Condor earned his reputation by being Delta Star’s ultimate secret agent. He’s untouchable, unstoppable, and he always nails his targets. But no matter how many times he’s saved the world, he’s a ghost who will never take credit. He works best alone, and to continue to protect his country, he’ll stay alone.
New Delta Star field agent Bridget Jamison is obsessed with capturing Simon Perez, the elusive terrorist responsible for her ex-fiancé’s death. When the Delta Star director hands the case over to Condor, a mesmerizing ghost agent who has the power to make her weak in the knees with one intense look, Bridget agrees to be Condor’s partner so that she’s not dropped from the case and her chance for justice.
Now they’re on a mission to infiltrate a dangerous criminal organization and capture Perez. It’s up to Condor to keep this beautiful, determined agent out of harm’s way, and to keep their explosive passion contained long enough not to risk their cover…and their lives.
Bridget Jamison’s heart raced as she ran from the computer lab to Bran Frost’s office inside Delta Star headquarters. Maybe this would be the end of her quest. Increased agency chatter said that international terrorist Simon Perez was on the move. All her instincts as a new field agent told her something was going to break soon, and, for her ex-fiancé’s sake, she hungered to be in on the kill. Even though in the end he’d been a lying, cheating bastard, she owed him that much after getting him killed.
She skidded to a halt in the director’s anteroom and breathlessly waited for Thelma, his personal assistant, to buzz her in. She gave herself a once over and—
She’d been too busy demonstrating the prototype of her new 3-D system to notice how messy she was getting. Hastily, she smoothed her damp palms over her drab, shapeless but wrinkled business suit, so she wouldn’t be reprimanded for wasting time in the lab. Why couldn’t the director see that the agency would be stronger, smarter, and more effective if the departments combined talents?
She looked down at her boxy suit and sighed. She purposely chose clothing that concealed her too curvy figure, not wanting her sexuality to detract from anyone’s perception of her efficiency. Not that anyone was asking. Lately, her love life was as out of reach as Perez. Sometimes almost close enough to touch, but never actually in hand.
At any rate, cocky, immature agents who thought they were God’s gift to women pissed her off. James may have cheated on her, but at least he hadn’t acted like he was the hottest thing in pants. His modesty had all been an act of course, but she hadn’t learned that until she’d lost him in a bombing. She wouldn’t make the mistake of risking her heart, much less her career, again.
About Julie Castle:
I’m author Julie Castle. I’m a natural born romantic with a modicum of artistic talent that I inherited from my mom and a love for telling tall tales that I got from my dad. I guess that set me up for being a starving artist, the biggest fibber in the world, or a romance author. I’m so glad that I chose the latter.
I’ve always had a love affair with the written word. As a child growing up in a small town I loved visiting the local library, a converted gilded age mansion, and getting lost between the pages of a book. The drafty old mansion could be a spooky place but I still loved it. I enjoyed poking into behind the scenes areas I wasn’t supposed to venture into. I’m still the same way which is why I love writing romance with an edge, paranormal, suspenseful, super sexy, or just laugh your pants off funny I hope you’ll find it in my books.
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