A Touch of Minx (Samantha Jellicoe Series #5)

A Touch of Minx (Samantha Jellicoe Series #5)

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by Suzanne Enoch
     
 

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Who says crime doesn't pay?

A year ago, Samantha Jellicoe robbed from the rich and gave . . . to herself! Now, though, she's using her larcenous skills for good as a private security consultant, trying to walk the high road for her sexy billionaire boyfriend, Richard Addison, and asking herself if there's anything more torturous than tracking down priceless

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Who says crime doesn't pay?

A year ago, Samantha Jellicoe robbed from the rich and gave . . . to herself! Now, though, she's using her larcenous skills for good as a private security consultant, trying to walk the high road for her sexy billionaire boyfriend, Richard Addison, and asking herself if there's anything more torturous than tracking down priceless artifacts (only to give them back!).

So when the Metropolitan Museum of Art asks for her help, she's only too happy to leap into the fray again: If nothing else, this adventure will help her avoid that little (not!) sparkly item Rick's been hiding in his pocket, and postpone another kind of walk—down the aisle. It's only when she's targeted by a deadly adversary after the same treasure that Sam starts to think that "till death do you part" is maybe the lesser of two evils . . .

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061754661
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/13/2009
Series:
Samantha Jellicoe Series , #5
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
100,112
File size:
631 KB

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A Touch of Minx

Chapter One

Palm Beach, Florida
Thursday, 11:28 p.m.

Samantha Jellicoe crouched between a full suit of sixteenth-century Prussian armor and a life-size terra cotta warrior from the tomb of Qin Shi Huang. Footsteps entered the dark hallway a few yards beyond her and she stilled, keeping her breathing slow and deep.

"I know you're here," the deep voice said in a slightly faded British accent. "You may as well give up now."

No friggin' way. If he had any idea where she was, he would have found her already. Richard Addison might be a high-powered billionaire, a great white shark in the world of business, but where creeping around in the dark was concerned, he was a rank amateur.

She, on the other hand, had gone professional well before her tenth birthday. Resisting the instinct to back deeper into the shadows as he approached, she took a breath and held it. Adrenaline pumped into her system, making her want to move, make a run for it. That, though, wasn't part of the plan.

"You'll never make it," Addison's voice taunted. "All I have to do is stand in front of the door, and you lose."

He paused, his bare feet shifting in a slow circle about a dozen feet from where she crouched behind good old Colonel Klink's shield. If he'd had a flashlight with him she would have been done for, but she knew him, knew that his pride would consider a flashlight to be cheating. She'd counted on that, and had made her plans with his large ego in mind.

"Okay, have it your way," he continued. "I just thought it might be less humiliating for you to give up than for me to findyou."

That was probably true, but obviously his chances of finding her weren't all that he claimed they were. As soon as his footsteps resumed down a side hallway she moved, springing down one flight of stairs and dashing into the first door on the left. Technically she could already have been out of the house with a million plus in merchandise, but the Matisse and the fourteenth-century Turkish tapestry weren't on her list. Neither were any other of the hundred-odd other pieces of art and antiques inside the three-acre expanse of Solano Dorado.

Still working in the dark, Samantha walked to the far corner of the library and unlatched the window there. Normally the alarm would have gone off, but she knew for a fact that the whole system was down. She smiled as she slipped out the window and onto the two-inch-wide ledge running along the wall. Now this was fun.

Reaching back, she pushed the window closed again. She couldn't latch it, but unless he came in very close he would never know anyone had unlocked it. Since she also knew that the power was out for at least the next twenty minutes, she had the early October darkness working in her favor, too.

Edging sideways another six or seven feet with her back to the wall, she stopped as she came opposite one of the ubiquitous palm trees surrounding the mansion and the entire walled-in estate. This one stood about five feet in front of her, and climbed about sixty feet into the air. "Okay, Sam," she muttered, drew a breath, and pushed out from the ledge.

For a second she hung in the air before she smacked into the palm's trunk and wrapped her arms and legs around it. That would have hurt if she hadn't worn jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Black, of course; not only was the dark color slimming, but it was the clothing of choice for disappearing into shadows. Sucking in another breath, she shimmied up the rough trunk until she was about four feet above the house's roof.

The roof here at the back of the house was flat and had a very nice skylight set into the ceiling of the room she needed to get into. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure she was lined up, she pushed off backward, twisting in midair to land on her hands and knees on the rooftop. Keeping her forward momentum going, she somersaulted and came up onto her feet.

Normally speed wasn't as important as stealth, but tonight she needed to get into Richard Addison's office before he tracked her down. And for an amateur, he had a pretty good nose for larceny. Of course she was a damned bloodhound, if she said so herself.

With another smile she crouched in front of the skylight and leaned over to peer into the dark office space below. Just because he'd announced that he would wait for her to show up outside the door didn't mean that he'd done so. The padlock he'd put on the skylight stopped her for about twelve seconds, most of that taken up by the time it took her to dig the paper clip out of her pocket.

Setting the lock aside, she unlatched the skylight and carefully shoved it open, gripping the edge to lean in head first. The large room with its conference table, desk, and sitting area at one end looked empty, and her Spider-Man senses weren't wigging out.

Pushing off with her feet, she flipped head over hands and landed in the middle of the room, bending her knees to cushion her landing and cut down on any sound. A small black box topped by a red bow sat on the desk, but after a glance and a quick wrestling match with her curiosity, she walked past it to the refrigerator set into the credenza and pulled out a Diet Coke. Deliberately she walked to the office door, leaned against the frame, and popped the soda tab.

A second later she heard the distinctive sound of a key sliding into a lock, and the door handle flipped down. "Surprise," she said, taking a swallow of soda.

A Touch of Minx. Copyright © by Suzanne Enoch. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Meet the Author

A native and current resident of Southern California, Suzanne Enoch loves movies almost as much as she loves books. When she is not busily working on her next novel, Suzanne likes to contemplate interesting phenomena, like how the three guppies in her aquarium became 161 guppies in five months.

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Touch of Minx (Samantha Jellicoe Series #5) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
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Rick and Sam are the best!I love all the books in the series..hope to see more,please
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harstan More than 1 year ago
One year ago, American cat burglar Samantha Jellicoe and British billionaire Rick Addison met and fell in love. He wants to make their relationship permanent, but she has doubts as she never allows him to speak the unmentionable. Rick needs to find a way to persuade Sam they belong together.----------------- The reformed ex-thief Sam works on two cases. She works on recovering an ancient Japanese armor and its related swords stolen from the MOMA over ten years ago, and finding and return the missing 'anatomy man' to the school it was taken from for her client, Rick¿s sort of ten year old niece Olivia Donner. Neither seemed complex when she took them on so why is both a struggle worse than sky diving into a museum to purloin an artifact as one especially could end her career with her death.------------------- The latest FLIRTING WITH DANGER Sam and Rick caper continues the lighthearted madcap escapades of the pair as they argue over how many cat lives she has left. The story line is fast-paced as Sam works her two cases with the zeal she had as a thief. Fans of the series will appreciate the ongoing skirmishes as Addison struggles to persuade his beloved that this BILLIONAIRE PREFER BLONDES retired cat burglars while also pleading with her to change careers to one in which the motto has nothing to do with DON¿T LOOK DOWN.---------------- Harriet Klausner
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