Erotic Thriller 04] • On the Rocks

He trained her. He seduced her. He betrayed her.

And now he wants her back.

When secret agent Kizzie Baldwin walked away from her criminal Dom to go back to her handler, she had no idea she’d be running headfirst into her past. Her former partner Lennox Tate is back in her life and he’s hellbent on staying there.

With her attraction to Lennox reignited, and her connection to Xander stretched thin, Kizzie must work side-by side with the man who abandoned her to ferret out a mole operating deep inside the CIA. But Kizzie isn’t the only one battling her past. Lennox’s mistakes have caught up with him; mistakes that put Kizzie in the line of fire.

Will Kizzie hold tight to an uncertain future with Xander?

Or will a familiar past with Lennox put her life as a submissive on the rocks?

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EXCERPT:

In her periphery, a figure stood one store over. White male. Tall. Breathing a little heavier than would be considered normal.

Kizzie angled her head and her own breathing nearly stopped.

Mr. Mirrored Sunglasses.

The hairs on the nape of her neck stood tall, and a wave of adrenaline honed her senses. Every thud of her heart was a symphony, and she forced down quiet, deep breaths to stave off her body’s natural inclination to panic.

Whatever this guy wanted, it couldn’t be good. And nothing was less good than dead.

But it wouldn’t be with a gun. Too loud, too many witnesses. So any attack would be short, quick, and discreet. Small needle filled with dimethylmercury? Maybe a little polonium-210 on her skin and clothes? Both easy enough to administer. Both really slow, really painful ways to go.

Don’t let him touch you.

He started toward her, and her breathing kicked up.

Forgetting discretion, she reached for the gun at her low back, pivoting to track him as he strolled by.

But he didn’t make a move.

Didn’t seem to notice her at all.

Nope, he just kept on walking down the street. A couple of storefronts away, he tipped his head back to read the overhang, and then disappeared into a shop.

Kizzie’s gaze darted from person to person. And still, not a soul was interesting in her in the slightest.

Jesus, she was paranoid today. Did she even have a shadow?

Enough of this. Time to get to the meet.

Tightening the straps of her rucksack melded the bag to her back. She headed east once more to hail a cab to get over to the northwest side of town.

Still laughing at her delusions, Kizzie shook her head and glanced over her shoulder.

Four storefronts away, the guy with the mirrored shades stared right at her.

And then, he started to run.