Theres something Ive always wanted to try
Do tell. Trent smiled. What does a nice girl like you think about alone in the deep of night?
And in her whiskey-induced honesty, Chloe told him. Every lurid, naughty detail of every lurid, naughty fantasy shed ever had. By the time she was finished, his eyes blazed with desire and his body was obviously more than eager to play along.
I dont think we can get to all of that tonight, Chloe, but we can definitely make a dent in your list. He rolled out of bed and fetched her discarded panty hose. With quick efficiency, he tied her wrists together and then to the headboard and knelt between her knees, his eyes burning with dark fire.
Lets see just how far youre willing to go, my nice, normal little accountant.
Dear Reader,
This was one of those books that burst into life, hit the ground running and never looked back. Its always a special treat for me when a pair of characters take over the story and drag me along purely to act as their typist. Chloe and Trent sent me on a particularly wild ride, and I really had to type fast to keep up with them.
Chloe was a ton of fun. It was a challenge to write the sibling of a former heroine and to find a completely unique story for her even though Chloe and her sister came from essentially the same background. Trent continues my exploration of the limits of current science and what the near future may look like. I continue to be amazed at how close we are to having abilities like Trent and the other members of the Code X team.
And then, of course, there was the sizzling chemistry between Chloe and Trent to capture on the page without burning it to ashes. Throw in a bad guy or two, attempted murder and kidnapping, and weve got a recipe for a fun read.
So pour yourself your favorite beverage, order out so you dont have to cook supper, relax, put your feet up and dive into a flash of death, mayhem and true love!
Until next time, happy reading
Cindy Dees
About the Author
CINDY DEES started flying airplanes while sitting in her dads lap at the age of three and got a pilots license before she got a drivers license. At age fifteen, she dropped out of high school and left the horse farm in Michigan where she grew up to attend the University of Michigan. After earning a degree in Russian and East European studies, she joined the US Air Force and became the youngest female pilot in its history. She flew supersonic jets, VIP airlift and the C-5 Galaxy, the worlds largest airplane. During her military career, she traveled to forty countries on five continents, was detained by the KGB and East German secret police, got shot at, flew in the first Gulf War and amassed a lifetimes worth of war stories.
Her hobbies include medieval re-enacting, professional Middle Eastern dancing and Japanese gardening.
This RITA® Award-winning authors first book was published in 2002 and since then she has published more than twenty-five bestselling and award-winning novels. She loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at www.cindydees.com.
Flash of Death
Cindy Dees
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Chapter 1
Chloe Jordan knew one thing: the combination of turning thirty and being one of the only single women at her little sisters wedding was thoroughly depressingexpensive-chocolate-and-cheap-wine-binge depressing. The hell of it was that she, as the maid of honor, emphasis on maid, old maid, had an ironclad obligation to be the life of the party. No matter how much she loved her little sis, this night officially sucked.
A chorus of spoons knocking on glasses startled her out of her momentary slip into melancholy. Shouts of laughter went up as the groom laid a smoking-hot kiss on the bride. Sheesh. Somebody throw a bucket of ice water on those two.
Chloe checked her bitterness. Sunnyd had a really crappy run of luck and deserved all the happiness she could get. The lucky groom, Aiden, obviously loved Sunny fiercely. Next up on her personal hit parade of depressing events was bound to be playing indulgent auntie to their perfect children. Yippee.
The band resumed playing too loudly to talk over, and thankfully a mob of guests piled out of their seats, relieving her of any duty to go out onto a painfully empty dance floor and get things started.
It didnt help her mood that shed had a little too much champagne and was starting to feel a little weepy. Sunny was so beautiful and radiant, and she was so proud of her little sis. Chloe noticed from her seat jammed in the corner that it had started raining outside.
One of the groomsmen got the bright idea to light up a cigar, and furthermore, to pass out cigars to all the other groomsmen. A cloud of noxious blue smoke enveloped her. Her stomach roiled ominously.
Enough was enough. She took her queasy stomach and crazy mood swings and fled the reception in search of fresh air. She burst out of the private club that was one of Denvers most exclusive addresses and inhaled deeply. But even the rain wouldnt give her a break and the skies opened up without warning. Her hotel was right across the street and she ran for it, racing down the clubs wide steps. Streetlights glittered off the wet pavement as she dashed between cars.
She never saw it coming.
A big, dark SUV accelerated toward her out of nowhere, its engine growling hungrily as it shot forward. Its headlights were blinding and she stared into them in shock.
The impact was incredible, knocking her completely off her feet and sending her flying through space splayed out on her back. Something powerful wrapped around her torso, yanking her in a midair one-eighty so she landed on her stomach. She slammed into something
and didnt die horribly. Whatever shed smashed into had definitely been hard but not nearly as unyielding as concrete. Her breath was knocked clean out of her, though, and she gasped frantically to no avail. Disoriented, she stared down at the man lying beneath her. Had she been thrown into him and knocked him down?
An engine revved and tires squealed behind her. She looked up in time to see a black, shiny, wet SUV disappear around a corner at a high speed.
Shed nearly died. And the man lying so still beneath her had probably saved her life by breaking her fall. Had she killed him? All of a sudden, she was able to breathe again. She sucked in a sobbing breath and rolled off of the man.
Are you okay? she asked urgently.
His eyes blinked open, and silver eyes stared up at her, laser-intense. Eyes she recognized. Ohmigosh. He was one of Aidens groomsmen. Trenton something. Hollings. That was it. Shed heard some of the other guys call him Trent.
Ill live, he rasped. You?
Im fine. You broke my fall. Im so sorry
He cut her off. No need to apologize. Who was in that car?
I dont know. I didnt see anything, and then those headlights were coming at me. I guess the SUV hit me and sent me flying into you.
Actually, he murmured, sitting up carefully, his dark hair tousled and sexy, Im the only thing that hit you. I knocked you out of the cars way at the last second. Had that SUV hit you, something that heavy moving that fast would have killed you instantly.
She stared, stunned anew. He really had saved her life. For a man whod just been knocked flat by a human-sized flying object, he popped to his feet with a speed and grace that shocked her. A hand materialized in front of her eyes. It was big and tanned and calloused in stark contrast to the pristinely starched white cuff and onyx cufflink above it.
She took his hand and floated to her feet.
Are you sure youre all right? he asked, his voice deep. Rough with concern.
She looked down at her red silk gown ruefully. The side seam had torn from the hem almost all the way to her hip. Her slender leg was entirely exposed. Im fine. But I cant say the same for my dress.
He looked down critically. I like it better like this. A woman with legs like yours should show them off.
Her startled gaze lifted to his, and he smiled at her. But not just any smile, rather a sizzling hot one that promised a long night of steamy seduction if she was interested. She about fell off her three-inch stilettos in shock. Trenton Hollings was flirting with her? The hottest groomsman out of a whole batch of ridiculously hot men? No way.
He offered her his forearm, and she looped her hand around it in minor shock. The hard muscles beneath the soft Italian wool contracted sharply. Ready to try crossing the street again? he murmured.
I swear, I looked both ways. I never saw that car coming. One second the street was clear, and the next, there it was, running me down.
Trent nodded, frowning. I believe you. His frown deepened as they stepped gingerly back out into the wide boulevard. They managed to cross to the other side of the street without incident, although her escort did pause as they reached the far curb to take a long look back over his shoulder at the scene of her near miss.
Whats on your mind? she asked cautiously.
Her words seemed to jolt him out of his reverie and he gave himself a little shake. Getting you up to your room in one piece and cleaned up is on my mind.
She looked down at herself in alarm. Just how bad did she look? As if it mattered. She was darned lucky just to be alive, for goodness sake. They stepped into a hotel elevator, and in the small, enclosed space, her tall escort dwarfed her. She was not short herself at five foot seven, plus three inches of heels, but he still had several inches on her. He was muscular without being thick. His shoulders filled out his tuxedo nicely, and well-defined biceps flexed within his sleeves. No wonder the impact of him slamming into her had knocked her halfway across the street.
Do you save women from being run down a lot? she asked to fill the silence.
His mouth twitched in humor. Not often.
What do you do when youre not doing that?
He shrugged. Im a bum.
She blinked, startled. You clean up pretty well for a bum.
A full-fledged grin flashed her way, all but knocking her off her feet again. Nobody got teeth that perfect and white without expensive orthodontic work. And that tuxedo was no rental monkey suit. It was cashmere with Italian lines exquisitely tailored to his athletic physique. Not to mention Sunnyd told her how wealthy and successful all of Aidens groomsmen were, not so subtly hinting that Chloe should pick one and go for the gusto. The guys had all gone to college together, apparently. Frat brothers, in fact. And most of them worked with billionaire Jeff Winston at Winston Enterprises. Bum. Right.
Tell me another lie, she murmured.
Youre ugly and not the slightest bit sexy.
Her gaze snapped to his. Excuse me?
You asked for a lie.
Before she could think up a snappy comeback the elevator door opened and he reached an arm out to hold it open. His free hand came to rest lightly in the middle of her back as he shepherded her out. She felt surrounded by him, and it was the strangest sensation. Maybe it was because she was with men so rarely, or maybe it was because he was so freaking hot, but either way, her breath shortened disconcertingly.
As she exited the elevator, her heel caught in the doors track and stuck momentarily, pitching her off balance. Instantly, Trents strong hand was on her elbow, steadying her. Im such a klutz, she mumbled.
Good thing for you Im not, he replied wryly.
She started down the hallway toward the snazzy suite Aiden had insisted on paying for. Chloe wasnt penniless anymore, but she surely wouldnt have wasted so much money on an extravagant hotel room that, outside of sleeping and showering, shed spent about five minutes awake in each day.
She glanced sidelong at Trent. Are you one of those athletic people who always manage to land on their feet and make the rest of us mere mortals look silly?
He shrugged modestly.
She sighed. Thats what I thought. As she fumbled with her rooms key card, he lifted it from her shaking fingers. Wow. That near miss with the SUV must have rattled her worse than shed realized.
Let me get that. He reached past her to open the door and then did a strange thing. He put a restraining hand on her arm. Wait here.
She frowned as he disappeared into the dark suite. He was back in a minute, flipping on light switches as he came. What was that all about?
What are you standing out here for? he asked.
You told me to She broke off as she caught the glint of humor in his silver eyes. Dry sense of humor this guy had.
She followed him into the suite.
When did you get into town? he asked as he moved over to the picture windows and inexplicably pulled the blinds closed on a magnificent view of Denvers night lights glittering in the rain.
Three days ago.
His brows flickered. And you havent had time to unpack?
She glanced around the suite, startled. I am unpacked. Clothes in the closet, toothbrush in the bathroom.
Jeez. The room doesnt even look occupied. Are you always this neat?
Well, yes. There was nothing wrong with order. It made life infinitely easier. She could always lay hands on exactly what she wanted when she wanted it.
And what do you do for a living, Chloe?