He was only supposed to be a job. Why can't she walk away?
Colton Davies, an ex-Marine turned cop, stumbles across a damsel in distress while working the beat and rushes to her aid. Unbeknownst to him, Kristen Trevelyan isn’t an old classmate who accidentally locked her keys in the car, but a spy working for a classified agency. She’s tasked with getting close to the police officer, but she never anticipated how close they’d become.
Action, adventure, dangerous gun battles, sizzling romance scenes, tender words of affection, and more await you in Undercover Siren.
In the author's words . . .
I love that this is a book with two older leads who help each other. Kristen is a highly trained and talented spy, but her life keeps her lonely and bereft. Colton is an ex-Marine and cop that fears letting anyone too close lest they flee. Together, they overcome a dangerous plot that neither could have survived alone. It surprises both how hard they're capable of falling in love.
Enjoy a sneak peek from Undercover Siren
by Ellen Mint
“Colton?” a weary voice whispered from beyond the sanctified glow of the television.
He whipped his head away and gulped. Kristen stood in silhouette, her body naked as she tried to dig sleep out of her eye. Because she stayed over. Because you thought you’d be fine to see her.
No. No. Damn it!
“Are you…playing a game?” she asked while easing far enough into the living room to peer at the tv. “At three in the morning?”
“It’s…” he gnashed his teeth together, “I’m, it’s not what it, sort of, um…” He had nothing, no explanation for his actions. Turning away from her, he focused only on the racetrack, his fingers still working the buttons on the controller without his brain.
Kristen blinked, her hands crossed over her breasts as she stared down at him. He expected a scolding, feeling more childish with every moment as cartoon sound effects rang out over the tv. Her voice softened to a whisper as she pleaded, “Is something wrong?”
Closing his eyes, Colton released the controller. He heard his little dragon crash into a wall and burst into a ball of glittery flame but he didn’t care. Air refused to get into his lungs, all of it clogging in his throat as he tried to scrape up an answer. An explanation. He was so damn tired of wearing this secret — like a hidden tattoo that if anyone saw they’d instantly judge him for getting. As if he had a choice in the matter.
“I have PTSD,” he gasped out fast, his eyes shut tight while he whipped everything off his chest, “From my time in the marines. It comes and goes, usually at night. That’s when it, when it gets really bad. Crushing, so I… The darkness, it sounds so stupid to say but I can’t stand the dark. There was a time when—”
He slammed his mouth shut with that. Speaking about it, thinking about his two weeks in the void would bring months of nightmares. He never wanted to talk about it, to keep going back to that awful place ever again.
“So I…I play this stupid game. It’s loud to combat the silence, and-and colorful to go against the darkness. And…” Colton crumbled, his head crashing to his chest.
She hadn’t said a word, nor moved. Just stood there taking in his words as he spat them out. Colton dug a hand against his forehead but couldn’t surface an answer.
Yanking it away, he glanced up at the silhouette in the darkness and gulped, “I’m not, it doesn’t mean I’ll get violent. I don’t, anyway. Or hear voices. I just…I need to be in light for awhile, and sound, and to-to not…”
To not fear that everything in his world was crumbling like sand on the high tide around him. To feel carpet under his feet and not frozen cement. To touch his legs and remind himself they weren’t shattered. To dig his fingernails into his remaining sanity and wrap it around his brain like a blanket.
It sounded like a monumental thing to ask of anyone. Taking in a shuddering breath, he glanced up at her. Lips pursed, she seemed to be thinking hard. Her head bobbed before her eyes lifted and landed upon him.
“Okay,” was all she said before turning on her heel and marching back to the bedroom.
Colton swallowed as he felt a brick fall off the wall. No doubt she was dressing quickly, extricating herself as soon as possible from this broken tin soldier to find a normal life.
Feet padding down the hall drew Colton to look up. He expected to see her in the skirt and blouse she wore from work, but only his old grey henley swaddled her chest and arms. Her bottom was left bereft of pants as she crested a blanket over her shoulders like a cape. “Wha…?” Colton began.
“Sorry, but your living room is freezing,” she said with a shrug and against all common sense plopped onto the floor beside him.
End of Excerpt
Copyright © by Ellen Mint
Learn more by visiting the author's website. UNDERCOVER SIREN released March 2018.
Meet the Author
Ellen Mint adores the adorkable heroes who charm with their shy smiles and heroines that pack a punch. She recently won the Top Ten Handmaid's Challenge on Wattpad where hers was chosen by Margaret Atwood herself. Along with her husband and black lab, she spends a lot of time with her skeletons -- don't worry, they're just Halloween props.
Undercover Siren by Ellen Mint
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Heat Level: 4
Language Level: 3
Violence Level: 3
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