Series: Covert Affairs #3
Published by Cygnet Books on April 18, 2014
Genres: Romantic Suspense
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In need of fast cash to help her brother sneak into the US, Tova Sorenson takes a job as a sexcam operator, sparking an unlikely friendship with her very first customer. When Marcus Lucero's border patrol teammate suggests a sexcam site for female companionship without heartache, Marcus figures he's got nothing to lose.
While danger from Tova's dark side brings them together in the flesh where their chemistry burns hotter than hell, it also exposes their divergent loyalties which could end not only their desires, but their lives.
Joan Swan is the author of the Covert Affairs and Phoenix Rising romantic suspense series. Today we have an excerpt from her recently released novella and a chance to win a digital copy.
Sinful Deception Excerpt
She was so winging it.
Tova hadn’t been prepared to start working yet. Not tonight. It was two in the damn morning. She’d started her day with an organic chemistry midterm, continued with classes and labs until late afternoon, and begun her shift at the diner an hour later. She’d finally gotten home at midnight and spent the last two hours in a crash sexcam class with Carrie, her coworker at the diner, then set up her “model” account on the Playhouse Flirt website.
She’d only been trying to get the camera working before she’d planned on falling in bed because she had to get up in a few hours and do it all over again. But the damn camera was broken. Or defective. Or something. And she wasn’t ready to actually perform, for fuck’s sake.
Beyond that, she was seriously second-guessing this whole damned idea.
But she lifted her hand to her shoulder and let her fingers follow the edge of her top down her cleavage to the V, then started up the other side—because she never dropped out of something midstream. “Would you like to see a little more, Marcus?”
“I’m not here for…um…that,” he said. Her shoulders would have slumped with relief—if she didn’t need the money so badly. “I mean, I was, but changed my mind, then saw you struggling with your camera and, you know, thought I could help.”
Her mind skipped, a flat rock on smooth water. “My…?”
The camera had been on this whole time? She’d been acting like a total loser on an international webcam?
Her heart, and her hope of success, sank. But she knew how to cover in front of an audience.
“Oh.” She forced a casual laugh. “Sorry about that. I just upgraded my camera, and I’m not the most technically savvy.” She eased her tone toward sultry and her smile toward flirty. “But I’m really good at other things. I’ll bet I could hike your interest level if you let me give it a try.”
She had to entice him from the free chat area into the paid private area. Then she had to get naked in front of some invisible guy. Touch herself. Act like she liked it. Keep him tantalized as long as possible and leave him satisfied so he’d come back again.
Tova’s stomach buzzed with so much tension, she thought she might just throw up.
“You are incredibly…interesting,” Marcus said, his voice a deep, powerful, utterly masculine tone that brought a lot of sexy images to Tova’s mind. Images she held on to keep herself going through the call. “But you won’t be able to show anyone how good you are at anything until you get control over that camera.”
She liked his confidence—solid but not overpowering. Pursing her lips, Tova considered the camera, then slumped toward the lower end of her bed. “Well, you’re right about that.”
“Okay, let’s start at the beginning,” he said, his tone conversational. “Are you really having trouble with the camera, or is this part of your…thing?”
Tova drew her knees up to her chest, crossed her ankles, and wrapped her arms around her legs, hoping she gave him a good shot of her thighs. She didn’t know for sure, because she hadn’t been able to see how her movement appeared on camera yet. But, she’d performed on the fly before. And although those performances hadn’t been anything quite like this, her skills still applied.
She rested her chin on her knees, tilted her head so her hair fell down her arm, and let her eyes grow heavy. “My thing?”
“You know, a draw. Something to get guys interested. The damsel in distress or whatever.”
She offered a hot little smirk. “Does that turn you on, Marcus? Do you want to save me?”
Her mind was skipping ahead to the way she might use props she and Carrie had placed strategically around her room, darting back to Carrie’s instruction. With languid moves, she straightened her legs and reached beneath the bed skirt, tugging out a length of white rope. She slid the cording through her hands and held it taut in front of her chest, arching her back so her breasts pushed into the forefront. Then she started winding one end around the opposite wrist.
“I could tie myself up for you… And you could save me…after you’ve done anything and everything you’ve ever wanted to do to a bound woman.”
“Are we going to do all that from where you’re at?” he asked, an edge of humor in his voice. “On the floor in front of your bed?”
She realized he was referring to the limited space, and a flicker of uncertainty burned in her chest, but she pushed forward with a distract-and-delay tactic. “If that’s what you want, Marcus. I’ll get down and dirty with you on the floor. Just click the Private button on your screen, and I’ll be waiting here for you when you finish business.”
A sound came from his side of the computer, something that sounded like the shift of fabric, and an odd flare of hope darted through her chest. Click the button. If she could just get through this first time, she’d be solid. Just like her first time on stage. Her first time in front of an audience. Then a crowd. Then television. Firsts were always nerve-racking. Once she’d gotten past that, she’d always soared. And she’d do the same thing here.
“What if I wanted you on the bed?” he asked, the low and sexy timbre of his voice shivering through her in a way that surprised her. “Or in the shower? Or say…outside? Would you be able to get that camera to work somewhere else?”
God, if his voice matched his looks, he sure as hell did not need to be checking out sexcams to get off. “Oooo,” she crooned, grinning into the camera. “I like the way you think, Marcus.”
“And I like the way you say my name. You do something really sexy with the M and the S that makes me think about your mouth.”
Tova relaxed a little. They were getting into it. She could do this.
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