Tuesday, September 1, 2015

S.E.X. Spotlight~ Tricia Anderson~ The Assassin



Blurb:
Can Sloan tame his raging jealousy or will it tear him from the woman he loves forever?

There’s trouble in paradise…Torn by jealousy, Sloan leaves Abbey behind to run Sloan Enterprises when the CIA sends him and Bartholomew on a secret mission looking for an arms dealer doing business out of an Army encampment in Afghanistan.  The couple’s paths cross overseas and Abbey is ordered to join her husband on the mission.  Tension flares between them in the hot Afghani sun fueled by the camp’s commanding officer hell bent on turning the two against each other.  Can Sloan overcome his emotions long enough to find the smuggler or will his raging jealousy tear him from the woman he loves…forever?


Excerpt 
Abbey studied the display in front of her as she cradled a cup of coffee in her hands. She had been staring at one screen after another since four o’clock that morning. She nibbled at an apple and banana when she had a moment. Finding Torelli was far more important. She watched the soldiers around her compute the information they had on hand.

Shortly after her interview at the CIA headquarters in Langley, they had moved her to Fort McNair. Here, they could leave immediately if they got a location on Torelli. Plus, Abbey was sure the CIA wouldn’t appreciate her using their office for rifle practice.

Agent Dunham approached her with a chuckle. She gave him a half-smile. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

Dunham put his phone on speaker for her to listen. The voice of a very irritated Irishman blared out, demanding to be let in. Abbey sighed.

“You knew he’d be coming,” Dunham reminded her.

“Yes. I suspected he would. I would have liked to find Torelli first though.”

Dunham turned as the gate guard pleaded for orders. He laughed again as he took the cell off speaker and held it to his ear. “Let Mr. O’Riley and Mr. Evans in. Show them to their barracks and then bring them here. And make sure they are officer barracks, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dunham hung up his phone and slipped it in his pocket. He patted Abbey on the shoulder. “Only a matter of time. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Abbey turned back to the screen ahead of her, scrutinizing the lines across the world map indicating the confirmed paths Torelli and the weapons had taken.

Abbey knew he was there before he said a word. The dominating presence, the electricity his body gave off, sent shivers through her. Her heartbeat sped up, not from fear, but sweet anticipation. It was how her body reacted around the Irishman.

“I thought I said we were done with this,” Sloan warned. “Dunham showing us to barracks was pointless. We’re going home immediately.”

Abbey took a deep breath to settle her quaking nerves then spun to face her husband. “I don’t think so. Thank you for checking on me. You can go home now.”

“Like hell I am!” Sloan roared.

“Then grab a file and help.”

Sloan took hold of her arm and pulled her against him. Abbey sucked in her breath. The sensation of his body against hers set her on fire. It was difficult for her to keep her bravado.

“What is it going to take to get through that thick skull of yours, Abigail?” His brogue was pure silk.

“Whatever it is, you don’t have it, Sloan.”

“Are you sure of that, little girl?” Sloan scooped Abbey into his arms and tossed her over his shoulder like a rag doll. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed from the control center.

Abbey kicked her feet the best she could as she pounded her fists on his back. “Let me down!” she screamed.

Her protests were met with a firm swat on the rear. “Quiet,” Sloan ordered.

Abbey was furious as she glanced around at the soldiers witnessing the scene. “How dare you show up here—”

Another smack. “That’s for taking off and worrying the entire family.”

Warmth radiated across her rump. “Put me down!”

She squealed a little at the next spanking. “That’s for making me chase you halfway across the country.”

“I didn’t ask you to follow—”

She yelped as he slapped her behind once again. “That’s for disobeying a commanding officer. I told you to be quiet. And believe it or not, Abigail, I am your commanding officer in whatever faction we belong to.”

Abbey swallowed back a sob. Between the embarrassment of being disciplined in front of half of the camp and her now blistering backside, tears burned her eyes. She went limp over his shoulder as he stormed into his barracks, not stopping until he reached his bedroom. He gently laid her on his bed then stretched out beside her.

Sloan’s mouth trailed over her cheek, gently kissing the tears away. “This is for losing you. This is for collapsing at your gravestone and realizing I would never look into your eyes again, or kiss your lips, or make love to you. This is for listening to your confession on your knees on that ridge in Afghanistan. Abbey, baby, forgive me for what I’ve done. Please.”

Sloan’s wandering lips set Abbey’s nerves ablaze. She shuddered as his strong hand tenderly massaged her wounded rear. She turned against him, capturing his mouth with hers, slipping her tongue between his lips to tangle with his. She heard him moan in surrender.

She struggled to tug her T-shirt off. Once she accomplished it, she tossed the fabric on the floor then unzipped her pants. “Please, Sloan.”
  
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Author’s Bio:
Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex.  She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations.  Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children's activities.

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