It’s been a very busy year since Goddess of the Hunt was first released. My brother got married. I got married. My daughter got married. My family moved into a new home. Around the time of Goddess’s release I had begun work on a full-length manuscript. Because of all the interruptions, I didn’t finish that MS and begin work on Paige’s next mission until recently. Clearly, that wasn’t what I had planned, but hey…that’s life!
To get back into Covert Passion’s world, I pulled up the playlist I had listened to while writing Goddess of the Hunt. I quickly realized that Eoin’s effect on Paige has altered her mindset. She’s going to need to adapt without having that evolution change how she does her job. A CIA covert operative needs to leave sentimentality at the door. And I realized that the playlist I have isn’t the music I need. But before I go foraging in my iTunes library, I thought I’d share the original playlist with you:
Fiona Apple – Criminal
No Doubt – Just a Girl
Oasis – Wonderwall
The Verve – Bitter Sweet Symphony
The Cranberries – Linger
Radiohead – Creep
Foo Fighters – Everlong
Audioslave – Like a Stone
The Toadies – Possum Kingdom
Lenny Kravitz – Again
If you’re interested in hearing the songs, you can find them here http://bit.ly/1K8eO8p
As I was diving back into Paige’s dangerous, sexy life and trying to decide what music would best reflect that, I found out that Goddess of the Hunt would be on sale at Amazon for 99 cents and free at the ARe bookstore throughout the month of May. That’s exciting. As a friend said, “A deal and a steal!” Grab your copy of Goddess of the Hunt, cue up the playlist and enjoy!
Goddess of the Hunt
by Becky Flade
CIA field agent Paige Aster hides a cunning intelligence and lethal skill behind a mask of golden beauty. It serves her well as she moves from one undercover assignment to the next.
Retrieve a stolen United States military defense program from a terrorist cell in Dublin, Ireland, before they trade it to Islamic extremists in exchange for munitions. Her only back up on this time-sensitive mission is a deeply embedded MI-6 operative.
Eoin Fitzpatrick has sacrificed everyone he holds dear to bring these terrorists to justice. He’ll sacrifice Diana, too, if she threatens to compromise his mission or his cover. He has orders to do just that – his agency is only doing hers a favor.
Compromised or Comprising?
Paige expects danger, but welcomes passion – taking her pleasure where and when it’s offered. She’s not prepared for the effect Eoin has on her. Or what happens when she surrenders to him. Paige burns for Eoin but will he leave her burned…
Enjoy the following excerpt from Goddess of the Hunt:
“Is it done? Do you and the others in the house bring in sex partners from time to time?” She straightened and stared at him.
“Yes.” He hissed the answer.
“I’m travelling; you and I meet at a pub and go to your place to hook up. It’s simple and happens all the time. Believable, even.” She thought of Michel and her lips tilted at the corners. Then, casting her eyes over Eoin, she deliberately arched a brow and tucked her tongue in her cheek. “Well, for most people, anyway.”
His lips thinned and the muscles in his cheek ticked as he worked to control the flare of temper. It delighted her. “Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Eoin pushed himself from the chair he’d been perched on and nearly charged for the door. “I’ll be here at seven-thirty tomorrow morning, be ready.”
Paige grabbed his arm as he passed her. “What are you so worked up about? If it goes wrong, you can just leave me hanging and you know it. This costs you nothing, Paddy-boy; it’s my ass on the line.”
He grabbed her shirt and pushed her against the closet door. She didn’t fight it and he had his mouth on her in seconds. His tongue delved and demanded she respond; she arched up into the kiss. Delight, desire, and anger thrummed through her as she both succumbed and made demands of her own. His hands molded to her hips and pinned her between the hard planes of his body and the wall behind her. Then he abruptly pulled away. They stood inches apart; the air crackled around them. Their gazes locked. He opened his mouth, then shook his head and left without a word.
About the Author:
A city girl, born and bred, I place my stories in and around southeast Pennsylvania, or at least have a character or two from the area. Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.