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Duty & Honor # 2
Duty & Honor # 2
By: Leslie Jones
Releasing April 28th, 2015
Witness Impulse
In the next thrilling Duty & Honor
novel, a female CIA agent and a Delta Force soldier must catch a deadly
assassin… but do they know where the danger truly lies?
After several
assassination attempts on an allied royal, the CIA sends in operative Christina
Madison—who bears a striking resemblance to the monarch—to pose as the famous
princess and draw out her would-be killer.
When Delta Force
Lieutenant Gabriel Morgan's team is assigned to Christina's undercover
protection detail, he's less than thrilled. Gabe wants nothing to do with a
woman whose rumored screw-up nearly got her last team killed. Not to mention
there's bad blood between Gabe and the CIA—he doesn't trust anyone who lies for
a living.
But once the trap
is set and the assassin takes the bait, Gabe must protect her with his life …
because danger lurks in the shadows, and now Christina is in the crosshairs.
Reports of the assassination
attempt on Princess Véronique de Savoie barely made a blip on the news outside
of Concordia. The tiny country rivaled Liechtenstein in size and importance. As
in, very damned little. Most would be hard-pressed to find it on a map.
Inside the CIA, however, the
assassination attempt caused a ripple of reaction, starting in the Office of
the Director of National Intelligence, bypassing normal channels, and landing
directly on case officer Jay Spicer’s desk.
“You want me to do what?” asked
Christina Madison, eyes wide as she stared at her boss.
Jay Spicer looked back at her. “Have
you been in front of a mirror lately?”
“Sure I have.” Every now and then,
someone would comment on her eerie resemblance to the princess of Concordia.
Princess Véronique made headlines inside her own country on a regular basis,
though rarely outside of it. Concordian cameras and reporters followed her as
she labored on various humanitarian projects. She’d been part of a BBC
documentary last year on modern royalty in Europe, which Christina had watched
out of curiosity. The princess remained gracious in the face of newshounds and
paparazzi, even when elbow-deep in dirt planting a new strain of
bacteria-resistant corn in Ethiopia or bringing clean well water to rural
Bolivians.
Occasionally a European visitor to
the Washington, D.C., area would ask if she were, indeed, the princess.
Christina would laugh it off with a simple, “Don’t I wish.” Truth be told, she
much preferred her anonymous work bringing down money laundering and smuggling
operations. Having cameras shoved in her face and every word and action
dissected struck her as repugnant.
For the most part, though, Véronique
remained one of the royal unknowns.
Christina grabbed a handful of
Skittles from the crystal ashtray on Jay’s desk. Red and yellow only. He’d
already eaten the green and orange.
“Her face is well known inside
Concordia. Resembling someone and taking her place are two different—”
“This comes from the top,” her boss
interrupted. “From the director himself. The British government specifically
asked for your help.”
Her head began to whirl. The
mandatory photographs of the president and CIA director frowned down at her
from behind his head. Boring pictures. Boring white walls. The only interesting
thing in the whole office was the life-sized cardboard cutout of Captain
America planted to the right of the door. “The British? Not the Concordians? I
don’t understand, sir.”
Jay leaned forward in his chair and
tugged at an earlobe, his ADHD making it impossible for him to sit still. At
fifty, he still managed to retain the air of an errant schoolboy. He smirked,
cracking his knuckles. Christina crossed her legs, not fooled by his antics.
Jay Spicer was a shrewd, brilliant case officer. He counted on his façade to
cause people to underestimate him. He would clarify the situation in his own
time.
“Princess Véronique is engaged to a
landed baron in the UK.”
“He has enough clout to tap the CIA
for help?”
“Sort of.” Jay pushed a folder
across his cluttered mahogany desk. The beige file sported the banded red and
large stamps indicating that it contained classified information.
Christina uncrossed her legs in
order to lean forward and snag the folder. She flipped it open. The top page
contained a request from … Trevor Carswell?
Jay
rocked back, the chair squeaking. He grinned, tapping his fingers. “Julian
Brumley,
Exciting from start to finish! I loved Christina - she is strong, smart and sexy. I can't believe the she started her career with the CIA - she is a total badass. Gabe is a total alpha and I really enjoyed seeing him fall for Christina. Their chemistry was good and their was plenty of sexual tension throughout. The plot moved in a good pace and even though I had a feeling who the bad guys were, it was still a engaging read. The guys in Delta Force are a great team, I hope they all get their own stories. Next up is Trevor, from the British SAS, and Shelby, can't wait to read their story.
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Leslie Jones has been an
IT geek, a graphic designer, and, much like her heroine, an Army Intelligence
officer, bringing her firsthand experience to the pages of her works. She's
lived in Alaska, Korea, Belgium, Germany, and other exotic locations (including
New Jersey). She is a wife, mother, and full-time writer and splits her time
between Scottsdale, Arizona, and Cincinnati, Ohio.
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