Code Name: Dove (Silhouette Bombshell Series) [NOOK Book]


Assignment: Seduction

Meet the CIA's best-kept secret, Nova Blair, aka the Dove. A woman so disarmingly beautiful, her enemy never sees her fierce aikido back kick coming. Which was why Nova was tapped to track down a suspected ecoterrorist. Get close to him,her handler ordered, by any means necessary.Seduction was a weapon Nova had never resorted to before. But with the threat of a major biological attack, she'd do what it took. . .

Then she ...

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Assignment: Seduction

Meet the CIA's best-kept secret, Nova Blair, aka the Dove. A woman so disarmingly beautiful, her enemy never sees her fierce aikido back kick coming. Which was why Nova was tapped to track down a suspected ecoterrorist. Get close to him,her handler ordered, by any means necessary.Seduction was a weapon Nova had never resorted to before. But with the threat of a major biological attack, she'd do what it took. . .

Then she met her target. Jean Paul was irresistible, charismatic-the first man to make her feel anything in a longtime. Her partner demanded she pull out, saying she was losing her priorities. Nova knew she'd get out before she got in too deep. Unless, of course, she was in too deep already. . .

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426851209
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 12/14/2009
  • Series: Dove Miniseries Series , #4
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 1,050,229
  • File size: 958 KB

Meet the Author

Born in Oklahoma, raised in Colorado, Judith moved to Los Angeles when she was thirteen.

Writing is a great adventure for Judith. Readers enjoy the exotic settings she describes in her historical and adventure novels. For Voice of the Goddess, she traveled to Crete and Turkey to research the Minoan society and goddess cultures -- including out-of-the-way places like eight-thousand-year-old Çatal Hüyük in the heart of Turkey. For The Amazon and the Warrior, she visited the site of Troy and the museums in Ankara and Istanbul.

Judith currently lives in Rancho Bernardo, California. In addition to writing books and screenplays, she spends part of her workdays promoting the concept of a future without war. As described in her book Women, Power, and the Biology of Peace, this is an idea she believes is actually achievable if we have the will to put into place the conditions that would foster nonviolent means of resolving conflicts.

Judith loves country and classical music, and also great food, with the exception of raw-egg sushi. She has no pets or children. "My link to animals is strong, but it comes from connection with wild creatures;-- those that are attracted to my yard, those that fly overhead or bathe in a nearby pond, those like the coyotes or bobtail cats that live around us if we just take the time to look. And, of course, I love camping. As for children, that wasn't in the cards for my husband and me, but I am extremely close to my nieces and nephews. The love and support of my family and friends is the most valued aspect of my life."

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First Chapter

Code Name: Dove

By Judith Leon

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-51318-6

Chapter One

The cougar had already moved two of her young to a new hiding place. Suddenly she stopped, a third cub dangling in her mouth, one of her paws poised midstride.

Nova Blair held her breath. Until this moment the morning air on this fifteen-hundred-foot-high bluff overlooking Gunsight Canyon had been as still as death. Hoping to capture a photo that National Geographic itself would snap up in a millisecond, Nova had taken a gamble and eased out from her blind. She'd moved into the only position where she could get a shot not only of the mother carrying the cub but, in the same frame, the other two cubs playing just outside their lair. But only a few heartbeats ago Nova felt a cool caress across the back of her neck. And that stirring breeze had carried her scent to the mountain lioness.

The cougar turned her head in Nova's direction then set her cub on the rust-red sandstone so typical of the Indian Country around Lake Powell.

Nova's cover was blown. She had feared this might happen. She stuffed the Nikon into the soft-sided camera bag looped across her chest and under her jump harness. Smiling at the cat and speaking as she stood, she said, "Seems it's time to make an emergency exit, but I still gotcha, you beautiful thing."

Nova turned anddashed for the stone shelf one hundred feet away. It jutted finger-like into the space over the long drop to the canyon floor. The skittering sound of loose pebbles followed, the sounds of a cougar racing to catch her.

From the stony finger's tip, Nova threw herself into the void, arms and legs stretched wide to gain stability. Below lay the canyon floor, seemingly barren but for a feathery lime-green trace of tamarisks along the lake edge. And beyond, the magnificent lake itself, azure-blue against vast miles of red sandstone buttresses, cliffs and palisades that eons of wind and water had carved here.

Nova pulled the rip cord of the base jump canopy, felt the sudden yank in her crotch and under the arms as the blue-and-white chute deployed, and began a gentle, controlled glide to the ground.

This morning her hike up to the blind she put in place yesterday, when the first cub had been moved, had taken two and a half hours. The trip down would take less than a minute, her ride to the airport and then the flight back home to San Diego maybe five hours and tomorrow she would develop some of the best photos ever taken of the American cougar in the wild.

"Beautiful," she yelled, the words of joy whipped away from her mouth by the wind and carried down the canyon.

Valdez, Alaska, 1:00 a.m. Sunday, May 15

The fishing trawler Polaris sliced through heavy drizzle and a calm sea at the mouth of Port Valdez Bay. From the aft deck a man in black peered through the Arctic darkness toward the shore, a tight knot of excitement like a clenched fist in his chest. Along the shore the pipeline terminal lights stood out like diamonds against black velvet.

His face drooped on the right side, its nerves severed by an old wound. He stroked the damp, corpselike cheek and sucked another lungful from his cigarette. In ten minutes they would launch the Zodiacs. He snuffed the cigarette on the heel of his boot, jammed the butt into one of his flack vest pockets and entered the cabin.

Nine pairs of eyes fixed on him. These were The Founder's elite - Earth's Warriors. Every man here had trained in the special forces of various armies before their dedication to The Founder, but still two faces showed fear: the Nigerian, Kariango, and the Frenchman, "Slow Jack" Soustelle.

"You two look ready to piss your pants," he said in English. "It's time to fix that." He strode to the forward bulkhead, fished out the key on the chain around his neck and opened the locked compartment. He removed a small, gray box that captured the men's attention as though it were a priceless jewel. The Founder's enforcer laid the box on the narrow central table, tilted the lid back and gently plucked the pencil-thin, pale yellow glass ampoule from its foam cushion.

He held it up so the men could see it. "Speed. Strength. Fearlessness. One smell of this and you'll be ten times the men you are now."

He scanned all their faces. "Ready?"

Dark-painted faces nodded. The men gave him grunts of eagerness. Slow Jack said, "Damn right! Bring on the coffee!"

The Founder's enforcer snapped the ampoule's slender neck. There was a slight click, and then the smell of burned coffee quickly diffused through the cabin. He sucked in a deep breath of the drug and felt immediately the flutter of an accelerating pulse. The others followed his example. The drug was altering their bodies, their fight response heightening in a way that made them - short of death itself - invincible. A test bar of steel, half an inch thick, lay on the table. He picked it up and, bare-handed, bent it in two. The men murmured. He gestured toward the door. "Get the boats into the water."

Thirteen minutes later he huddled with his men on stony ground fifty feet up from the shoreline, hidden under starlit darkness and four camouflage thermal blankets. The security system set up by the Alyeska pipeline oil partnership was ridiculously inadequate. A single fence, half a dozen cameras and only a token force of armed security guards. No motion detectors, no dead man's entrance, no slalom barriers. Only a few feet away lay a dead-end cul-de-sac in the road near Loading Berth Five.

The drizzle thickened into cold, pelting sleet. Finally the red security truck appeared. He nudged Wyczek. The two of them shimmied free of the blanket, hugged the ground as they moved apart till they reached the pavement on opposite sides of the cul-de-sac. The truck entered the turnaround and circled. Wyczek rose. The dummkopf driver's mouth dropped open in amazement. The man hit the brakes, fumbled at his holstered gun.

The enforcer bolted across the asphalt and, with his bare fist, shattered the window. He grabbed the door, ripped the thing off its hinges and tossed it aside, then pulled his combat knife. The driver turned. The enforcer slid across the seat and rammed his blade under the ribs, up into the man's heart. "Terra eterna," he whispered.

He holstered the knife and then grabbed the driver's twitching body with both fists, yanked it from the truck and threw it like a rag doll to the side of the road. With his men, he piled into the truck bed.

Wyczek leaped into the truck cab and drove them back toward the terminal entrance. They turned right onto an access road to the upper levels, cruised past the Operations complex. The enforcer scanned for signs of danger.

"Still no alarm," Slow Jack muttered.


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All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    engaging espionage romance

    The eco-terrorists strike in Alaska and elsewhere. Afterward their leader The Founder tries to blackmail four western governments into ¿cleaning up¿ their act or else face further consequences including death in the air, at sea, or on land.--- CIA Deputy Director of Operations Price assigns veteran special agent Nova Blair and her partner newcomer, Joe Cardone, to lead the inquiries into who the Founder is. Circumstantial evidence points towards German eco-politician Jean-Paul Konig, head of the Homeland Party and former member of the Greens. As Nova infiltrates Jean-Paul¿s operation, they begin to fall in love. However, the proof keeps piling on that her beloved is an internationally blackmailing killer and besides even if somehow he is not he would never trust her again once he learns she is CIA to the core.--- This engaging espionage romance works on two levels. Besides the obvious spy-counter spy subplot, the conflict between the lead couple adds tension to a taut story line. Nova is a wonderful heroine who in spite of competency and experience has to keep reminding people that she is ¿more than meets the eye¿ as she is the lead and her male partner the tyro. Jean-Paul is an enigmatic protagonist who will keep readers guessing whether he is the Founder or the romantic lead.--- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2004

    Run away from this one

    I have enjoyed the other Bombshell offerings, but this book was disgusting. It crossed a few 'lines' of mine....specifically having sex with an 'asignment' and also a married man.The love intrest of this story was an 'omega' on the Alpha male scale, which is also why I didn't enjoy the book.

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