Sensory Ops, Book 2
Samhain Publishing
Spring 2010
ISBN: 978-1-60504-994-6
THE UNOFFICIAL BLURB:
Stage actress Kami Evans has taken on the biggest role of her life—an escort—to learn the truth surrounding her step-brother’s death. She may have bitten off more than she can handle. Her first assignment to seduce CEO Breck Lawson impacts her personally and complicates her investigation. He represents everything she’s against, but she grows too close and learns that he’s the next target. Thanks to a sample of his DNA, she’s to be the weapon he can’t resist.
FBI team leader Breck Lawson is accustomed to harrowing assignments. Playing a CEO in search of explanations behind a friend’s supposed suicide attempt is just dull. Until Kami Evans, his escort to a fundraiser, walks in. Dressed to seduce, and willing to follow it up, she accompanies him to a fundraiser and instantly captivates him. She’s secretive, but he can’t resist her allure. Especially when she follows him to his friend’s bedside and reveals details he’s needed to solve the case.
Can they survive when she becomes the weapon and a target?
UNEDITED EXCERPT
This is a necessity. This is not promiscuous. This is not immoral or degrading. Every one is wrong, and I am going to prove it. This is the only way.
Kamille Evans swiped her tongue across her scarlet-fever red painted lips and tucked the thick, coordinated streak of hair behind her ear. She’d gotten used to long hair, but the shoulder length, tapered cut suited her better. Studying her reflection in the elevator’s black glossy wall, she took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders back and straightened the most amazing red gown she’d ever laid eyes on.
The silk slithered along her body and shimmered with every move. She turned and studied the back—or rather her back as the dress had only two crisscrossing straps that were barely thicker than a strand of thread.
“If God is real, and remotely kind, those things won’t snap.”
The elevator doors slid open. Confident she’d made the right choice, that she was on the right course for achieving her goals, she stepped into a foyer that belonged in a home of the rich and famous. Her stiletto heels struck the black marble floor with random swirls of cream shot through them. More marble panels matching the walls of the elevator covered the bottom halves of the walls. The top half had been painted a warm cream. Huge photographed landscapes printed in black and white in simple black frames adorned the walls.
The effect was warmly welcoming while making it evident that big money deals were made by powerful people where she now stood.
The depravity behind the purpose of her visit in the lushness surrounding her reminded her of Julia Roberts walking through that glorious lobby she hadn’t belonged in. She would not fidget.
This night is no different from the thousand others. Well, except my reason for being here.
Kami wrapped newly manicured nails around the gold handle of double doors and pulled. The staff at Elegant Entertainment knew how to perfectly wrap the merchandise. Tonight, she was the merchandise.
A handsome man a few inches shorter than herself, even without the stilettos, stood from behind the mahogany assistant’s desk as she stepped onto the plush cream carpet of upper management’s the inner sanctum. A set of cushy, cream leather couches in a corner.
Dressed elegantly in a tuxedo with shiny lapels, he lifted his head and smiled. It didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You must be Ms. Evans.”
“Yes.” She’d done a web search for the company and the man she was meeting. This was not him. “I’m here to meet Breck.”
I had a friend tell me once that Kami would make a great name for a heroine, and she was right. I told her that my next heroine would be named Kami, but how was I to know that I would put her in the position to pose as a call girl? I’ll admit that it took me some time to get the real Kami out of my head so that I could write the fiction one, but even when I did parts of her remained. the greatest parts of my friend went into this heroine. She is tough spined and tender hearted with a giving spirit. She looks for the best in people and simply knowing her makes me a better person. Other than a few physical similarities and the things I’ve just mentioned, this heroine is nothing like the real Kami, though she would certainly love to be.
