Undercover Lovers

By Fiona McGier

Ameena has never been able to forget what she endured on her last assignment before she left the agency. The only female agent to live through what The Executioner did to his victims, she still bears the scars, both physical and psychological. When he escapes from his prison cell, her former handler brings two agents with him, telling her that one or the other will be her shadow, until her torturer is caught again. Having kept herself too busy for romance, she is caught off-guard by the sudden insertion into her life of two hot, sexy men, one who actively pursues her, and one whom she finds more attractive for his shyness. Doe she choose between them, or enjoy them both? Will she live long enough to make a choice? And once she does, is that the end of the story? When the man she chooses is captured while on his last assignment, she needs to recruit a team to rescue him. But she needs one more team member--the man she rejected. There's only one thing she can offer to him, that might convince him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona McGier
• Release date: Apr 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463016183

Fiona McGier

I write contemporary erotic romance novels. Contemporary because having sex without birth control is a scary thought. Erotic, because I love to read books with sex scenes in them, so I write them too. And romance because the drive to pair up is a most basic human need, but the ways it can happen are endlessly fascinating.I write contemporary erotic romance novels about strong, independent women who are busy living their lives. When they meet equally strong, independent men, the sparks fly! Sooner or later one or both of them realize they are meant to be together for the long-term, and the "dance of love" moves to a whole new level of seriousness. I write happily-ever-after endings, because I really believe they are possible...not easy, but achievable. And I write hot scenes between the heroine and hero because that's the way they tell me their stories in my head!

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Undercover Lovers

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Fiona McGier

Copyright 2020 by Fiona McGier

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Reviews from the previous published version of this book

Undercover Lovers is a suspenseful adventure full of secret agents and emotional issues one deals with when trying to save the world. If the insane killers don’t drive Ameena crazy then the sexy agents protecting her will! And if that wasn’t bad enough, Ameena finds herself drawn to both Tomás and Adam in different ways. I must admit, there are some problems I’m glad I don’t have. (Reading about two sexy guys is enjoyable, but I wouldn’t want to have to deal with them or their issues, lol.) But with the bad guys Ameena is facing, this might not be a problem she has for long. And while I haven’t talked about the second half of the story, not wanting to give it away, I enjoyed watching Ameena prove how good an agent she used to be!

Vicky, from sizzlinghotbooks,net

Oh my goodness, this book had me from the very first chapter. The action started right out of the gate and continued throughout the entire book, chapter after chapter. I couldn’t put the book down. I was thrilled to see characters from SecretLovers brought into this book. It was a very touching feeling to continue seeing how their lives were moving forward. This book is exactly the kind of book I LOVE to read and get lost in--excellent sexual content, intrigue, kidnapping, rescues.

Teresa, from sslyblog

Undercover Lovers is a hard book to categorize. While the story is about secret agents, it had minimal action and suspense. Ms. McGier does a superb job incorporating the exciting moments with loving touching scenes. You never lose sight of the passion between the destined lovers. There is an undercurrent of sexual tension between the three main characters, but this is truly a M/F romance. The sacrifice that Ameena makes for her man is heart wrenching and distressing, but in the world they live in, you can absolutely understand her reason for making the decision. I was captivated and I was engaged throughout the story. The characters were fun to read about, and the love story was beautifully written. I enjoyed how the two lovers came together so amazingly. Their love was bright and brilliant and their future is forever.

Undercover Lovers is sexy but sweet, suspenseful but romantic, and naughty but nice. This story had a lot of filling: love, passion, betrayal, action, suspense, spies and danger. There was a wonderful mix of emotions to keep your blood pumping from the first page to the last.

Genre: Contemporary, Suspense/Mystery

Other: M/F, Anal Play, M/F/M, ménage

Rating: 4 Cherries

Review by: Moonflower, from The Long and Short of it

Blurb: Ameena has never been able to forget what she endured on her last assignment before she left the agency. The only female agent to live through what The Executioner did to his victims, she still bears the scars, both physical and psychological. When he escapes from his prison cell, her former handler brings two agents with him, telling her that one or the other will be her shadow, until her torturer is caught again. Having kept herself too busy for romance, she is caught off-guard by the sudden insertion into her life of two hot, sexy men, one who actively pursues her, and one whom she finds more attractive for his shyness. Doe she choose between them, or enjoy them both? Will she live long enough to make a choice? And once she does, is that the end of the story? Or the beginning?

From Fiona: Why I wrote this book. Do you enjoy secret agent books, movies, and TV shows? I'm a huge fan, but one thing always irritates me. The agents are almost always men, and the females they have affairs with usually needed to be protected or rescued. I don't want to identify with a damsel in distress. I want to identify with the agent--the one with the training and the skills to make a difference in the world. This is my second book about female spies. The first book , Secret Lover, features the romance between Sheena, the world-weary spy, and Hickory Woods, the Native American movie star. Both play a part in this sequel.

PART ONE

Chapter One

She woke up to find herself tied to a rack. Her wrists were burning from the tight ropes that held her arms extended out as if she was tied to a cross. With a quick turn of her head back and forth, she saw that the ropes were red with her blood. Panic began to rise like bile in her throat. She could also feel her ankles tied down, so that she was upright, in a spread-eagle position. She was also naked, vulnerable from both the front and the back.

Her years of training had prepared her for many things. But nothing could prepare her for the frantic feeling of helplessness that she now felt. She was supposed to be resourceful enough to be able to get herself out of almost anything. She tried not to remember that others just as well-trained as herself, had not made it alive out of this man's secret dungeon chamber. And that she had volunteered for the task, angrily indignant that he had brutally tortured, then murdered one of her close friends.

She wondered why she had been asleep--no, not asleep. Passed out. The last thing that she could remember was the stinging of the whip as he punished her for crying out. And why had she cried out? With horror she looked down at her naked torso to see that she had not been imagining things, and that there was a reason for the throbbing pain she still felt. There really were burn marks on her breasts--a design that he said he found preferable to her unblemished, smooth, light brown skin. Some of the burns were deep. Some were bleeding. She bit her lip not to cry out. Then the thwack of the whip on her back made her whimper at her own helplessness and pain.

The low laughter came closer. He licked the side of her neck, whispering into her ear. His hot breath blew at her hair, stinking of cigar smoke and cheap bourbon. Just you wait, honey. I haven't even gotten to the really fun stuff yet.

* * * *

Ameena sat up with a start. She was sweating, despite the cool temperature in her bedroom, and her heart was racing. Nervously she glanced around the room, trying to get her bearings. She spoke aloud, trying to calm herself. Damn it! Just when I think the dreams are done, he comes back into my nightmares all over again! Am I never going to be free of that asshole?

She got up and pulled a robe around herself. She belted it tightly around her waist, suddenly feeling underdressed in her silk nightgown. She went into the living room to check to be sure that the front door was locked and the chain was still on it. It was. And the security alarm system LEDs were green, indicating that they were functioning. No breaches. With a heavy sigh, she headed for the kitchen and quickly found her half-empty bottle of Grey Goose vodka in the freezer. She pulled out a glass and poured enough to fill the glass to half-full. She headed back into her room to find her jeans, rummaging in the dark to find her smokes and her lighter.

She manually disabled the alarm system on the sliding glass doors, then walked out onto the balcony. She lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, drawing the hot smoke into her lungs, still trying to convince herself that nothing was wrong. She leaned her head back and drank a big swallow of the icy vodka, choking slightly as it hit the back of her throat. She sank onto the large wicker chair that leaned against the wall next to the sliding glass door she had just come through, and she peered into the night sky.

She had a fabulous view of the city of Los Angeles' nightlights when she looked in one direction, and a view of the ocean in the other direction. Since it was so late, the water was just a vast, dark, inchoate entity in the distance. But the lights from the surrounding buildings comforted her, indicating that she was still surrounded by a vast collection of humanity. She was not alone, except in her condo. The rest of the world was right outside of her door.

Gradually she felt the tension in her chest start to lessen. She took another large swallow of the icy, burning liquor, and noticed how it enhanced the taste of her cigarette as well. She concentrated on enjoying the physical pleasures of taste and touch. She listened to the sounds of the city at night. She could even smell the city, since it was a cloudy night and there was a downdraft. It was forcing the still-awake inhabitants to breathe in what they normally emitted out into the sky, but ignored unless forced to notice it.

I guess I still haven't exorcised that damn demon. He's still in my head. He probably always will be. But he's not here right now. And that has to be good enough. I have way too much to do tomorrow, to lose a whole night's sleep over what's in the past. Resolutely, she stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray on the table next to her chair. She swallowed the last of the vodka, savoring the burning in her throat that warmed her down to her toes. She reached up and felt her hair. She had stopped sweating. The curls had kinked up with the humidity, but the night air was cool and had dried her hair.

And she would shower in the morning. When you're the boss, you have to look good. Especially in this business. That means hopefully no bags or dark circles under my eyes. Best to get back to bed and try not to dream anymore tonight.

Ameena walked back into her condo through the doors, carefully shutting them behind her. She reset the alarm system, comforted by the robotic female voice that told her, All systems functioning at optimal level. She peered into the living room, quickly, reassuring herself that the alarm system's LEDs were still green on her front entrance door. Then she took off her robe and lay back down in bed. She pulled the covers up to her chin and stared up at the ceiling for a while. The mirror up there reflected the city lights that shone in through the glass doors, and the still-open blinds on the window further along the wall. She concentrated on her breathing, listening to it as it went into her lungs, then back out again. She concentrated on her toes, feeling them lose sensation as they went to sleep. She kept mindfully feeling parts of herself relaxing in peace. She made it up to her navel before she was asleep. And the vodka earned its expensive price, ensuring that she had no more dreams that night.

Chapter Two

Ameena sighed heavily, shaking her head in exasperation. She was trying to explain to a stage full of very young women, just how she wanted them to move to the pulsating rhythms of the music blaring out of the speakers at them. She was the lead choreographer, the one who had designed the entire sequence they were having such difficulties with. She didn't blame the trainers, as much as the dancers themselves. They were not used to doing what she was trying to teach them. Trained in certain movements and styles, they were resistant to the new ways that she wanted them to move their bodies. And that was becoming increasingly irritating, with the music video already late.

The band had moved their release date up to coincide with a festival they were going to be playing at, and that had put the squeeze on everyone connected with it, from the planners of the CD release party, to the DJs who were not expecting to have to give any part of it any airtime until next month. The video was supposed to be released on the same day as the CD. Unless I can get the dancers to learn the routine I designed, I'll have to rewrite the whole damn thing!

She was just getting up from her seat to try yet again to explain herself, when her cell phone began to make her breasts jiggle with its vibrations. Ready to yell at whoever was disturbing her while she was so busy, she reached into her bra to grab her phone and snapped it open.

Yeah! What?

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. The voice trailed off, expectantly.

Instantly alert, Ameena swallowed hard before she replied softly, yet distinctly. All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe.

Can you hear me, love, or should I wait?

Ameena tried to calm her racing heartbeat, comforted by the dulcet tones of the Irish-accented voice that always sounded so in-control of every situation. Um--let me walk a bit away from the speakers, so the music isn't so loud.

She nodded at the trainers who were looking at her for direction, indicating that they were to continue to practice while she answered her phone call. Then she walked quickly to the back of the stage, stepping into the closest dressing room, closing the door behind her.

Okay. Now I can hear you. What's up, Malcolm?

We need to talk, Ameena. Can you meet me for coffee, say in an hour?

No can do. I'm up to my eyeballs in work here, and on a deadline.

Then can I meet you where you are?

Is it that important, that it can't wait?

He cleared his throat. Yes. But not over the phone.

She sighed heavily. Okay, I guess. Do you need me to give you directions?

There was silence for a moment during which Ameena could almost hear him smiling. His amusement was reflected in the changed tone of his voice. That won't be necessary. I can still find you anywhere. Do I need to tell anyone anything to get to you?

Yes. I'll go tell the guard at the soundstage door that you are coming.

Tell him I'll have a couple of friends with me.

Three of you? That serious?

He cleared his throat again. We'll be there in about an hour.

Fine. I'll give everyone a break when you get here. See you.

There was a decisive click as he hung up. Ameena stared at her phone for a few minutes, not seeing it, but trying to focus on it. Nothing to panic over. Could be anything. Deep breaths. Nothing I can do about it until he explains himself. Got work to do.

She inhaled and sucked her abdomen in, reaching into the hip pocket of her jeans for the metal cigarette holder. She always kept just a few cigarettes handy while she was working. She tried to limit how many she smoked during the day. But also, her pants were too tight to put a whole pack into them, without them getting smashed every time she sat down. Her fingers trembled slightly as she got one out and lit it, the hot smoke reassuring her that at least at that moment, she was all right. She felt herself getting calmer as the nicotine did its familiar