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TITAN SERIES #6
When the past is impossible to ignore, love may be the only way to survive.
Caterina Cruz has no home. No loyalties. No objection to exacting torturous revenge. Her life’s mission is to destroy the terrorist who murdered her family. Then she steps into an elaborate game of charades alongside a Titan Group operative posing as an arms dealer—and her newlywed husband. The sexy distraction may be more than she can handle.
Attacked with a psychedelic drug weeks before, Rocco Savage is plagued with hallucinations that threaten his new rank as Titan’s second-in-command. No one knows and he wants to keep it that way. Throwing him further off his game, he now has a wife with her own secrets he can’t crack and an agenda he can’t control.
Their mission—an elaborate deception of heated glances and passionate kisses—spins out of control. With Rocco’s mind already compromised, can he keep his secret and his distance? And with Caterina’s tragic past controlling her every move, can she keep the con up long enough to secure her revenge? Or will both go down in flames?
“We’re taking out El Mateperros.”
“El Mateperros, huh?” He laughed. “The two of us? Yeah, okay.”
She smirked at his unimpressed reaction. “You’re Daniel Locke, the next big thing in arms trading and El Mateperro’s next big dealer.”
Rocco’s don’t-beieve-ya grin faltered. “You’re serious? The two of us and what back up team?”
“There is none.” She sipped the Diet Coke this time. No need for another bubble explosion.
“And, what…You’re…” He spun in a circle. The man could practically touch the opposite walls of her apartment. “My pretty friend who lives in a London shitshack, running an unsanctioned op out of a studio flat?”
Pretty? Was that him being sexist and condescending, or was he passing out a compliment? The dimple flashed again, and she decided to ignore it as a compliment. She reached into her pocket and tossed a small box his way. He caught it in a fist but didn’t look at it.
“What’s this?” He still didn’t look at the box.
“The scariest thing I’m sure you’ll ever hold” With a deep breath, Catarina smiled as sweetly and convincingly as she could. Years of that practiced look failed on Rocco. It felt like he could see straight through her saccharine charade and knew she wanted blood.
Her face fell. “Catarina. Cat for short if you must.”
“I like Kitten.”
Fine, be that way. “Actually, if you want to talk names, I’m Mrs. Locke—your wife—and you’re holding a wedding band. We check into a swank hotel tonight.” Shock waves scrolled across his face. Catarina loved it, tacking on a waggle of her brows. “We’re honeymooning.”
Color fled his tan face. Soft brown eyes panicked. That chiseled jaw dropped, and the dimple fled. But even stunned silent, mouth gaping, he still looked like his nickname.
She laughed, amused and aroused and annoyed. All kinds of opposing feelings. “Don’t look so surprised. There’s more to our relationship than even you know.”
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