When not fighting injustice and righting wrongs on ‘Planet Incy’ she works as a Marketing Director. (Unfortunately, her law degree languishes unused, the distinction between good and evil proving too worrisome in real life.)
Her five children are well versed in what scares her (most things) and delight in pushing her neurotic buttons—at their peril.
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London throbs excruciating wealth, with a rich underbelly of sordid gutter-raking…and that’s before I even get to the amazing mish-mash of architecture, the secret alleys and hidden gardens. Throw in the British Intelligence Service, and I couldn’t hope for a more exciting, adventure playground in which to let my armed, untameable agents run amok.
Q. If you had a choice where would you choose to live, and why?
I’d have a penthouse apartment (a huge one) at the Ritz, London. Green Park on the doorstep, Fortnum & Masons a few steps away, catering and housekeeping on call, and all that is London at my feet. Utter bliss.
Q. What comes first when you write a story?
Usually the opening sentence to the book. That’s all it takes. A short chain of words, which excite me. After that I build a probable plot, and start sketching the characters. Characters who have to be at odds with each other, and most likely the world. More often than not, that original sentence gets deleted, but it will have been enough to kick start an entire book. Job done!
Q. Can you name five characteristics we’re likely to find in your heroes, and same for heroines?
Heroes: Tough, protective, rule-breaker, alpha bastard, redeemable.
Heroines: Intelligent, anarchic, strong, mouthy, loyal.
Q. What’s your idea of a perfect day?
Any day free from spillages, leaks, breakages, losses, tears, tantrums, feeding the 5000, shopping, cleaning and vomit is a perfect day. Of course, a terrific book should be at hand, and I must be able to hear laughter in the background. Silence scares me.
Q. Can you tell us anything about your next book?
Special Agent Will Berwick’s story is the next one up. Poor man finds out what it means to be truly compromised. By a corrupt administration, a gorgeous psychotherapist, a honey-trap, a rampaging scientist hell bent on creating super-soldiers, and state secrets that none dare share.
Q. If you weren’t a writer, what would be your next choice of career?
I’d be an architect slash location scout slash salvage yard proprietor.
A warning ignored...a love denied
Four years ago, Major Jack Ballentyne followed Special Agent Lowry Fisk into a death trap. Fortunately, both of them lived to tell the tale, but when he had Lowry drummed out of the British Intelligence Service for her own safety—and his own peace of mind—he knew she’d never forgive him.
Lowry Fisk knew, she just knew, that the Service had a mole, and it was up to the Assassins, the secret black-ops unit of the Service she and Jack belonged to, to find him. And as the Assassins leader, Jack should have believed her, even though she had little evidence beyond a gut feeling. But when he hadn’t, she’d taken it upon herself to find the traitor—and ended up assaulted, shot, and left for dead. Jack had come to her rescue, but it had been too little, too late. Now all she wants to do is forget the attack, the Service, and the sexy, steely-eyed Major with the power to make her feel weak.
But the mole is on the move, and he’s coming for Lowry to finish what he started. Jack has to get the stubborn, dangerously gorgeous woman to let him back into her life and allow him to protect her—without allowing her to worm her way into his heart.
The absurdity of the situation struck, she started laughing. “Do you have to intimidate everyone, Ballentyne?”
“If it gets the job done.”
Her laughter stopped at the word ‘job.’ “And to hell with the consequences?”
She flexed and wriggled against him. He released her. She stepped away to give them both some distance before turning to face him, appalled by the sob stuck in her throat. She wouldn’t cry. She never cried. She might never stop. “You should have asked your stupid questions and listened to my answers four years ago, Jack, because that was your job,” she said quietly.
His hands cupped the curves of her shoulders. “I’m asking, and listening, now.”
“I think you might have left it too bloody late. Patient Peter’s invincible, and he knows it. You and—”
The kiss he brushed across her lips was as unexpected as it was shockingly inappropriate for its timing. But not as shocking as his second pass, his mouth now more certain. Firm and more insistent. Transforming from casual to demanding as if her surrender was not just inevitable but worth the risk and what the hell.
And nowhere near as shocking and inexplicable as her response. Feral and urgent. Like a wild animal caged for too long and suddenly released.
It was she who closed the distance. She who raised her arms to clasp him closer. She who hung on tight. She who opened to allow him a deeper taste. And she who all but climbed his body in need.
He was the one who pulled back. Unwinding her legs from around his waist, he set her firmly aside.
“I kissed you to shut you up about Patient Peter, Lowry, not to start anything,” he said softly. “Think twice before you beckon me down that road, because I won’t apologize later for taking what’s freely offered.” A calm warning. A slap in the face.
She returned the favor.
Her palm made contact with the flat of his cheek with enough force to knock his face from front to profile.
A spurt of bullets riddled an uneven line in the plaster above her head.
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