Two assassins. One little problem…
Finding dirt on politicians is usually easy, but Congressman Clements is more careful than most. Never one to back away from a challenge, devious Diamond enlists her old friend Snow in a scheme to catch their target in a compromising position.
But the world of espionage rarely runs smoothly. Diamond soon finds herself stuck in an awkward position as she battles to save the job and fights her feelings for the man she loves.
Black is my Heart is a prequel to both the Blackwood Security and Blackwood elements series. Diamond and Snow’s stories are available in full right now.
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Excerpt – the job:
Ah, the Kerrane Agency. Washington, DC’s most exclusive provider of female companionship, as their website put it, whose motto was literally “You don’t pay for sex. You pay for discretion.” The girls there were covered by hefty NDAs, they’d happily play along with elaborate cover stories, and they got paid enough that bribery was difficult. A year with Kerrane could set a college girl up for life, and some went on to treat it as a career.
“Tricky.”
“I need to get to a Kerrane girl,” Dan said. “Any ideas?”
“None of them’ll want to go up against Clements. He’s got seventy-five million reasons to accuse a girl of lying and drag her name through the mud.”
“And he also has a well-paid assistant set up to take the fall if we get too close.”
“If only he put as much effort into advocating for his constituents as he does into getting laid.”
“America would be a better place, right? Speaking of getting laid, how’s the—”
“Shut up.”
“I don’t understand how you’ve let the whole celibacy thing go on for so long.”
“Because I’m waiting for Mr. Right.”
“But who knows how long that’ll take? It’s not like you put any effort into looking. When was the last time you went on an actual date?”
“Define ‘date.’”
“Something more romantic than fucking Jed Harker in the second-floor restroom.”
“You know about that?”
“Sweetie, Malachi saw the two of you go in there. Everybody knows.”
Including my husband. Fuck. Damn Mal and his penchant for gossip. In a past life, he was one of those old ladies who loved to sit out on the porch all day, drinking iced tea and knitting while they dissected the neighbourhood goings-on in minute detail.
“Jed had to catch a flight,” I muttered. “We were in a hurry.”
“Jed isn’t the only man out there with working equipment. Why not have Mr. Right Now while you wait around for Mr. Right?”
“How about getting back onto the subject of work? You know, that thing we pay you for?”
“Should I bow down to the Queen Bitch as well?”
“If you like.”
She kicked me in the shin instead. “Okay, work. Find me a Kerrane girl who’ll talk. You know you love a challenge, my Queen.”
