In Deep with the FBI Agent


InDeepWithTheFBIAgent_RGB301To Casey Cooper, Montgomery Prep isn’t just DC’s most prestigious private school—it’s her alma mater, the place where her fondest memories were made. It’s also her current employer and the target of a dangerous cyber criminal. But even more shocking than the crime is the sexy FBI agent who comes to investigate . . .

With his six-plus frame and gym-sculpted body, no one would suspect FBI special agent Sam Cooper was once an awkward teenage computer geek—no one, that is, except Casey, the gorgeous girl who captured his heart on the first day of high school and held it for the last fourteen years. When a hunt for a hacker brings Casey back into Sam’s life, his long-denied desire becomes impossible to ignore. He knows just how to make her forget the boy he was . . . and show her the man he’s become.

ISBN: 9781455591329
Release Date: January 12, 2016
Publisher: Grand Central Forever Yours
Word Length: 65,000

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She stood on one foot at a time to pull off her heels then balanced as she slid on the white ankle socks. “There’s a look for you,” she said with a grin, knowing a short, tight black skirt was not that cute with socks, but her competitive nature demanded it. She wasn’t going down without a fight, and a girl needed proper footwear.

“It’s a good look,” Sam said, with a husky bent to his tone. Casey caught the direction of his glance and noticed he was staring at her legs intently.

“Yo, eyes up here,” she called and purposely leaned forward on the high-top, knowing her cleavage would be in direct line of sight. Sam followed orders, moving his gaze from her feet toward where he meant to stop on her face, but he got distracted by the boobies.

Excellent. This game was in the bag. As long as his brain was halfway on her tatas, he’d be useless.

Only Sam wasn’t like normal men, damn him. He caught on to her game almost immediately and his eyes narrowed. He stepped closer and held out his hand.

“Help me?” he said. “Roll up the cuff once.”

She swallowed and eyed his tan, muscular forearm. It was as if he’d read her internal checklist of turn-ons, and strong forearms with a sprinkling of hair was at the top of her list. Challenge accepted. It was on. She stood and reached for his shirt cuff, making sure to brush every inch of bare skin visible along his wrist as she folded the cotton over. She maintained eye contact with him, not looking to inspect her handiwork, but watching his Adam’s apple bob.

“Next arm,” she murmured and let her fingertips run across his palm, down to his wrist to roll up the next sleeve.

“Thank you,” Sam said and turned to get his ball for his turn.

“My pleasure,” she said, emphasizing the word pleasure.

He tossed the ball with graceful form, too graceful for someone who claimed never to have played the game before. She was going to have to up her moves. After Sam stepped out of the way, it was her turn to get her red ball to toss. She made the most of retrieving the ball by waiting until Sam was a few feet behind her, and then she bent at the waist, making sure to aim her ass in his direction. From her position, she called, “Oh, my bad. I picked up the wrong color.” She stood, swiveled, got the correct ball and then bent again, smiling into her chest at his barely disguised groan.

Before she tossed her ball, she gave him a sly look. “I forgot I have the red balls, while yours are blue.” She released the ball with precision owing more to her cockiness than her athletic prowess and then sauntered back to where Sam was awaiting his turn. “Your move.”