Spy Fall by Diana Quincy
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Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Blurb:
When a fiery French
parachutist lands on a drunken Lord Cosmo Dunsmore, he surmises she’s an angel
sent from above. But is she a spy after something far more sinister than his
debauched soul?
A fearless parachutist is out of her depth …
Mari Lamarre is gaining fame for her daring aeronautic endeavors, but her riskiest adventure begins when she collides with the darkly charismatic son of the Marquess of Aldridge. If her mission succeeds, Cosmo’s father will be ruined.
A rakehell falls for a dangerous woman …
Surrendering to a fierce passion, the two embark on a torrid affair, even as Cosmo vows to protect his family at all costs. But in doing so, will he risk losing the captivating beauty who’s swept into his life and made off with his heart?
A fearless parachutist is out of her depth …
Mari Lamarre is gaining fame for her daring aeronautic endeavors, but her riskiest adventure begins when she collides with the darkly charismatic son of the Marquess of Aldridge. If her mission succeeds, Cosmo’s father will be ruined.
A rakehell falls for a dangerous woman …
Surrendering to a fierce passion, the two embark on a torrid affair, even as Cosmo vows to protect his family at all costs. But in doing so, will he risk losing the captivating beauty who’s swept into his life and made off with his heart?
Author Bio:
Diana
Quincy is an award-winning former television journalist who decided she’d
rather make up stories where a happy ending is always guaranteed. Diana’s
reporting background is probably the reason many of her books are inspired by
true-life events.
Growing
up as a foreign service brat, Diana visited many countries and is now settled
in Virginia with her husband and two sons. When not
bent over her laptop or trying to keep up with
laundry, she enjoys reading, spending time with her family and dreams of
traveling much more than her current schedule (and budget) allows.
Social Media Links:
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7045151.Diana_Quincy
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Excerpt:
They reached the
hot air balloon, where a stable groom stood waiting to assist her. She stooped
to untie one of the thick cables tethering the contraption to the ground.
“What I have in
mind will give you great pleasure,” she said quietly.
His inky eyes
went alert. “Is that so?”
“Release that
cable, if you please,” she called to the groom.
He tipped his
cap. “Yes, miss.” And proceeded to do just that.
Gesturing toward
the other cable, she said to Cosmo. “Untie that, will you?”
“Whatever for?”
He glanced at it before frowning back in her direction. “If you completely
untether it, the balloon will fly away, as you well know.”
“Exactly.” She
leapt into the wicker boat. “Allons.
Let us go.”
“Go where? You
want me to go up in that?” He took a step back. “I most certainly will not.”
She leaned over
the edge of the gondola. “Pour le
plaisir, remember?”
Shaking his
head, he backed away. Switching to French so the groom wouldn’t understand, he
said, “This is most assuredly not the sort of pleasure I meant.”
“You can show me
what you do have in mind,” she said in the same language, as she bent over to
retrieve and throw sand-filled ballasts out of the gondola.
“Come away from
there and I gladly will.”
“I prefer that
you come in here.” She offered him the most wickedly sensual smile in her
feminine arsenal.
He blinked. Then
swallowed. “Angel, you will be the death of me.”
“Perhaps just a
little death.”
He narrowed his
eyes at her. La petite mort was the French term for the peak of sensual
pleasure. “Is that a naughty French reference? Or are you teasing me?”
She laughed
aloud, exhilarated at the thought of soaring into the clouds with him. “You
shall have to fly with me to find out.”
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