USA Today Bestselling Author Jillian Dodd is back with a new novel filled with action and romance. Read an excerpt for Spy Girl here!
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About ‘Spy Girl’:
Black X has been training at Blackwood Academy since she was 14 years old and is about to graduate as their star student. However her first mission as a spy has her questioning everything. She must get close a Prince, keep him safe, uncover the assassination against him, and protect him at all costs. Yet his looks and their chemistry aren’t making things easy on X. Will she be able to complete her first mission without falling in love?
Excerpt of ‘Spy Girl’:
The Prince and I have a lovely dinner, then he challenges me to a game of chess, so we sit across from each other at the table in his private study and start the match.
After a few moves, I take one of his pawns.
“Mierda,” he says, taking off his shirt and throwing it over to the couch.
“You have a scrumptious chest, so I’m not complaining, but why did you just take your shirt off? Are you hot?”
“Did I forget to mention that we’re playing strip chess?”
“I didn’t know there was such a thing.”
“Well, if there wasn’t, there is now.” He uses his rook to take my knight and then raises an eyebrow and smirks at me. All I have on is a dress and a pair of heels. I will be stripped in no time.
“Do you want to sleep with me?” I ask him, rather than removing my dress.
“And do you envision this as how our first time happens? Stripping because of a chess game?” I bite my lower lip. I’m really nervous that he’s going to tell me to leave. That he’s sick of waiting — something he’s not used to.
“I’m not sure,” he says tentatively.
“Lorenzo, there’s nothing I’d like more than to shove all these chess pieces off the board and have you do me right here on the table, but—” I run my hand through my hair. I’m struggling with this in a way that has nothing to do with my mission. My feelings for him have crossed the line, so I go with it and tell him how I feel. “It’s odd, really. I’m not at all against casual sex. I like it very much, and it’s something I enjoy participating in. It’s almost a sport in my mind. A game. But you— I don’t want you to be a game.” I look down. “If you want me to leave now, I understand.”
He grasps my hand. “I don’t want you to leave, Huntley.”
I look up into his eyes—eyes filled with love and caring that words have yet to confess — and know I’ll never be the kind of ruthless spy I’m supposed to be.