Top-Secret Bride
Paris, France September
Being here is insane.
SIS agent Marina Bond turned the key to one of the two rooms she'd hired for the afternoon in a seedy hotel in the Montmartre district of Paris, and carefully opened the door. You never knew what you'd find in these disgusting fleabag joints. But it was cheap, and the receptionist wouldn't remember her five minutes from now, even if she hadn't worn a black wig over her strawberry-blond hair.
After giving the small, threadbare room a swift visual inspection she went across the hall to the second room. "At least it's clean," Marina muttered.
And there was no way it could be bugged. She hadn't decided on the place until ten minutes ago. Two rooms might be overkill but, again, you never know.
She checked her watch. She must get this meeting over quickly, since she only had an hour lunch break. ... read full excerpt from Top-Secret Bride ebook
