Heaven Sent, book 6 of The Cordoba Agency series, arrives in five days! I’m so excited for you to meet my new couple – Camila and Alejandro – and join them on the next adventure as they solve a mystery with Las Vegas as the backdrop.
Newsletter subscribers enjoyed the sneak peek I shared in my last newsletter. We’re used to the heroes showing their jealousy, but Camila c*ck blocked when another woman showed interest in Alejandro, and she admitted her bad behavior to him. I think you’ll enjoy this excerpt, as well.
Let me set the scene…
Camila’s younger brother, Miguel, is getting married in Vegas and Alejandro is in town for the wedding. Below, Camila picks him up from the airport, and you’ll get a good idea of what she thinks about her very hot and sexy friend and the internal conflict her feelings cause. Enjoy and then pick up your copy!
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Camila pulled up outside the airport, her palms sweaty and her stomach a haven for butterflies. She sat in the car, watching passengers coming and going as she waited for Alejandro to arrive.
When he finally exited the building, the air stilled, and the world stopped spinning on its axis. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark sunglasses, and his short-cropped hair was covered by a cowboy hat, but she recognized him immediately. She had known him too long not to.
He loved dark colors the same way she loved the color purple. He wore dark jeans and a black and gray muscle shirt that showed off his tattooed arms and biceps. A brown duffel bag was thrown over one shoulder.
Several people—men and women—turned to stare at him, and she couldn’t blame them. He was… eye-catching. Mesmerizing—his mestizo heritage blessing him with golden, tanned skin.
Her fingers tightened on her blinged out steering wheel as she held her breath, her heart thumping with each measured step he took along the sidewalk.
“Get out of the car,” Camila whispered to herself.
At that very moment, Alejandro spotted her purple Beetle and paused, silently commanding her to get her ass out of the vehicle and come greet him. She took a deep breath, climbed out, and went up on the sidewalk, grinning and placing her hands on her round hips.
Alejandro approached slowly, leisurely, his walk as tantalizing as his appearance.
At almost 6’3, he was bulked up with muscles that displayed his strength and power. Tattoos crawled up the left side of his neck—two hissing snakes engulfed in flames. More tats covered his left arm, which she knew went all the way to his shoulder and across his left pec. His right arm was covered in tattoos up to his elbow.
His lips were a sculpted masterpiece, and for years, she’d fantasized about what they would feel like but had never had the pleasure of sampling them. At the moment, they appeared seductive with a roguish smile, but at other times, they hinted at a predatory ruthlessness he had acquired at a young age.
Why had she insisted he stay with her? He’d suggested staying in a hotel, but she had pointed out that she had an extra room since moving into her new place, and there was no need for him to spend the money. Privately, she believed she owed him. When her mother had died, he became her anchor, and his friendship had been invaluable.
They went back and forth until the argument became awkward and he finally gave in. Because she’d insisted. Now she wished she hadn’t. She was definitely a glutton for punishment.
“Look at you,” he said, stopping in front of her.
His voice was lethally seductive. Heavy and deeply masculine, accented with the endearing sound of rolled r’s and a cadence that caused each word to flow with the warmth and rhythm of his native Spanish.
She couldn’t see his eyes but by the tilt of his head knew that he looked her up and down. “Come here.”
He didn’t wait for her to move. He pulled her into a hug, and desire immediately dampened her panties. She winced but in the next breath happily squealed as he lifted her off the ground with one arm, crushing her soft breasts against his hard chest. His trimmed beard brushed against her cheek and tickled her skin.
When he finally placed her back on her feet, she breathed easier.
“Good to see you, güey,” he said.
Camila hated when he called her that—dude, buddy—and grimaced internally. It meant he considered her one of the guys, and she wanted to be… more.
“Good to see you.” She squeezed his biceps. “Have you gotten more muscular?”
“Tal vez,” he said with a cocky grin.
Camila rolled her eyes. “How was your flight?”
“I cannot complain. I arrived safely.” He wore several black necklaces and kissed the black cross pendant on one of them. “Thanks for coming to get me.”
“Not a problem.”
But having him in her home was going to be a problem. How the heck was she going to survive the next two days when her panties were already wet from a simple hug?
“I can’t believe you still have this thing.” Alejandro eyed the car.
“Why do you hate my baby so much?”
“It’s an attention getter. You cannot be incognito in a purple vehicle everybody knows you own.”
She shrugged. “I like being known. I’m not an FBI agent like you.”
“I am not an FBI agent.”
He’d never told her about his work for the government organization that had trained him as a young man. She didn’t even know its name. Now he worked for The Cordoba Agency, a company that provided investigative and bodyguard services. As far as she was concerned, he might as well be FBI. She worried about him and the work he did but took comfort in knowing he was good at his job.
“Put your bag in the back.” Camila hit the key fob, and the trunk opened. While he placed his bag inside, she slid behind the wheel.
Seconds later, Alejandro joined her. Because of his size, everything else shrunk in comparison, and her car suddenly felt way too small for the two of them.
He pushed back the seat to accommodate his long legs.
“Good?” she asked, starting the engine.
“Good,” he confirmed.
