The Spy Who Snagged Me (Collection)
|by Dakota Cassidy |
cover art by Karen Fox
|Genre(s): Humor & Satire, Collections|
Take a peek inside for super spies (okay, so there's some bumbling involved), super villains (think realllly evil), and one super ghost hunter (with gadgets and stuff, oh, my) plus some super, smokin' hot romance!
James Bondage: An abandoned warehouse, some fancy spy gadgets and two spies vying for the same spy coup. Oh, and a pair of handcuffs...
Blunder Woman: Deep in the heart of the city, evil lurks -- and it wishes Captain Daring dead. One woman alone can save him. Err, right after she graduates from Hero Bootcamp...
Jane's Blonde: When her sister Cindy goes missing, retired -- and newly divorced -- washed-up ex-international spy Jane Blonde gets a call from her old boss. But there's a catch. Alejandro Estes wants back into her bed. And her life.
Who Ya Gonna Call?: What's a guy to do when a hot babe has a ghost that needs busting? Yep -- you guessed it. Gustavo's going in and taking no prisoners... except maybe Devon Masters...
Publisher's note: This collection contains the previously released novellas James Bondage, Blunder Woman, Jane's Blonde, and Who Ya Gonna Call?.
The Spy Who Snagged Me
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Copyright ©2010 Dakota Cassidy
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Of all the days to find out she was going to miss her highlight appointment with her personal hair god, Enrique.
Your mission -- to infiltrate and expose the identity of the ever elusive Missile Marvin. Most notably sought for his arms/nuclear missile dealings with nefarious Middle Eastern terrorists. He is considered extremely dangerous. Utilize every resource available to you when meeting with him, Agent Crisco.
Why did every fucktard bad guy have to be "extremely dangerous"? Couldn't they just be mild mannered so she wouldn't break a nail? She made a mental note to reschedule Enrique because she had a funny feeling her hair was going to need an uber fluffing after this gig.
Cindy Crisco, international spy and ex-beauty queen, glanced one last time at the note from "The Boss" at NSU, locking into her memory the location where the drop from Missile Marvin was to occur, and watched as the paper turned into minute particles, then completely disappeared.
How the fuck the geeks at NSU made stuff disappear before your very eyes was beyond her. That Sheldon in the lab was some kinda genius.
Her eyes fell to her watch/phone on her wrist. If she planned to catch this Marvin, she'd better bust a move. The note from Thor Newcastle, head honcho at NSU, had said he was on the move.
Popping open her briefcase of goodies, Cindy double-checked what was available to her in the event she captured Marvin. A polished, silver nail file winked at her from inside the briefcase. It was, indeed, one of her most lethal weapons. Dried up beauty queens of the world unite!
And capturing Marvin with whatever she had in her bag of tricks was exactly what she intended to do.
She'd worked for months, watching him and waiting for the right moment to pounce. Marvin thought she wanted to buy some guns, and this was their first face-to-face meeting arranged via an NSU plant in Marvin's organization. Cindy couldn't afford to screw this up. Especially with that new guy hot on her heels for a better position at NSU.
Though, she had to admit, the new guy was the shit, even if his name was dumb. Hot, cut, tight ass, biceps the size of bowling balls and shaggy, dark hair that needed her hairdresser Enrique desperately.
Struggling to get into her Lycra jumpsuit, Cindy blew out a breath of air. Obviously, Sheldon's penchant for pretty, shiny things extended to women's clothing as well.
He'd defended the tight garment fervently when she'd first been given it to test squeeze into. "It's bulletproof, Cindy," Sheldon said with superiority from the corner of his mouth as he looked down the lens of the microscope.
"Yeah, and it shows every fricken' bullet hole in my ass," she complained back.
"Those aren't bullet holes, Agent Crisco. That's cellulite," he reminded her quite clinically.
Observant little dork, eh? "Thanks, Sheldon. Do you think when you design the next bulletproof fashion faux pas, it could be a nice bulky sweater and slacks? I think you've been watching too much Matrix."
"It wasn't enough that I made you those mock Pradas so you could run, yet still be 'cute' when you do so, Ms. Former Beauty Queen?" he mocked.
Cindy sighed. Did no one understand the importance of looking your best when nabbing bad guys? "I was just putting in a request."
"I'll look into it, Agent Crisco," he said while his teenybopper face broke into a sly smile.
Cindy rolled her eyes as she zipped up the tight jumpsuit, catching a quick glance at her ass in her full-length mirror.
Bulletproof, schmullet proof.
Excerpt from James Bondage