Kimber dreams of adventure—finding it when she's asked to consult on a strange new case with Tristan—a member of The Agency.
Kimberly Melmoth has always dreamed of having a grand adventure, her life filled with excitement, danger and passion. When an old friend invites her to assist in an investigation looking into a project headed by a corrupt agent, she leaps at the opportunity. Sorting through mountains of paperwork doesn't mesh with her idea of being a spy,but the electric attraction she feels to her new partner, Tristan Walters certainly does.
The depth of the instant lust searing through his body takes Tristan completely by surprise. How can one petite woman with a head full of blonde curls overtake him so completely? Her grin can light up a room and her enthusiasm is infectious. His need to protect her at all costs is overwhelming, if only she'd listen to his words of caution!
As the case heats up, both between them and in the laboratory, what should have been a simple data review turns into something far deadlier. Tristan and Kimberly both realise that neither are immune when it comes to each other and the passion that burns between them.
General Release Date: 28th January 2013
Tristan Walters winced as he rotated his right shoulder. It was more from the memory of the pain he’d been in for almost two months, rather than the actual stiffness he felt now. The gunshot wound, still fresh in his mind, had healed as much as it ever would. Only the week before he had been confident the worst of his discomfort was behind him.
But now, with London expecting some bad weather, his shoulder ached once more.
"I think I can safely forecast rain in the next few hours," he told the young, blond man sitting at the desk opposite him. Tristan ran his left hand over his dark brown hair, conscious even without a mirror of the silver beginning to salt itself through the strands.
It hadn’t been until two months ago he’d started to feel his age. He’d lost his Agency partner in the same fight he’d sustained the gunshot wound. Jasper Peterson and he had worked together for almost ten years. Neither of them had been virginal novices—they both had known full well the danger and risk inherent in their work.
That knowledge hadn’t stopped the pain of mourning a good friend and colleague. Preston Jones had transferred in while Tristan had still been doped up on a remarkable cocktail of painkillers and slowly recovering in the hospital. Preston had taken over from their old manager—who had been in collusion with the terrorist directly responsible for Jasper’s death.
When Tristan had returned to work less than a fortnight later, Preston had brought in Lucas Sloan and introduced him to Tristan as his new partner. Like many partnerships, they had begun rockily. Tristan hadn’t been in the mood to break in a newbie, especially not one who appeared to have only just passed his thirtieth birthday. The man had been still wet behind his ears and that was something Tristan wasn’t sure he’d wanted to be responsible for.
Feeling like the stereotypical cranky old man despite the fact he still had a few months before he hit forty, Tristan hadn’t exactly given the man a warm welcome.
Keeping his temper on a short fuse was the fact he’d been relegated to desk duty—mostly paperwork and organising the schedules and week’s roster. It was all busy stuff designed to keep up the appearance of him being one of the team. Tristan found himself frequently grinding his teeth in order to stop himself from snapping at his colleagues. Being chained to his desk felt like the end of the world, and despite knowing it was temporary, the mind-numbing nature of the files was soul-destroying.
All through this Lucas had been patient, something Tristan had appreciated but had not been able to bring himself to acknowledge. As he’d healed, Tristan had found himself chuckling now and then at a quip Lucas would make, or zinging the man with a witty rejoinder.
It had been almost a fortnight after their introduction when Tristan had first invited Lucas down to the local for a pint after their day had ended. The two men had started talking superficially, but the wind-down sessions after a shift had become a semi-regular thing. Slowly, the ice had begun to melt between them.
Now, two months later, while Tristan didn’t think they would qualify as best mates, there was a level of understanding and trust between them. Time and experience would solidify their partnership.
"Who needs the weatherman when my partner is a walking meteorology indicator?" Lucas joked. He tilted his head, the long strands of his blond fringe fell into his eyes and Tristan snorted.
"Bet you twenty pounds over the next six months my shoulder and I predict the rain more accurately than the Met Office do, too."
Lucas appeared to be about to reply when Preston stuck his head out of the door to his office. "Walters! Sloan! In here, now."
The two men exchanged equally blank looks.
"Do you know what this is about?" Lucas asked. They both pushed away from their desks and stood.
"Not a clue," Tristan replied. "I was about to ask you the same thing. I have my final medical later this afternoon to clear me for active duty. We weren’t supposed to be assigned anything new until tomorrow."
"Then it must be something big," Lucas postulated as they walked side by side towards Preston’s office.
"Or boring," Tristan added pessimistically.
Preston Jones had shown himself to be a tough but fair leader. His door always stood open unless he was in the middle of a private meeting. Over six foot of muscle, still evidently in shape from his years in the Army and with a no-nonsense manner, Preston had gone over well with most of the agents. His black hair was still buzzed short, but there was no mistaking the sharp look in his dark eyes. Unlike his field days though, Preston now generally wore dark suits and looked the part of a manager.
Tristan and Lucas both deeply respected the man.
Preston stood behind his desk with a manila folder in one hand and a sheaf of papers in the other. He glanced up as Lucas and Tristan entered the office. Preston nodded to the two chairs in front of his desk and returned his attention to the reports he seemed to be in the middle of sorting.
"Close the door and have a seat, gentlemen," Preston said without looking at either of them again.
Tristan held out a hand and slowly pushed the door closed. Simultaneously both he and Lucas exchanged another silent glance. Tristan cocked an eyebrow. Lucas shrugged.
Elizabeth Lapthorne has been writing professionally since 2002. She has a number of books released and is continually surprised by how much fun she has starting a new book and discovering new characters and situations that they put themselves in. She enjoys going to the gym (usually to chew over her latest problem scene), is rarely without a partially read book and has a weakness for chocolate.
Elizabeth loves to hear from her fans and checks her email religiously.
Reviewed by Literary Nymphs
Tristan and Kimberly realize they have some explosive chemistry when they meet. I really liked Kimberly's enthusiasm, even though she had some wrong ideas about what �spies' do. The author...
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Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed
The quickness of meeting to erotic explosion proved to me that both Kimberly and Tristan were meant to be together...Passionate Immunity is a quick moving story with erotic passion and deadly danger...
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