Can their love endure as death casts a shadow over the billionaire spy and his wife?

Plucky publicist Mariana and billionaire spy William Wilson Smith have settled into married life in Will’s cozy cabin in the woods of Connecticut. But this blissful isolation can never last, with constant threats emerging and targeting William’s vast business empire.

Will learns of an island where a foe holds agents captive and sets off to rescue those imprisoned there. Mariana returns to her business in Los Angeles, where she’s captured and interrogated.

They find they must work together to smoke out their enemies. Are they up to the challenge of their first joint mission overseas, or will their marriage—even their lives—be over?

When death comes to dance, Mariana has to decide whether she can survive without her Will.

It might take a miracle, but these twin flames insist on burning bright, even as the darkness tries to swallow them whole.

This is book three in The Billionaire Spy series.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary romance contains elements of action, adventure, mystery, suspense, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Mariana had lived in a permanent state of excitement ever since she and Will had got together, even when he wasn’t around. Just the memory of Will was enough to make her wet. But nothing compared to having him right there to tease and be teased, devour and be devoured, love and be loved.

Will opened one dark green eye to watch her watching him.

“Are you looking for trouble, little one?” he asked. His voice raspy with sleep.

“I’m just admiring the view,” she replied.

His lips curled into a grin and he brought his strong arm around to grab her close to him on the bed. Her hard nipples tingled as they rubbed against his bare chest. Her nose met the point of his. His hand moved south to grasp her buttocks.

“Ouch,” she protested, though the sting from the maintenance spanking she’d received the night before was little more than a memory.

“You’re definitely looking for trouble.” Will chuckled. He kissed her as his fingers moved down to tease her clit.

“A little,” she admitted with a sigh, and kissed him back. “Can I take you in my mouth, Master?”

“Is that how you want to play today?” Will asked, turning her on her back to bite and lick her nipples. “Is that little rose of yours in need of tending?”

“Yes, Master,” she sighed, her breath growing heavy.

Will paused to ponder this for a moment, searching her eyes.

“I have field work today, remember?” Will said. “So, you will have to be a very obedient sub as we go visit the garden ladies.”

“They all want you,” Mariana pouted. “Oh, William, my daffodils are wilting!” Mariana spoke in a mocking high-pitch tone, putting on her impression of a New England accent, which made her sound like a screechy Katharine Hepburn. “Whatever shall become of my tulips? Please, can you examine my bulbs?”

Will couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “I will have my work cut out for me today with you. I can feel it.” He bit her neck. “Very well.” He pinched her left nipple between his index finger and thumb, ignoring her little yelp. “We will play, but you will pay.”

“What do you mean?” Mariana asked, wondering what trouble she’d just got herself into.

“You’ll see.” Will planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Now, I had an offer of your mouth. I intend to collect in the shower, before we get started.”

“You don’t want a morning quickie, first, just to take the edge off?” Mariana asked, her voice sweet and pleading.

“Oh, honey,” he said, thrusting three fingers inside her sheath and massaging her G-spot as he stretched her walls; his thumb pressed hard against her clit. Will brought Mariana nearly to orgasm, then pulled his fingers out and lapped them with his tongue. “The edge is where you live.”