A man with a deadly past, a woman with a bright future, and the danger closing in on them, eager to destroy them both.
Veronica Forand takes readers on a heart-stopping ride through the world of espionage. If you loved Killing Game by Toni Anderson or Minutes to Kill by Melinda Leigh, you’ll find yourself absorbed and utterly thrilled by TRUE DECEPTIONS.
By: Veronica Forand
After his partner was murdered, Simon Dunn was finished with MI6. But the cold, violent world of British intelligence never lets anyone go free. Now Simon has been blackmailed into a new job...with a beautiful new partner who's going to get them both killed.
Robotics expert Cassie Watson is a newbie field agent with as much sophistication as...well, a pacifist, vegan computer nerd. Now she's abruptly thrust into the cutthroat world of espionage with a partner who is as cold as he is brutally—and brutishly—handsome.
But when their mission is betrayed from the inside, Cassie will be forced to place her life in the hands of the one man who's anything but trustworthy...
Other Romantic Suspense by Veronica Forand
A Difficult First Date
By Veronica Forand
Going on a first date is stressful enough, but when you’re a vegan MI6 operative going out with your hot new boss on your first field assignment, refusing dinner suggestions is forbidden. Cassie can’t stick to her morals and keep her cover, but Simon pushes her as far to the edge of her boundaries as possible.
The maître d’ returned with a bottle of red wine, uncorked it, and poured them each a glass. Simon didn’t touch his, so Cassie left hers sitting in front of her as well and smiled at the waiter who had arrived to take their order.
“We’ll each have a garden salad, then the venison.” Simon squeezed her hand and smiled.
Cassie forgot to smile in return. He squeezed a little harder until she acknowledged him.
“Sounds good.” Venison? Bambi? Darn him. Why couldn’t we start with scallops?
He nodded to the waiter, who hustled away.
Trying to pose as an attentive lover, Cassie leaned toward him to whisper in his ear. “I can’t eat deer meat.”
“Yes, you can,” he whispered back before biting her earlobe.
The moan leaving her mouth was not part of the act. If he continued to seduce her with his teeth, he’d have her on the floor, begging for him, before the salad arrived. She backed away and sighed.
Lifting her wineglass, Simon sniffed it, and then handed
it to her. An odd gesture, but endearing anyway. “Drink.” He picked up his glass and toasted to a successful mission. He savored his wine, but never let his eyes leave hers. She took a sip. The wine ran over her tongue, allowing the flavor to emerge slowly. Simon gave her an imperceptible nod. She
must have passed one of his tests. Headquarters had provided so little background on her
new identity that she was unsure what to say to fill in the gaps in conversation. “This is a so romantic. Remind me again where we met?”
“At a party in Miami,” he replied.
“I love Miami.” She did love Miami and had spent a few months there for General Atomics.
“That’s right, you know everything about me. What’s my favorite ice cream flavor?”
“You don’t eat ice cream...but you do allow me to coat you in it and lick it off.” His voice deepened as though he could taste it, taste her.
In response, her stomach fluttered, making her want to skip dinner and go straight to dessert. She bit her lip to keep her feelings at bay. She could fall hard for this controlling, hard-edged hulk of a man, despite knowing every seductive word and action toward her was business as usual for him.
A Bostonian by birth, Veronica Forand regrettably lost her Boston accent while moving from state to state and country to country. Cleveland probably had the most profound effect on her ability to pronounce the “r” in the word “park.”
She does try to return now and then to visit family and eat long neck clams and lobster. Summers on Cape Cod are also high on the priority list.
Her experience in crime involves time as a court appointed attorney. Eventually, she switched fields to where bigger crimes take place, corporate tax. The allure of spending mornings in her pajamas homeschooling her children and writing fascinating fiction caused her to change careers again. Now that the kids are out of the house (in school), she writes romantic thrillers by day and is the perfect wife and mother at night.
Her experience in romance is limited to one man. Luckily, he’s still finding ways to charm her by taking her on vacations to the south of France, Fiji, and the Green Mountains when time is short. Avid travelers, they love to roam with their kids across continents in pursuit of skiing, scuba diving, and the perfect piece of chocolate.
She’s lived in London, Paris, Geneva, Washington D.C., and the accent destroying city of Cleveland. She currently resides near Philadelphia.