Breaking Me In: The Complete Series

By Penelope L'Amoreaux

Enter a world of psychic espionage.

Just out of her training, Alice is a psychic on her first mission. Known as a wall, it is her job to hide her counterparts, the extractors, abilities. The sting is an elaborate setup mimicking a brothel that leaves her nervous about doing her best, but also excited. Particularly because she gets to work closely with her crush, William. All they have to do is convince their mark, the diplomat Salvatore, that one of the extractors is the perfect companion for a hot one night stand.

When the operation doesn't go as expected, suddenly Alice finds herself in the hot seat. Salvatore wants her, and he is a man who gets what he wants. Untrained and naive, Alice must get a crash-course in seduction and a new kind of psychic warfare in order to complete the mission. William and Mark, another handsome (an not-too-bad-on-the-eyes) wall, have promised to prepare her for what's in store. But will their aid help make her a success? Or will it break Alice before it's all over?

This is a 21k novella for 18+ mature audiences who think two sexy men are better than one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Penelope L'Amoreaux
• Release date: Feb 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311880833

Penelope L'Amoreaux

Penelope L'Amoreaux helps build rocket ships during the day and dreams of naughty adventures at night. When not turning those adventures into stories, she enjoys a tall glass of wine, reading, and the perfectly cooked steak.

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Breaking Me In

The Complete Series, Collecting Parts 1-3

Penelope L’Amoreaux

Published by Penelope L’Amoreaux

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 Penelope L’Amoreaux

Cover Art by Angie Zambrano of pro_ebookcovers

Chapter One

What the hell am I doing here? I had chewed the inside of my mouth raw from nerves. Seven years of intense study led to this moment and I was getting cold feet. But then, I was about to become an official spy in a secret elite force for the government. Messing up was not an option.

The sting was an elaborate one. Our field unit had taken over a local brothel, completely revamping it in an old-school Japanese style. It was beautiful, even if it was just the front for our operation. Smooth bamboo hardwood floors, elegant kimonos, fresh flowers in precise arrangements… My unit had gone all out to create a space that was sensual and exotic while remaining upscale.

Our leader, Walker, was pacing. She always paced and seemed nervous until the operation began. Then she became cool as a cucumber, poised and elegant, getting the job done. We were spies, but under her rule, we became elite. In school, I had always admired her when reading about her success. Her beauty and intelligence made her one of the most valuable spies in the government. More than that, she was a wall, just like me, here to keep the prying minds of extractors out of our operatives.

The brothel was a popular place for foreign dignitaries. Today, we wanted one specific dignitary: Salvatore. A popular South American revolutionary, Salvatore had been on the government’s radar for his outrageous statements regarding our policies. He might be harmless, but rumors were flying that he had his hands in deep with some major revolutionaries. You know, the kind who don’t mind bombing their own women and children in the name of their beliefs.

The goal was simple. Walker and myself were there as walls, along with my classmate, Mark. Mark and I had been at school together for a long time, but I hardly knew him. Walls are, well, notoriously difficult to get to know. We spend so much time learning to block everything from getting inside that it takes major effort to let anything out, even if it’s how we feel. I was first in my class, but Mark had been my constant competition, always on my heels.

Our job was to use our skills as telepathic blockers to protect the extractors. They had the hard job.

We were spread through the room. Mark was the doorman, Walker filling in as the Madame, and I was on the far end, cleaning and providing shielding for the extractors.

We had six extractors, four women and two men. Unlike me and the other walls, they could pull information out of the minds of others. The only caveat was they had to be touching the person whose mind they wished to read.

Currently the extractors were in some seriously slutty clothing, lined up in the middle of the floor and waiting for Salvatore’s arrival. One bit of leaked information we had on Salvatore was that his intimate tastes ran the gamut—he slept with men and women.

Our goal was simple, but getting there not so easy. Our extractors would seduce Salvatore and get the information we needed. This sort of psychic warfare was still new but now the primary form of espionage. No one knew where we psychics, both walls and extractors, had come from. Our origins didn’t matter, though. What mattered was that everyone had some.

Salvatore would also have extractors and maybe a wall with him. All major countries had small groups like us who worked in intelligence and body guarding.

What we hoped other countries didn’t have were walls like me and Walker. We didn’t just block our own thoughts. If we worked hard, we could block those close to us. Salvatore would walk in, see the extractors pretending to be prostitutes set up. They were prepared to do anything to get the information, even sleep with him. Knowing extractors trained for every scenario made me uncomfortable and glad to be a wall.

Seeing one of ours he wished to purchase for the evening, he would send his own extractor over. This was where I came in. I would move near the chosen extractor. Of course I would be yelled at and made to look a fool, but that was part of the distraction. Because I would be close, I would be able to block any perception Salvatore’s guard would have. They would think our extractor was just another prostitute. If everything went perfectly, they would go to perform the act. Salvatore would leave satisfied and none the wiser, but we would have a wealth of new information at our fingertips.

The front door chimed. Walker immediately ceased pacing.

Alice, focus on your job. You’re new. This will be fine. I was surprised she called me out by name but felt a small spark of pride. I watched as her brow relaxed and instantly she was smiling, welcoming, every bit the owner of an established brothel. Mark opened the door and the extractors all knelt in sublimation. I scrubbed a little harder at the floor to hide my trembling hands.

Show time.

A huge guffawing laugh filled the space. Bingo. Salvatore strutted in with an entourage of three. Pretty impressive. There weren’t that many known walls and extractors, and we were priced pretty high for our talents. Unless you were a government funded cell like ours, most wealthy people could only afford one, maybe two for personal use. Three meant Salvatore knew his shit and was guarding some pretty important secrets.

Good evening, Sir. Welcome to my humble establishment. With a grace that left me envious, Walker went to Salvatore to lead him in. She reached out to take his arm in welcome when one of the entourage blocked her, his hand gripping hers tightly.

One moment, Ma’am. He was screening her. An untrained wall would be obvious because no thoughts would be available. An immediate tip off that something was going on. But we weren’t untrained walls, Walker more than any of us. Our years of school trained us to drop just enough of our block to allow what we wished out. Inane banter, frivolous thoughts, made up family problems, etc. We had it ready to leak out.

Whatever Walker leaked must have convinced the extractor. He released her and Salvatore offered his arm. She took it, a carefully crafted mask of confusion on her face.

I’m sorry, my lady. One can never be too careful, Salvatore said. You have such a lovely establishment, and I thank you for accommodating me.

She laughed easily and led him in. I peeked at Mark. He was still by the door and seemed to gaze at nothing, the perfect unobtrusive doorman. I hadn’t really paid attention to him before. He was tall and handsome, with a boyish charm, I supposed. I hoped I looked the part as much as he