Undercover Captor. Cynthia Eden

      

       Some dreams couldn’t touch reality.

      He put his hand under her chin, aware of the weight of that dangling cuff. He tilted her head back so that he could plunder her mouth, so that he could taste her.

      Hell, in that moment, he wanted to consume her.

      His body ached for her. Need pulsed through his veins, and if they weren’t in some pit of hell, if the bad guys weren’t just down the hallway …

      Drew lifted his head. “Then you’d be mine,” he rasped.

      Tina blinked and shook her head. “What?”

      He kissed her once more, just because he had to do it. There’s no way we’re dying. The woman was full of secrets, and he’d be sure he had the chance to discover every single one.

      Undercover Captor

      Cynthia Eden

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author CYNTHIA EDEN writes tales of romantic suspense and paranormal romance. Her books have received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and she has received a RITA^® Award nomination for best romantic suspense novel. Cynthia lives in the Deep South, loves horror movies and has an addiction to chocolate. More information about Cynthia may be found on her website, www.cynthiaeden.com, or you can follow her on Twitter (www.twitter.com/cynthiaeden).

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      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Epilogue

       Chapter One

       Excerpt

      Chapter One

      “You’re making a mistake!” Dr. Tina Jamison shouted as she was hauled out of the nondescript brown van and pushed into the dimly lit parking garage.

      But the four men—all wearing black ski masks—didn’t seem to care that they’d grabbed the wrong woman.

      And they had gotten the wrong person. They must have made some kind of mistake. There was no way these armed gunmen could actually want her.

      The man on the right jabbed his gun into her back. “Move!”

      When someone shoved a gun at her, Tina knew exactly what to do. Move. Just as the man had ordered. But Tina was scared and she stumbled, nearly slamming face-first into the cement as she hurried to follow the guy’s order.

      This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.

      She’d been safe in her hotel room less than an hour ago. Sleeping. Minding her business.

      She’d woken to find a man leaning over her. His hand had flattened over her mouth before she could scream. Then he’d put a gun to her head and told her that if she wanted to live, she’d follow his orders.

      Tina wanted to keep living.

      One of the men pushed open the stairwell door. Then the gun was poking into her back once more. Tina got the message loud and clear, and she started double-timing it up those concrete stairs.

      Why? Why have they taken me? “Look, you’ve got the wrong girl.” She tried telling them this fact for what had to be the fiftieth time. They needed to see reason and listen to her. “I’m a doctor, okay? Just a doctor who—”

      “We know exactly who you are,” the man with the gun replied in a hard, lethal voice. “And we know just what Mercer will pay to get you back.”

      Her blood iced as Tina grabbed for the stair railing. Mercer. Oh, no. With the mention of Bruce Mercer’s name, the situation went from bad to unbelievably, terribly worse. Because Bruce Mercer was the director of a covert group of agents who conducted secret missions for the United States’ government. Bruce Mercer operated the EOD, the Elite Operations Division.

      Bruce Mercer was also her boss.

      But I’m not an agent! I’m a doctor! The one who patches up the wounded after a battle.

      Because Tina had learned long ago that she didn’t mix so well with danger.

      Her heart was about to gallop out of her chest right then and, taking a breath— Oh, yes, it was hard. Painful. She was very afraid that she might be about to hyperventilate. Her breath sure seemed to be wheezing out with each frantic exhale.

      “Can you...” Tina huffed. “Move the gun?” If the guy stumbled, that gun could accidentally discharge. She knew firsthand the kind of severe damage a shot to the spine would do to a victim.

      “No, I can’t.” The gun jabbed harder into her.

      “Look, I—I...” She tried to suck in air. Don’t panic. Don’t. “I’m not who you think I am!” She wasn’t an EOD agent. If these men were taking her because they mistakenly thought that she had some kind of classified information she could give to them, they were dead wrong. She didn’t have the clearance level needed to access that sort of intel.

      “We know you’re not an agent,” the man snapped. “Now keep climbing. Faster.”