Title: The Spy Ring
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 9, 2018
Blurb
What happened in Vegas didn’t always stay in Vegas.
Tiffany Blackburn couldn’t believe what occurred during her recent
vacation in Vegas. The careful, single mom decided to let loose and took a risk
for once, allowing a man to buy her a whiskey sour. Regretting it the moment
she woke up alone in a stranger’s bed the next day. Naked. It only got worse,
when she tried to sneak out and discovered something he left on the table. His
wedding ring.
Jagger Chance
never failed to deliver when he was working undercover as a spy for the
government. Women found him sexy and mysterious, which the loner preferred. He
was happy to take risks bringing down notorious criminals but never with his
heart. Until one night in Vegas, after a lot of drinks and a beautiful woman
too sweet to resist, suddenly risking his heart to say ‘I do’ didn’t seem like
a bad idea.
I raised my
cup to her. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”
She raised
hers too and just before taking a sip, she stopped when she looked into the
cup. “It’s green.”
I nodded.
“Yeah, because it’s St. Patrick’s Day. They dye the river green.”
I waved
toward the window even though we were nowhere near the Chicago River.
Tiffany
frowned. “You know Blackburn isn’t my maiden name. It’s Ryan.”
“Okay,” I
said and took a sip from the cup.
“Dying
things green doesn’t mean it’s Irish.” She folded her arms in front of her
chest, plumping up her tits. It caused me to stare. She was wearing a tank top,
it would be impossible for me not to stare.
“Uh huh.” I
nodded not really listening to what she was saying anymore.
“I’ll drink
this beer because it’s beer and I’m thirsty, but know I do it in protest.” She
pulled her hair back as she drank from the cup.
I watched
her chest rise and fall in between sips.
She was so
sexy, even drinking green beer while packing.
Tiffany
drained the cup and let out a loud belch, slamming the cup down on the side
table. She held up a finger and said, “One point.”
I blamed
her son. David and Henrik expanded on the fart game
they made up to include burps. Tiffany told me she was grossed out at first
by the game but was gassy one night and decided to play. She’s been champion
ever since.
“You know
how sexy I find you when you release bodily gases,” I said as I blinked at her.
She
smirked. “You’re just jealous because you can’t beat me.”
Tiffany
picked up the tape dispenser. “David conveniently had to help his friend,
Diego, with a class project. So, it’s just you and me moving the boxes when we
finish packing up.”
“It might
be more purposely, than conveniently.” I put my cup on her dresser and stepped
closer as she finished sliding the tape along the seam of a box.
She put
down the tape dispenser on the table and turned to me with her hands on her
hips.
“Did you
tell David to stay away on moving day?”
“Possibly,”
I said slowly moving closer to her.
“Possibly?”
Tiffany asked.
“Probably.”
I reached
over and slid my hands around her waist.
“Probably?”
She tilted her chin up and curled the corner of her sexy mouth.
“Definitely,”
I said as I watched her eyes darken.
“Definit—”
I cut her off as my hand cupped her neck and my mouth brushed over hers.
She tasted
like madness and as my fingers slid over her skin, her shudder felt like the
sweetest indulgence. I pushed her back onto the bed and dropped to my knees.
“You’re so
easy,” I said as my fingers crawled slowly, but intently, until my hands had
completely unbutton, unzipped, and pulled off her jeans.
Then I
spread her legs.
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Author Bio
Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She's a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she doesn't have to fold laundry.
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