Midnight Captive: A Killer Instincts Novel by Elle Kennedy (English) Paperback B

Description: Midnight Captive by Elle Kennedy Includes an excerpt from the authors Claimed. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The sixth book in a sexy and action-packed romantic suspense series from a talented author on the rise."For those who enjoy their romantic suspense on the dark and steamy side,"* heres the blisteringly sexy new novel in the Killer Instincts series by the author of Midnight Action and Midnight Pursuits...Former CIA agent Bailey Jones has spent months trying to forget her night of passion with mercenary Sean Reilly. An elite and methodical assassin, she has no room in her life for a reckless, rule-breaking Irishman, and shes vowed to steer clear of the tempting bad boy who lured her into his bed under false pretenses.When Sean is implicated in the robbery of a Dublin bank, Bailey knows something isnt right. So what if she cant trust him? Theres no way Sean would end up on the wrong side of the law. In fact, hes stuck in the middle of a dark and dirty conspiracy that could put his twin brothers life at risk with one wrong move. And Baileys life too when she agrees to help.As the stakes are raised and Bailey finds herself torn between two brothers, the fine line between danger and desire is crossed...and itll take more than a killer instinct to survive.*New York Times bestselling author Christy Reece Author Biography Elle Kennedy is the New York Times bestselling and RITA-nominated author of the Outlaws series, the Killer Instincts series, the Briar U series, and many more novels. She grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a BA in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager. She loves strong heroines, alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting! Review Praise for the Killer Instincts novels: "Elle Kennedy…leaves you breathless." —New York Times Bestselling Author Vivian Arend"Heart-stopping, riveting suspense." —*New York Times Bestselling Author Christy Reece"Hard-core romantic suspense loaded with sensuality."—USA Today "A gripping, pulse-pounding tale."—Publishers Weekly "An adrenaline-filled, exhilarating ride."—Fresh Fiction"Suspenseful, heartbreaking, and full of sexy times."—Fiction Vixen"As sexy as it is exciting."—Joyfully Reviewed Promotional Former CIA agent Bailey Jones has spent months trying to forget her night of passion with mercenary Sean Reilly. An elite and methodical assassin, she has no room in her life for a reckless, rule-breaking Irishman, and shes vowed to steer clear of the tempting bad boy who lured her into his bed under false pretenses. Review Quote Praise for the Killer Instincts novels: "Elle Kennedy…leaves you breathless." - New York Times Bestselling Author Vivian Arend "Heart-stopping, riveting suspense." -* New York Times Bestselling Author Christy Reece "Hard-core romantic suspense loaded with sensuality."- USA Today "A gripping, pulse-pounding tale."- Publishers Weekly "An adrenaline-filled, exhilarating ride."- Fresh Fiction "Suspenseful, heartbreaking, and full of sexy times."- Fiction Vixen "As sexy as it is exciting."- Joyfully Reviewed Promotional "Headline" Former CIA agent Bailey Jones has spent months trying to forget her night of passion with mercenary Sean Reilly. An elite and methodical assassin, she has no room in her life for a reckless, rule-breaking Irishman, and shes vowed to steer clear of the tempting bad boy who lured her into his bed under false pretenses. Excerpt from Book ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Chapter 1 Somerset County, England "Being a hermit isnt healthy, you know." Bailey paused to shoot a pointed stare at her friend before continuing to wander through the cozy living room of Paiges isolated country house. Wall-to-wall bookshelves took up nearly half of the room, crammed with hundreds of titles that all looked well read. The lingering scent of smoke wafting out of the massive stone fireplace hinted that Paige had lit a fire recently. It was obvious that the woman spent a lot of time in this room, which corroborated Baileys belief that her friend was a total recluse. "Says who?" From her perch on the overstuffed sofa, Paige sipped her Merlot, unperturbed by the accusation. Watching the other woman daintily hold the stem of her wineglass was almost jarring. With her slight frame, light-red hair, and fair, freckled face, Paige Grant was cute and delicate--and the last person youd imagine to be a ruthless assassin. But Bailey supposed all of her colleagues were the same in that way. Sweet and harmless on the surface, tough and deadly beneath it. Bailey herself was no stranger to death and violence. Seven years in the CIA followed by five working for a dangerous assassin had definitely hardened her. She didnt see the world as sunshine and rainbows--she saw it for what it was: cold, toxic, and treacherous, with rare moments of warmth and compassion slicing through the darkness like shards of moonlight. If you were lucky. She hadnt experienced many warm and fuzzy moments in her life, not as an adult, and certainly not as a child. But right now was one of those moments. Spending the weekend in a beautiful, albeit run-down, English farmhouse, sipping deliciously smooth wine, catching up with one of her best friends. Sunshine and rainbows, all right. "Says me," Bailey announced, returning to the couch and flopping down on the other end. "Youre too young and beautiful to be hidden away here. You should be out and about, kicking ass and breaking hearts." Paige snorted, then set her glass on the weathered oak coffee table and spoke in her crisp British accent. "First, I kick plenty of ass, thank you very much. Second, Im not interested in breaking any hearts, but if youre hinting that I need a good shagging, then dont worry. Im doing just fine. And third, you say all this as if youre a social butterfly, when we both know for a fact that you, my dear, are as big of a loner as I am." Bailey couldnt argue with that. Loner was her middle name. But still, her friends shut-in ways bothered her. Paiges bubbly personality was completely incongruous with a life of isolation. "At least I attended our bosss wedding," she said mockingly. "You did not! They eloped." Bailey grinned. "Yeah, but I flew to Costa Rica after I heard the news to drop off a wedding present." Paige rolled her eyes. "Yes, well, I couriered a gift. And mine was most certainly better than yours." Curiosity flickered through her. "Whatd you get them?" "A ten-book set aptly titled How to Keep the Sexual Fire Burning After Marriage ." Paige laughed in delight. "Noelle sent me a text message in reply. Two words. Fuck and off ." Bailey burst out laughing. She wouldve paid money to see their bosss face when she opened Paiges gift. Poor Noelle had already been annoyed enough that her former love turned enemy turned love again had twisted her arm until she married him. But Jim Morgan was a stubborn alpha male, and the deadly mercenary had insisted they get married . . . or else hed drag her down the aisle kicking and screaming. And the icing on the cake--hed talked Noelle into taking his last name, which officially made her Noelle Morgan now. Maybe she was a jerk, but Bailey found the whole situation hilarious. Shed met Morgan two months ago in Paris after hed reconnected with her boss, and she really liked the man. She was glad he and Noelle had finally worked through their decade-long issues. Though their union did have one drawback. Noelle and Morgan had joined professional forces. Which meant that Bailey and the rest of Noelles assassins--chameleons, as theyd been dubbed--now worked for Morgan too. "Im still not sure how I feel about it," she confessed. Paige furrowed her brow. "My wedding gift? Why? I thought it was awesome." "No, not the gift--it was awesome. I was just thinking about our new working arrangements," Bailey clarified. "Were not mercenaries. We work alone." "Dont worry. Noelle knows that. She said well still be working solo, but if Morgans team ever needs undercover help, theyll call us in." Crap. Crappity-crap-crap. Bailey quickly swallowed the lump of unhappiness that rose in her throat, but clearly she hadnt managed to mask her expression, because Paiges blue eyes narrowed. "Whats the problem? Youve helped Morgan out before. And God knows I get a call from him or Noelle at least once a week hitting me up for tech assistance." "Which you can do from home," Bailey said, pointing to the insane collection of laptops on the long table across the room. Cables and power strips snaked along the floor, some of them climbing toward the exposed-beam ceiling, all plugged in to Paiges command central, as she called it. The woman was a wizard when it came to computers, which was why she was on everyones speed dial. If you wanted information, Paige Grant was your first and only call. Unless it was the kind of information a computer couldnt find . . . in that case, that honor went to the Reilly brothers. Aka the reason Bailey was unbelievably reluctant to call herself a member of Jim Morgans team. "I still dont see the issue," Paige said in confusion. "Morgans a good guy--you said so yourself. Besides, you were the one just talking about breaking hearts. Think of all the hot single men youll be working with. Liam Macgregor is a bloody movie star, that Sullivan guy is smokin hot, and then theres the scary sexy badass . . . Whats his name? D? Plus theres Sean--actually, wait, hes off the team--and the cute rookie--" "Wait, back up." Bailey had frozen at Paiges last remark. "What do you mean Seans off the team? Since when?" "Since about a week ago, apparently. I spoke to Abby the other day and she said he suddenly quit." "Did he say why?" "He told Morgan he works better alone and that he was wrong to think hed be able to function on a team." Paige shrugged. "Or something along those lines." Baileys brow furrowed. She supposed that made sense. Sean Reilly didnt take orders well. He was also impulsive to the core, exactly the kind of man whod join a mercenary team and then abruptly change his mind less than two months later. A sudden rush of bitterness flooded her chest. Yup, she was well acquainted with Seans impulsive nature. Shed experienced it firsthand nearly a year ago, after the cocky Irishman had seduced her under the pretense that he was someone else. And you let him. It was hard to ignore the internal accusation--especially since it was one hundred percent accurate. Truth was, she couldnt lay all the blame for that night on Sean. The second hed slid into her darkened hotel room shed known he wasnt Oliver, Seans equally gorgeous twin and the sweeter, more mature of the brothers. Shed known , yet shed still allowed him to touch her. Kiss her. Fuck her. Aggravation clamped around her throat as old memories crept into her head, wicked images and seductive words whispered in a deep Irish brogue. Damn him for lying to her. Damn herself for playing along with the lie. "I guess he headed back to Dublin to join forces with Ollie again," Paige was saying, oblivious to Baileys inner turmoil. "Which is probably where he belongs. The Reilly brothers, information dealers extraordinaire, bona fide Irish heartbreakers." The redhead slanted her head. "Didnt you go out with Ollie a while back?" Bailey nodded, keeping her expression veiled. "Yeah, we went out a couple of times. We decided we were better off as friends, though." "Pity. Hes quite cute. Sean, too, though thats a given considering theyre identical." The conversation was veering into dangerous territory Bailey wanted to avoid. She hadnt told any of her colleagues about her night with Sean. The only person who knew about it was Liam Macgregor, who, in the past couple of months, had somehow become one of her closest friends. Figure that one out. Maybe she wasnt as much of a loner as shed thought. "Okay, enough man talk. This is our annual girls getaway, remember?" She grinned at her friend. "What cheesy rom-coms did you get for us?" Paige looked delighted. "Oooh, I ordered a bunch of them from the movie channel on the telly. Youre in for a treat." Bailey laughed as the other woman swiped the remote control from the end table and turned on the television. Back when shed worked for the CIA, evenings like this hadnt existed in her life. Shed been a solo operative, spending months undercover and executing covert missions on foreign soil. She still did all that for Noelle, except nowadays she actually managed to squeeze in some downtime. Which was kind of comical--two assassins curled up on a couch with popcorn and wine, about to watch sappy romantic comedies. Life was strange sometimes. "I ordered that movie about the chick who loses her memory and her hubby has to make her fall in love with him again," Paige revealed as she clicked the remote. The television was turned to Details ISBN0451474422 Author Elle Kennedy Short Title MIDNIGHT CAPTIVE Pages 368 Language English ISBN-10 0451474422 ISBN-13 9780451474421 Media Book DEWEY 813.6 Imprint Signet Subtitle A Killer Instincts Novel Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Edition 6th Audience Age 18 Series Number 6 Series A Killer Instincts Novel Year 2015 Publication Date 2015-06-02 US Release Date 2015-06-02 UK Release Date 2015-06-02 Narrator Tom Judd Illustrator Tom McLaughlin Translator Brian Boyd Edited by Brian Boyd Birth 1939 Affiliation Associate Professor of Psychiatry, Bipolar Clinic and Reseach Program, Massachusetts General Hospital Position Associate Professor of Psychiatry Qualifications Ph.D. Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Format Paperback Audience General NZ Release Date 2016-02-29 AU Release Date 2016-02-29 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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