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The Spy Who Left Me (Agent Ex Series #1)

The Spy Who Left Me (Agent Ex Series #1)

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by Gina Robinson

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If there's one thing that can ruin a vacation, it's running into your ex. Just ask Treflee Miller. If she'd only known that her husband Ty would be here in Hawaii—muscular, sun-bronzed, and infuriatingly gorgeous—she would have brought the divorce papers for him to sign. But life is full of surprises when you're married to a world-class spy…



If there's one thing that can ruin a vacation, it's running into your ex. Just ask Treflee Miller. If she'd only known that her husband Ty would be here in Hawaii—muscular, sun-bronzed, and infuriatingly gorgeous—she would have brought the divorce papers for him to sign. But life is full of surprises when you're married to a world-class spy…

Ty Miller can understand why his wife is tired of playing Mrs. James Bond. He's never home, he's always on a mission, and he's usually surrounded by exotic informants. He has to admit that the perfect spy makes a pretty lousy husband. But for the sake of Ty's security and Treflee's safety, they can't blow his cover. Not here. Not now. Not when his longing is so strong, her lips so tempting—and his enemies so close…

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Robinson’s raunchy third Agent Ex rom-com (after 2009’s Spy Games) takes Treflee Miller, recently dumped by her husband, to Maui’s Big Auau Sugar Plantation, where her cousin Carrie, having ditched her own fiancé a week before the wedding, is celebrating with a bridesmaids-only vacation bash. Treflee’s anger and hormones boil together at the “sexy half grin” and “totally hot” cologne of their tour guide—in a bizarre coincidence, it’s none other than her soon-to-be ex Ty, who’s a fantastic spy and a miserable husband. Treflee’s head wants to avoid him, but her heart and body crave something else, while Ty finds she’s turning his mind to mush just when he’s running convoluted operations and warding off drooling predatory bridesmaids. Punctuated with Bondworthy downhill car and bike chases and near-death surfing parties, Robinson’s clever concoction of lust and longing is a refreshing tropical cocktail. (Nov.)
From the Publisher

“Punctuated with Bondworthy downhill car and bike chases and near-death surfing parties, Robinson's clever concoction of lust and longing is a refreshing tropical cocktail.” —Publisher's Weekly

“At time laugh-out-loud funny, Robinson's foray intot he world of James Bond has its poignant side, assuring that readers will be back for more.” —Booklist

“This first Agent Ex novel is good, old-fashioned fun. Fill of laughter, intrigue and of course steamy spices, it's a great weekend escape. Robinson knows how to balance a book with lighthearted romps and serious romance.” —RT Book Reviews

“The action is fast and furious and the plot twists turn on a dime. Ms. Robinson seamlessly adds humor to her story that will keep the reader laughing as things keep going wrong.” —Single Titles

“This quirky, amusing tale provides readers with a lush, sinful treat. Ty and Treflee are marvelous characters that quickly capture your heart. Their snappy, witty banter provides comic relief and absolute pleasure. The touches of suspense add to the dramatic storyline and merge with the currents of sexual tension to create an all-around, fantastic story sure to keep readers coming back for more.” —Fallen Angel Reviews on The Spy Who Left Me

“Mystery, mayhem , sexy spies, and lots of laughter. Gina Robinson writes a damn good book!” —Christie Craig, award-winning author of DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS

“THE SPY WHO LEFT ME...firmly establishes Gina Robinson as one of today's most exciting new authors of romantic suspense. It's bold, it's brassy, it's full of spy-goodness with a wicked sense of humor that'll leave you both shaken and stirred.” —The Big Thrill

Product Details

St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
Agent Ex Series , #1
Edition description:
First Edition
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)

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Spy Who Left Me, The


There are two things a girl would really rather not experience on her Hawaiian vacation—the monthly curse and a run-in with her soon-to-be ex. For the first time since puberty, Treflee Miller had managed to dodge the first. She was staring at all six-foot-two, well-muscled, lying, spying, ran-out-on-her inches of the second as he hefted her cousin Carrie's bags up the steps of the Big Auau Sugar Plantation's lanai.

He'd bleached his brown hair to a sun-streaked blond and grown a goatee, but it was him. The corner of his mouth curled into that sexy half grin of his and his eyes danced with flirtation as he stared at Carrie, not seeing Treflee.

Treflee flushed, feeling an unexpected jolt of jealousy. Whether she wanted him or not, he was still her man. Her mouth fell open into what was surely an unflattering gape. What was he doing here on her vacation? Shouldn't he be playing spy boy, not bellhop, on something other than U.S. soil?

Damn! She didn't have the divorce papers on her. Technically, he wasn't legally her ex-husband. Yet. He'd run off on another top-secret mission without signing the finalpaperwork. If only she had them with her, she'd make short work of her still-married status.

She snapped her mouth shut and gave him her hardcore "I'm so angry I could kill you" glare. He should have known it well by now. She'd aimed it at him with regularity this past year. When he was around, that is. But he clearly hadn't noticed her yet as he flirted with Carrie.

In the distance, past the stately trees of the plantation and waving fields of sugarcane, the Pacific Ocean sparkled behind him. The scent of plumeria and ginger wafted toward Treflee, tinged with a hint of his all too familiar, and totally hot, cologne. The man knew how to scent himself, that's for sure. It was commitment and the thought of family life he had trouble with.

As his gaze lifted from Carrie to Treflee, his eyes went from dancing to clinically cold.


He cut her off. "Aloha! Ty Smith. General-purpose vacation instructor and island guide." He sounded deceptively friendly and charming.

Yeah, he could really put it on. But as he extended his hand and leaned toward her, he flashed her a hard-edged "you blow my cover and there will be hell to pay, nearly ex-wife or not" look. His threatening look was much more convincing than hers.

She backed off, but not before she mouthed the word "bastard" for his eyes only.

"Treflee Miller," she said, voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Vacationer." And hacked-off wife, she could have added, but it wasn't totally necessary. She thought he pretty much knew how she felt.

"E komo mai! Welcome to Hawaii. And your week of fun and adventure." Ty's voice gave away nothing of his displeasure and discomfort at seeing her. His ability tohide his emotions made him a fantastic spy. And a miserable husband.

Treflee didn't want an adventure. She loathed adventure. She longed for peace and quiet, sunbathing and solitary beach walks at sunrise and sunset. Maybe the occasional tropical drink featuring a heavy dose of pineapple juice and rum.

It had been Carrie's sadistic idea to drag her beleaguered bridal party to Maui after she dumped her fiancé, Kane, a week before the wedding for cheating on her. Carrie had planned a Hawaiian wedding and honeymoon and she was going to get them. Well, a Hawaiian vacation anyway, with her bridesmaids in tow. Why would the girls complain? They'd already paid for their nonrefundable airfare. She was simply making sure Treflee and company got to benefit from it.

Carrie was not your typical weepy, depressed ex-bride. A lady cop, she had a take-no-prisoners personality. If she wanted to go to Hawaii with her nearest and dearest, they were going with her. End of story.

So she had salvaged what she could of her wedding budget, sweet-talked the hotel she'd reserved for her wedding into letting her bridal party stay sans wedding, and booked a vacation package for all of them. And here they were, dancing supportive attendance to her as if she were still the happy bride and they were still the dutiful bridesmaids.

Beside Treflee, Carrie's curvy, amply endowed best friend, Laci, whispered in her ear, "He's hot. This is going to be fun."

Yeah, it's going to be fun all right. If Treflee could keep from murdering Ty. She shrugged noncommittally.

"You don't like?" Laci asked, nodding toward him, obviously incredulous.

"Not my type." Treflee could lie pretty well, too, when she wanted to.

There were six in their party, with enough baggage for a dozen. And Treflee wasn't thinking strictly of luggage. If Ty was planning on carrying it all in for them, they were in for a wait.

Treflee grabbed her bag, not out of any charity toward him, but because she was wilting in the afternoon sun.

The plantation door opened and a heavy, middle-aged Hawaiian woman dressed in a muumuu stepped out, followed by a broad-shouldered blond guy. The woman spread her arms in an all-encompassing gesture of welcome. "Aloha auina la!" She nodded toward the blond guy and he started grabbing bags.

"Meet Greg, my fellow instructor, and Tita," Ty said. "She's the big wahine around here."

Tita's rich laugh shook her body and brought a smile to Treflee's face. "Who you calling big, skinny boy?"

"I meant that in the most honorable way, as in you're the boss lady." He gave her a deferential nod of his head, but his grin said he was half teasing.

"You mean kahuna, haole. I'm the big kahuna and don't you forget it."

"Yes, wahine."

With a smile and a flip of her hand, she dismissed his lack of respect. "Come, let's get you all settled in and refreshed before your night on the town."

Ty handed Carrie's bag to the blond guy and grabbed Treflee's. "We need to talk," he whispered in her ear.

"There's nothing to talk about," she said. "I'll have my lawyer e-mail or fax you the papers here. We'll never have to talk again."

He gave her the look again. "No e-mailing. No faxing. We'll talk." He turned to Tita, and nodded toward Treflee. "Which room?"

"Makai one."

"Excellent." He hauled Treflee's bag into the building, up the beautiful, coiling wooden stairs, and down a hallway with her trailing after him, trying to take in the sights so she didn't explode with anger. She only maintained control out of a sense of patriotism. What if blowing Ty's cover meant vital U.S. secrets got out, security was breached, and we had another Pearl Harbor on our hands? It sounded melodramatic. But you never knew with Ty. You never knew anything.

He walked so fast, they lost the rest of the girls.

Finally, he came to an abrupt stop in front of a red door in the middle of the mellow, sea-foam-green hall. He pulled a universal key from his pocket, let them into the room, and pulled the door closed behind them.

Being led into a bedroom by Ty used to be a totally exhilarating experience. She'd be lying if she didn't admit to feeling a thrill of the old excitement. She brushed it off, relegating it to a somatic response.

The bedroom was truly spectacular. Just what she would have picked for herself. Large comfy bed covered with tasseled pillows and a linen comforter. Bamboo floors with deep cream throw rugs. A ceiling fan floated lazily above it all. At the far end, a door stood open onto a balcony that faced the ocean. The white curtains surrounding it fluttered in the ocean breeze. Paradise.

Ty broke the spell by speaking. "What are you doing here?"

Ty was his real first name. He hadn't been terribly creative in his choice of cover. Maybe he was tired of answering to so many different names.

"Why the surprise?" She snorted. "Any spy worth their salt would have looked at the guest log and seen my name."

"Tita keeps the guest list. I barely glanced at it." He paused, frowning, looking as if he couldn't have missedsomething as obvious as her name, even at a glance. Suddenly, he cursed beneath his breath. "Wait a minute—you're Betty Miller?"

"What? Betty! Are you crazy?" She hated that nickname and he knew it. Her given name was Elizabeth. Everyone called her Treflee, a childhood mutation of trying to call herself Bethy and being unable to make the "th" sound. Beffly had somehow morphed into Treflee and stuck. Her mother had wanted to call her Betty. No way.

"You're Betty according to the list." Ty shook his head, looking at her suspiciously. As if she'd tried to pull one over on him.

"That Carrie and her warped sense of humor. I'm going to strangle her." Only the family and Ty ever called her Betty, and only when they wanted to pull her chain.

Treflee had another beef with him. "Speaking of my cousin Carrie, you were flirting with her!"

"Flirting with the ladies is part of my cover—" He stopped short as if registering what she'd just said. "Your cousin?"

"Yeah, duh. You'd know that if you were ever around long enough to attend a family function or two." Spite was not an easy thing to keep out of her voice.

He cocked a brow. "She wasn't at our wedding."

The man had a photographic memory. "She was serving in Iraq."

"You never showed her a wedding picture? She didn't seem to recognize me."

Treflee shrugged. "I'm sure she saw one a long time ago. I haven't been in the mood to flash one around lately." Did she sound put out? She didn't think she sounded sweet. "You're obviously incognito now. I doubt she'll make the connection. The bleached-blond look is good on you."

He ignored her jibe. "I don't recognize the others."

"I just met the others. They're all Carrie's friends, fellowcops and former military. Except for Carla. She's a nurse. You'd better watch yourself." Treflee couldn't help smiling. "Cops have a habit of sniffing out the truth."

Carrie and Treflee lived states apart. They weren't actually that close. Mostly it was blood and the devoted relationship between their mothers that bound them. Carrie had been under duress to make her part of the bridal party. When the whole thing fell through, she couldn't very well exclude her from the vacation, even though Treflee had tried to wiggle out of it.

She put her hands on her hips as they stared each other down. "I checked the weather every day for the past six months."

When he was away on a mission, they communicated by posting seemingly innocuous comments on their hometown's local weather blog. Their comments were actually coded messages to each other.

"You always check the weather," he said.

He was probably being deliberately obtuse just to frustrate her. "You know what I mean."

"What would I have said, Tref? Graupel?"

Graupel? That one wasn't in their lexicon. Graupel was hail snow. Hail snow? Then it hit her—hell no!

"Very funny, Ty. Hail hath no fury."

"That's obvious."

She crossed her arms. "You could have been dead for all I knew."

"And lying in a ditch," he added. "If I was dead, Emmett would have shown up at your door with a folded American flag and your widow's benefits."

Okay, he has me there. As chief spy, Emmett Nelson was the Agency's harbinger of death.

Ty ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "How can I get you to go home?"

"Sign the divorce papers."

"You don't have them on you."

"I can get them. If you insist on the no e-mailing, no faxing rule, I'll call my lawyer and have him overnight them."

He snorted in disbelief. "E-mailing, faxing, overnight-ing, texting, posting them to a Web site, skywriting, or carrier pigeoning, I can't take the chance. I'm on an important mission. I can't have anything around anywhere with my real identity, anything that will blow my cover."

She lifted her chin. "You have me."

He shook his head and crossed his arms. "Do you have a picture of me in your wallet?"

"Egocentric bastard," she said. "I shredded every last picture I had of you months ago."

"On your cell phone?" He grabbed her purse from the bed where she'd dropped it. Before she could stop him, he had the phone and her camera out. He dropped them in his pocket.

Shoot! There might be a picture or two of him still on the phone. Call her a sentimental fool.

"I'll return these when I've checked them out." He pulled her wallet out and leafed through as she stood watching him, fury making her almost speechless. Only a few sputters managed to escape her lips.

Finally, he dropped the wallet back into the purse and the purse back on the bed. "Clear. Now, go home before anyone gets hurt." His eyes twinkled wickedly. He was deadly serious.

"I can't. Ex-bridezilla out there will hunt me down and kill me." She explained about Carrie. Besides, she wasn't leaving without her divorce. When she finished her story, she shrugged. "So, sorry, but I'm staying. Want to fill me in on the mission?"

"If I told you that—"

She waved her hand at him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you'dhave to kill me. That's what all the spies say. You really should come up with something more original. You know it's all this secrecy that killed our relationship?"

He smiled. Her heart thawed just a tiny bit. She'd always loved his smile and the way he got her sense of humor.

"You won't tell me?"

"What do you think?"

What she really thought was that it was a crying shame they hadn't worked out. She always liked sparring with him. Instead, she said, "As long as I'm here, I may as well enjoy myself. I've never seen you at work before. This could be fun. Take-your-nearly-ex-wife-to-work day. I like it."

He gave her a warning look. "Don't say a word. Nothing slips, got it?"

She held up her hands to show him she was no threat, no threat at all. "Hey, silence is my middle name."

He arched a brow and patted his pocket. "I'll return these later." He turned and walked to the door, pausing before he left to speak over his shoulder. "I'll be watching you."

"Just like old times," she said and winked, trying to get his goat.

He shook his head and left.

Treflee plunked down on the bed and put her head in her hands, taking a deep breath. She'd never imagined seeing Ty in his element would shake her up so much or that witnessing him flirt with other women could still make her jealous. But he'd definitely thrown her equilibrium off. Hadn't he always? Hadn't that been part of the excitement and the problem?

When she finally calmed down, she got up, opened her suitcase, and pulled her travel jewelry pouch out. She reached into it and pulled out the dangly charm bracelet Ty had given her when they were dating. He brought herback a charm from every mission. When he originally gave the bracelet to her, it had a single charm on it—a tiny silver heart locket. Now it was loaded with charms.

As she opened the locket and stared at the miniscule picture of Ty, her eyes watered and she couldn't help sniffing. What type of a charm would Ty have brought her back from this Hawaiian mission? A silver palm tree? A gold Maui sandal? A hibiscus flower? Or a white pearl?

Deep down Ty was a romantic and had a wicked sense of humor. The pearl was her birthstone, and a white one represents honesty and faith. Yeah, he would have gotten a big kick out of the dual meaning. As if he were ever honest.

She told herself she only brought the bracelet with her so she could see how well the big, honking black pearl she planned to buy for herself would look on it. But in all honesty, sentimental fool that she was, she never left home without it.

You aren't as smart as you think, spy boy, she thought. She had a bit of leverage after all.


Ty strolled back to his room, feeling almost schizophrenic as he forced himself to stay in character—calm, lazy, nonchalant, not a care in the world besides catching the next wave or downing a mai tai. On Hawaiian time. Inside, he seethed. He rarely felt this convoluted, even when facing the wrong side of a gun barrel unarmed. Which had happened a time or two.

Damn Treflee for showing up like this.

He hadn't even checked the guest list properly before she'd arrived. He'd stupidly assumed NCS had cleared everyone on it.

Tref's presence posed a bigger danger to his safety and mission than a long-range ballistic missile. If he'd been less distracted by his thoughts of Tref, he might haveavoided having to fraternize with a drooling guest just then. Laci lay in wait for him outside his bedroom door. He walked headlong into her long, perfectly manicured tentacles almost before he registered her standing there.

How had Treflee thrown him off kilter and out of his game so easily? What if Laci had been an enemy agent rather than a sex-starved redhead? It was as if his wife were the enemy's secret weapon, an agent annihilator who operated by turning his brain to mush. Women.

"Ty!" Laci's face lit up with a predatory smile as she took his arm. "Going somewhere?"

He forced himself to smile lazily down at her. Ty, the tour guide, would play up to the female guests, hoping to earn a big tip, or a repeat customer. Ty, the real him, liked to be the pursuer, not the pursued, in both business and pleasure. And he was strictly a one-woman man. Though his wife frequently told him to tell that to Ripley's Believe It or Not and see if they believed him. She sure as hell didn't.

"Gotta hit the shower and pretty up before the big cruise tonight." He forced himself to keep a low, slow, sexy tone.

"You look pretty damn good to me already." Laci squeezed his arm as if testing to see if he were a piece of ripe fruit.

Well, he wasn't. Not for her.

He shook his head. "Tita wouldn't agree."

Laci arched a brow. "Really?" Her tone teased.

"Tita has high standards for going out in public. And a dress code." He gestured to indicate his outfit. "A T-shirt and cargo shorts don't cut it. She'd tell you a well-dressed guide is good for business." He winked at her.

In return, Laci smiled as if she wanted to eat him up. She ran her hands over his chest. "I could help you slip into something ... fun."

Which he took to mean her.

As a spy, he had all kinds of moves. None of which he was interested in using on her. He casually reached into his front pocket for his key. Treflee's camera and phone slowed down his smooth escape. He had to rummage around in his pocket until he found what he was looking for.

"Maybe some other time. When we have more time." Did he sound suggestive enough? As if he were a man who liked things slow and hard? "Right now, Tita will have my ass if I'm late."

He pried Laci off him. With a quick, fluid move, he slid the key in the door and escaped into his room, flipping the dead bolt behind him. So this is how women feel when they elude the arms of an octopus.

He paused and listened until he heard Laci's disappointed footsteps padding down the hall. Yeah, he knew how to read the sound of footfalls. Anger was easy. Disappointment and what-the-hell-just-happened-here confusion had a stop-and-start pattern. His self-satisfied grin was short-lived, as common spy sense overcame him.

Ty didn't believe in coincidence. He had learned that lesson on the job. Of all the honeymoon spots in the world Treflee's cousin could have chosen, she showed up at Big Auau with Treflee in tow? At his little corner of the tropical world? Nope, too much to swallow.

Treflee was many things, including an energetic, playful blond nymph in bed, but she wasn't actress enough to fool him. Her surprise was genuine. Although he was sure she'd been trying, she hadn't succeeded in intentionally tracking him down. All the evidence pointed to her being an innocent pawn.

If she'd found him on her own, she'd have the divorce papers on her and a pen ready to thrust into his hand the second she spotted him. Good to know the Agency hadn't screwed up there and left a trail for just anyone to follow to him.

That left only one viable option—the Agency, and his boss, National Clandestine Service Chief Emmett Nelson. Listing Treflee as Betty on the guest list was exactly Emmett's style.

Ty cursed beneath his breath. Emmett liked his spies to remain single. As often as possible, he recruited them when they were young and unattached. He expected them to remain that way. Emmett violated his own policy when he recruited Ty.

Ty was already engaged to Tref and refused to give her up. Emmett conceded. He needed a young man with Ty's intelligence, lack of fear, and acting abilities.

Ty breached Agency policy when he told Tref he was being recruited and asked her advice on whether he should take the job or not. He figured if he was going to drag her into a life of secrecy and danger, she had the right to know what she was getting into. She took it well. In fact, she took it with a surprising amount of enthusiasm.

"Take the job? Why would you turn it down!" she said, reminding him they were young and ready for life to show them some fun. Life practically owed it to them. "Besides, think how sexy it will be to have a spy in my bed!"

Tref herself was not adventure material. She was steady, calm, responsible, too cautious to be a daredevil, and solidly independent. She liked everything quiet but lovemaking—soft music, solitary strolls, and thoughtful time to herself. But she loved a good vicarious thrill; someone else's scary story. The perfect balance to him. He could hardly sit still. He lived on action and adrenaline.

They decided he'd go out and bring back his thrill. His scary tale.

His spy life bought them the perfect marriage. No ordinary, dull routines to fall into. No drone of a day-to-day worker's life to live. No "Hi, honey" followed by a peckon the cheek when he came home from work. More like grab him by the collar, drag him to the bedroom, and wrap herself around him.

Their sex life sizzled, fueled by absence that made their hearts grow fonder, or at least lustier, and the romance of their double lives. The mundane front they presented to the world amused them. The lies they told their friends, family, and neighbors entertained them. The secrets they kept from the world made them inseparable.

She wanted a career, not a family. Or so she told him. She wanted a loyal lover, not a ball-and-chain type of husband. She had her freedom and he had his.

He thought they'd had a rock-solid, happy marriage. He went off on adventures and came home to report them to her. Names, locations, and classified details removed or changed to protect his career and both their lives, of course.

Then something happened. He still hadn't exactly figured out what. It was like a switch had flipped inside her. She started complaining. He had all the fun. She did all the work. She wanted to start a family. She wanted a baby. A baby needed a father. A father who was around.

He shook his head. A baby!

When he hesitated, they fought. Small arguments at first, but larger ones followed. Suddenly she wanted a divorce.

If there was one thing Emmett Nelson hated more than married spies, it was divorced agents. And not because of any sentimental morality on his part. Agents' exes were a liability, a national security breach waiting to happen. Messy business.

He gave Ty orders to fix his marriage and fix it fast.

"Make the woman happy, damn it!" had been Emmett's exact words to him.

Hell, Emmett hadn't needed to order Ty to fix things. He loved Tref. He still loved Tref. He'd always love her. He had no intention of letting her go.

He would have fixed his marriage then and there. If he'd known how. Short of that, he did the only sensible thing—took evasive action and hid out, hoping to buy time. Hoping Tref would miss him, come to her senses, and realize they were meant to be together. Hoping he'd figure out how to win her back.

He'd checked the weather, too. There hadn't been any messages from spylover23, Tref's screen name. So truf-flesguy, him, had remained stonily silent as well. Certainly neither one of them had any intention of mentioning sunny weather, their code for "I love you."

Ty knew Emmett's game. The threat of this "coincidence" was implicit—make up with your wife. Now. Or your entire career is on the line.

Fantastic. No problem. Nothing like asking the impossible.

All Ty had to do was avenge George Hsu, a fellow agent and friend who'd been murdered on assignment here in Hawaii. Follow Shen Lin, the little prick of a Fuk Ching Chinese crime gang member suspected of killing George on orders from the Revolutionary International Organization of Terrorists, or RIOT as they were commonly known in the espionage world. Hope Lin would provide him a way into Sugar Love Plantation, RIOT's Hawaiian lair. Keep an eye on Hal Rogers, a Hawaiian-born CIA analyst and traitor who was planning to sell the top secret Pinpoint Project to RIOT. Complete George's mission to stop RIOT from starting a war between China and the United States. And win back my angry wife's love.

And the pièce de résistance? He had less than a week to do it.

Ty pulled Treflee's camera and phone from his pocket, feeling an almost overwhelming urge to smash them, or his fist, against the wall.

Instead, he took a deep breath and turned the camera on.

Copyright © 2011 by by Gina Robinson.

Meet the Author

Gina Robinson has always been a storyteller—just ask her parents. An avid book lover, she grew up reading romance, mysteries, and suspense novels but, somehow, ended up majoring in Electrical Engineering. After marrying her college sweetheart, she began to write—software—for several large defense contractors. Eventually Gina gave up the glamorous engineering life for the equally glamorous life of a stay-at-home mom, somehow finding time to write manuscripts about villains with guns, handsome strangers, and mail-order brides. Her published novels, Spy Candy, Spy Games, and The Spy Who Left Me, received rave reviews, establishing Gina Robinson as one of today's most exciting new authors of romantic suspense.

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The Spy Who Left Me: An Agent Ex Novel 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 23 reviews.
Anonymous 9 months ago
Nothing like getting caught in the middle of your ex-husband to be's latest spy mission. What's a girl to do, but try to force the elusive spy to sign the papers.... but is she sure that is what she wants? Mayhem, crazy comedy, and girl power make for a fast read.
The_Reading_Reviewer More than 1 year ago
Treflee knew what her soon to be ex was when she married him. Ty never lied about being a spy, just about what the spy missions entailed. He was a master at the job but always made their time together so special. Ty has no idea what caused Treflee to want a divorce but he will figure out a way to stop that from happening. When Treflee shows up in Hawaii with a jilted bride during one of Ty¿s assignments it is as if the stars have aligned to get them back together. Ty is completely on board with catching the bad guy and Treflee all during tropical days and magical nights, Treflee wants no part of this operation. The assignment may have Ty whispering more than affectionate endearments into Treflee ear because she is key to obtaining a resolution to the conflict. It was an accident that got her involved in this spy business, but now she has no choice but to play Bond Girl. Treflee will have to figure out how to tell a believable lie with a smile on her face. It turns out for Treflee that the assignment is easier to handle than Ty¿s declarations of affection and attempts to win her back. If she tells him the truth, will that make him run away or back into her arms for good? Look no further for a book with romance and action combined exploding into one fantastic read. This is a great start to what I know will be a great series with a perfect combination of love and explosions.
harstan More than 1 year ago
One week before her marriage Carrie ended her engagement. To celebrate her coming to her senses, Carrie takes her bridesmaids, including her separated cousin Treflee Miller, to Maui. However, Treflee, who has nor seen her husband Ty in months, is taken aback with her attraction to their tour guide, her missing spouse. Ty is a great espionage agent but knows that means he is terrible husband as he constantly abandons the woman he loves for the mission. Even the divorce papers have yellowed waiting for him to come home to sign them. As he struggles with complex tasks that includes keeping the bridal party away from him except for his wife, who he plans to win back once he finishes this caper. The third Agent Ex I spy romance (see Spy Games) is an amusing yet exhilarating thriller as Ty has to complete the mission, keep the woman he cherishes and her playmates safe, and persuade her for a second chance at love relationship. Readers will appreciate The Spy Who Left Me as Gina Robinson provides a wonderfully entertaining Mr. and Ms. Bond jocular contemporary. Harriet Klausner
DaleDL 8 days ago
I am usually not into spy stories, but this is a cute funny story. I really enjoyed it.
Anonymous 13 days ago
I do not always enjoy contemporary romance books because they are often simpering and repetitive in their dialogues but this was light fun reading. A bit of mystery, witty banter and just the right amount of inner dialogue. Well written. I will read this author again.
shobeteener More than 1 year ago
I was received an ARC in exchange for an honest review. Treflee Miller is the process of divorcing her husband, atleast she'd like to be if she could ever find him to serve him with the papers. She arrives in Hawaii with her cousins wedding party. Wedding was called off but they are still going to enjoy the trip. Imagine her surprise when they arrive at their lodging and her husband Ty is working under cover there. He tries to get her to leave as he's afraid she'll blow his cover. The action takes off from there. I really enjoyed reading this book with the twist of intrigue, danger and suspense. I loved how Treflee started investigating on her own and was actually getting more accomplished than Ty.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was such a great Lite Action - Adventure Spy Romance, that you won't want to miss. It takes place in beautiful Hawaii and is about a Spy Married couple and the wife is seeking a divorce due to her husband never being around. Case in point, she has to find him to serve him the divorce papers. .. This was a lite, fun, Action, Romantic Comedy that you will want to one -click. Laura Redmon Cutting Muse Blog Review
ChristinaB89 More than 1 year ago
I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I LOVED this book and couldn't put it down until I'd finished it. Ty was so adorable with Treflee when he was trying to win her back, although it was completely understandable why Treflee felt the way she did towards him after all of the stress he had put her through with his job. It's hard to keep a marriage going when your husband is always off in parts unknown, after all. But it was clear that Ty still loved Treflee, and she still loved him, and that they could make it work if they really tried. There were some really funny parts that made me laugh, and enough action to keep me on the edge of my seat. I was very happy with how things turned out for them.
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cuddlesmom More than 1 year ago
Great start to a unique series.
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MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
THE SPY WHO LEFT ME was a light and funny novel. It was action packed with a wife who wanted a divorce from her never around husband and he in turn didn't want to let go. Of course it was his career choice that got in the way. The story seemed to focus on the relationship which was okay. I really enjoyed reading it and would recommend it to anyone. Rating: 4 Reviewed by: KellyR,My Book Addiction Reviews
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Cutest love story EVER!
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