As an undercover FBI agent, Kimi is no stranger to life-threatening situations. So whenher latest assignment leads to one of Boston’s biggest crime families, she’s confident she canhandle the pressure. But as she becomes embroiled in the lives of Finn and Lorcan Donaghey,Kimi realizes she might not be able to separate her job from her heart so easily this time.Readers who enjoy romantic suspense and mafia romances will want to sink their teeth intoRetribution by Wendy Million, an enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity romance.
BlurbAs an undercover FBI agent, Kimi is no stranger to life-threatening situations. When her newest assignment leads to the Donaghey brothers, one ofBoston’s biggest crime families, Kimi is confident she can handle the pressure.But as she becomes embroiled in the lives of Finn and Lorcan,she realizes she might not be able to separate her job as Kim from the heart of Kimi quite soeasily this time.On the cusp of a mob war, Kimi must decide who to believeand who to save. Sometimes doing the right thing means doing something very wrong.Buy Now or Read forFREE with Kindle Unlimited!
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He chuckles and again his gaze roves over my face as thoughhe’s trying to piece me together. My hot-pink dress is garnering little attention from him. Should Ibe pleased or offended? “You got any mates? I’m looking for someone like you.”Carys tightens her grip on me and sips her whiskey. “She’staken. Keep your mitts off her.”He raises his glass, eyeing me over the top. “People who canbe bought aren’t for me, Carys. You know that.”She scoffs. “Not true, Lorcan. I do know you. I’ve played this allwrong. I should have told you she was thinking about leaving my organization.”“I am terribly unhappy.” My gaze connects withLorcan’s, and I offer a mischievous smile.An answering smile spreads across his face. “That so? Now,Carys, you need to treat youreverything woman a touch better before someoneswoops in and sweeps her away.”“As long as you aren’t the someone, Lorcan.” She glances at me. “Iappreciate the effort, but I’m afraid once he’s on the hunt, he can’t be deterred.”“You make me sound terrible.” Amusement pours out ofhim.“I used to like you,” Carys says. “Finn, on the otherhand…”“… is an acquired taste.” Lorcan’s grin fades. “One I’ve gone offrecently.”She glances at me and then back to Lorcan. I’ve seen that lookon her face before. She’s trying to figure out the best approach.“Sorry to hear that,” I murmur, surprised by the sudden chill inthe air.His lips quirk up. “You wouldn’t be sorry if you knew him.” Heempties his whiskey. “It’s been a pleasure, ladies. Thank you for the drink. You know me well,Carys.” With a nod to his men, Lorcan drifts into the crowd, leaving me and Carys to finish ourdrinks on our own.“Shit.” She sighs and taps her glass with a fingernail. “I shouldhave left Finn out of it.” “Can’t ask him if he wants a deal without letting him knowthere’s a deal to be done.”“Their organization buys arms, just not from me.” Carys pursesher lips. “It should be me. It’d be a good time to slip in there. Maybe we can still salvage itlater.”“Are you doing that or…”“If you get a chance to ask, fine by me. Plant a seed, see if itgrows.”Lorcan breezes through the crowd with his two burly securityguards trailing behind him. He’s a small fish in an arms world. Carys does much bigger, moreethically comprised deals than this. She hasn’t let me near those yet. If I get out of here tonightwith what I want, I’ll never see them. I’m going to need to work fast to recapture his attention.His late arrival means there are two hours until this event finishes, and he’s cut our conversationshort.“I’ll see what I can do.”“You’re not one to be charmed,” Carys draws out the words,and I think she must be watching Lorcan like me.I smirk and raise my eyebrows. “Is there a but?”A smile plays on her lips. “No, I suppose there isn’t.”“You’ve got nothing to worry about,” I say. “If I can get him toconsider a deal, I will. And, if not, it’s been a pleasant evening. We haven’t been to an event likethis in a while.” I knock back the rest of my whiskey and wiggle my glass at her.“Another?”“No, I have people I want to connect with. Tonight is biggerthan I expected.”“I’ll be at the bar.”Carys and I move in opposite directions as she heads off tomake or solidify her contacts. I sidle up to the bar and place my empty glass to the side. Thisend of the bar is for standing, but farther down, there are a number of stools with peopleperched on them, chatting away to each other. The ballroom is vast and airy, though theperfume and cologne circulating are enough to cause an asthma attack. Above the bar,pendulum lights are set low to match the rest of the mood lighting. Most of the charitable eventsI’ve attended with Carys have been dimly lit. It must seem too intrusive to ask for money withthe brightness turned to full. I’m waiting for the bartender, wondering how I can slip myselfinto conversation with Lorcan when a shoulder brushes mine.“Be a shame for someone as talented as you to be unhappywith your employer,” a deep voice says in my ear. His lilting accent is a sound I could get usedto. It calls me back to the hours my father spent devouring anything Irish.He’s so close, Lorcan’s hazel eyes are piercing in theirintensity. The musky scent of his cologne floods my senses, and I’m glad for my training. Cool.Unaffected. “How do you know I’m talented?”“Carys isn’t one for bigging people up who don’t deserve it.” Heturns away to signal the bartender with a finger. “Two whiskeys.”In this business, men are everywhere. But there’s something inthe curve of his shoulders, the slant of his jaw under the goatee, which makes him familiar. Partof his appeal has nothing to do with appearance and everything to do with the way he carrieshimself. Confidence seeps out of him, oozing over everything he touches.The bartender passes the two glasses to us, and I pick mine upwith my fingertips, swishing it around, letting the ice clink against the sides.His back is against the bar railing, and his elbows are on thewood, so he can stare out across the wide expanse of the room. When he shifts toward me, hisgaze connects with mine over the rim of his glass. “When are you heading home?”“Tomorrow afternoon. Carys offered to show me some sitesaround Boston.”One side of his mouth twitches as though he’s holding in hisamusement. “Sounds grand.”“Does it?” I avoid looking at him directly, keeping my back tothe room.“Not quite as grand as coming round to mine for ameeting.”“What would we be meeting about?” I peer into my glass, hoperising in me.“See if one of us can make the other an offer they can’trefuse.”“I get offers all the time. I refuse them all.” Our little game of catand mouse amuses me, but I keep my features smooth.“You never had one from me.” Somehow, I’ve managed to finish another drink. “I guess we’llsee what you’ve got then. I’m a tough nut to crack.”He places his finished drink onto the bar. “I’m counting on it.Tell Carys to call me.”When I turn around, he and his men are gone.Buy Now or Read for FREE with KindleUnlimited!
About Wendy Million
Wendy Million is an award-winning author whose contemporaryromances about strong women and troubled men have captivated her loyal readers. She is theauthor of the contemporary second-chance romances, When Stars Fall and Miss Matched.Writing as W. Million, she is the author of the Bellerive Royals series. When not writing, Wendy enjoys spending time in or around thewater. She lives in Ontario, Canada with two beautiful daughters, two cute pooches, and onehandsome husband (who is grateful she doesn’t need two of those).Follow:
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