Series: Alpha Ops #6
Published by Forever Yours
Publication Date: May 3rd 2016
Genres: Romantic Suspense
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Disclaimer: I voluntarily reviewed a copy of this book. All opinions stated are solely mine.
He is a trained professional—but nothing can prepare him for the hottest mission of his life. Assigned to protect his boss’s daughter, British former SAS operative Malone Garrett breaks the first rule of covert surveillance—don’t make contact. And especially don’t take your mark out to dinner, then agree to a rooftop quickie. But now that Mal has Abby in his arms, he has no intention of ever letting her go.
Abby Baston told herself it was a hit and quit, a one-nighter with a hot, handsome stranger whose hands were trained to take action. Working undercover for the CIA, she can’t risk anything more. But when an international crisis ignites, Abby must make a call: trust Mal with her secret—and her heart—and partner up, or lose everything in a split second . . .
What happens when an ex-SAS officer and a CIA agent join forces to prevent the start of World War III? Fireworks, of course and lots of action, danger and intrigue.
Malone Garrett has seen a lot of action in his lifetime, but his current assignment is certainly not one of those. In fact, it’s the single most boring assignment of his life because his charge leads the dullest life going from her apartment to the orphanage she works at on the Ukraine-Russia border and back, with only the occasional shopping trip or a run to break the monotony of her day. Until one day she doesn’t and he finds himself drawn into a web of international intrigue and will need to work with her to prevent a war that could pit Russia against the rest of the world.
Abby Baston enjoys her work at the Ukrainian orphanage, even though it’s a cover for her real job as a CIA officer. Her anger at the guy who rocked her world and turned out to be her father’s employee sent to watch over her takes a backseat when her surveillance exposes a game of sleight of hand by the Russians with potentially far-reaching consequences. With little to no back-up, Abby blackmails Malone into helping her avert an international incident, but with the poor weather conditions and their inability to reach the outside world, their chances of success look bleak.
Malone and Abby strike sparks off each other when they first meet and even the animosity between them when she discovers his real identity does little to minimize the attraction between them. Abby is a little hard to like initially, but she gradually grew on me. She was resourceful, passionate and determined to see her mission through. Malone on the other hand was something of a wise-ass in an amusing way, poking at Abby as a way of expressing his feelings for her. He’s always been detached, but with Abby he can’t seem to maintain that detachment and he’s finally met the one woman who’ll bring him to his knees.
As usual, Ms. Curtis captivates with how she weaves romance, espionage and intrigue into a high-octane ride, with characters that keep you entertained and wraps it up with a dose of sweetness at the end. RISK OF EXPOSURE was an engrossing read, perfect for anyone who loves the rush that comes from a fast-paced read.
He reached for her.
“You can stop right there.” Her voice startled him. He dropped his arm to the covers.
“I was just going to shake you awake. You’ve been snoring like a bear,” he said, swinging his legs out of bed.
She ignored his insult, such as it was. “You were supposed to wake me when it stopped snowing,” she said, also climbing out of bed and seemingly not caring a whit that she was totally naked.
He sat still, taking in the sight. Her nipples puckering in the frigid air, her tight muscles moving in glorious efficiency toward the bathroom. “It was your watch. Technically you should have woken me.”
“Don’t you forget it, love.” He stood and got dressed, having dug out his Under Armour thermals from the kit bag he’d brought.
She poked her head around the bathroom door. “What? Don’t forget what?”
“That I’m an ass. You’ve blackmailed me into helping you, and someone as well trained as you knows that isn’t a recipe for success.” He finished tying his laces.
She shrugged. “I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t. I have a healthy regard for self-preservation and even I don’t know what I’ll do if you get in the way of that. So you’re much better off not trusting me for anything. Just a friendly PSA.” He knew he sounded like a dick, but he just couldn’t help himself.
“I’m not worried. If you piss me off, or if you’re in the way of my self-preservation”—she punctuated with air quotes—“or my mission, I won’t hesitate to shoot you.” She disappeared again.
“There’s one problem with that, love. I’ve got your gun.”
She didn’t reply, but he heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being charged. “Fair enough,” he said, trying not to smile at her resourcefulness. “What else have you got in there?”
“Hairspray,” she said.
“Awesome.” She was such a smart-arse. His sister would love her. He made a mental note that no matter what, they would never, ever meet. Ever.
She came out of the bathroom as if she’d come through a Tomb Raider portal. She wore a white snowsuit that matched his, a white knife strapped to her thigh, a white holster holding a white handgun under her shoulder, and a white shotgun on a white strap over her back.
“I’m sorry. The CIA gave you all that gear but couldn’t give you a sat phone that worked? What the fuck?” Jesus. This was why he was in the private sector now. One too many times he’d been put in a sketchy situation without the right equipment. That didn’t happen anymore.
She shrugged. “I guess they thought snow was more likely than the need to use an emergency phone?” She frowned, though, as if she was only just now considering that herself.