Whisper No Lies

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In New York Times bestselling author Cindy Gerard's fiery new romantic suspense series, when danger threatens, the seductive heroes of Black Ops, Inc. turn up the heat.

AN INDECENT PROPOSAL...

When a high roller at the Vegas casino where Crystal Debrowski manages security makes a scandalous proposition, she flat-out refuses, especially given rumors of his shady overseas ...

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Overview

In New York Times bestselling author Cindy Gerard's fiery new romantic suspense series, when danger threatens, the seductive heroes of Black Ops, Inc. turn up the heat.

AN INDECENT PROPOSAL...

When a high roller at the Vegas casino where Crystal Debrowski manages security makes a scandalous proposition, she flat-out refuses, especially given rumors of his shady overseas connections. But then counterfeit bills mysteriously flood the gaming tables, and her reputation — and her life — are on the line.

REVEALS A SIMMERING DESIRE...

Despite his big, flirty grin, Texas heartbreaker Johnny Duane Reed can't get sassy Crystal off his mind. When she is abducted by an international crime lord with a threatening obsession, Reed enlists his Black Ops, Inc. team to pursue a dangerous mission to rescue her.

...WITH DEADLY CONSEQUENCES.

Between Crystal and Johnny burns a scorching flame, but as they battle her relentless abductor, they uncover a malicious arms trafficking and white slavery ring. Together, they must destroy the tyrant's wicked enterprises or face his reign of terror themselves....

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"Fast-paced, thrilling, and sexy." — New York Times bestselling author Carla Neggers

"Romantic suspense at its best." — Kay Hooper, New York Times bestselling author

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781476752853
  • Publisher: Gallery Books
  • Publication date: 4/13/2013
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 1,439,723
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Cindy Gerard has won the RITA Award for Best Romantic Suspense novel. She is the New York Times bestselling author of the Black Ops, Inc. series; the bestselling Bodyguards series; and more than thirty contemporary romance novels. She lives in the Midwest with her husband.

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It was business as usual tonight at Bali Hai Casino on the Vegas Strip, which meant that every nut job and wacko who could arrange bail was on the prowl. Crystal Debrowski figured that in her seven years working casino security she'd pretty much heard every come-on line written in the casino crawlers and lounge lizards' handbook. That was because Crystal was what her friend Abbie Hughes Lang referred to as a man magnet and yeah, Crystal knew what men saw when they looked at her: sex on a stick. Pixie features, spiky red hair, and fairy-green eyes. Showgirl breasts and round hips that swayed to a sultry beat when she walked and drew heartbreakers and bizarros from the four corners of the earth.

In her twenty-seven years, she'd been lied to, cheated on, hit on, and proposed to. Just when she'd thought she'd heard it all, this guy sweetened the pot. Her latest admirer — a Mr. Yao Long, according to the business card sporting an embossed Komodo dragon emblem — had come a long way for a letdown.

Wait until she told Abbie about this joker.

She glanced from Mr. Yao to the man who appeared to be his assistant. "I don't believe I caught your name."

"Wong Li."

Wong, a Jackie Chan look-alike, did most of his boss's talking for him. Talking that included propositioning Crystal at a one-hundred-dollar-minimum blackjack table where she was filling in for a dealer who'd gone on a quick break. Crystal was about ninety-nine percent certain that the gist of Yao's offer ran somewhere in the neighborhood of: Him, lord and master. Her, concubine and sex slave.

"Please tell Mr. Yao, thanks, but no thanks," she told Wong, who hovered at her amorous suitor's side like apet gnat.

Because she perpetuated the sex kitten image — a girl had to have some fun, especially if that girl lived in a world where few people took a woman seriously who wore four-inch platforms that topped her out around five-four — Crystal cut Yao a little slack.

That didn't mean she was going for his insulting proposition. And it didn't mean she liked it. She'd pretty much had it with the opposite sex. Recently promoted to Gaming Manager at Bali Hai, and with several heartbreaks under her belt, Crystal's newly adopted motto was: Men. Can't live with 'em. Can't tie 'em to a train track and wait for Amtrak to do the deed. Chalk her disenchantment up to a string of bad relationships with men who had basically "gotten into her" because she jiggled when she walked.

Johnny Duane Reed was a recent example. That cowboy had heartbreak written all over him and she'd be damned if she knew why every time he blew into town she ended up naked before he ended up gone. Reed always ended up gone.

The latest case in point, however, stood before her tonight. Mr. Yao Long did not look happy. But then, it was hard to tell for certain. His expression hadn't altered since he'd appeared thirty minutes ago with Wong.

"Did he understand that my answer is no?" Crystal's gaze darted from Wong to Yao as she turned the table back over to the dealer. "Because, I'm thinking that if he did, now would be a really good time for him to leave." To stress her meaning, she made walking motions with her fingers.

Mr. Yao, all five-foot-four inches of salt-and-pepper hair, Armani suit, and Gucci loafers, continued to stare at her through narrow eyes the color of onyx. His expression never wavered.

Was it anger? Disappointment? Gas? she wondered, as a frisson of unease tickled its way down her spine.

"Did you understand that my answer is no?" She averted her gaze from Mr. Personality to Wong, hoping to make it clear that it was time for the two of them to shuffle on back to Laos or Cambodia or Hong Kong — wherever — and out of her face so she could get back to business.

"Mr. Yao understands your response but respectfully rejects your answer."

She blinked. "He said that?" She hadn't heard a word.

"Mr. Yao is quite taken with you. He expresses regret that you are reluctant to allow him the opportunity to get to know you better but must insist on your cooperation."

"No, seriously. Is he like texting you or something because I never saw his lips move." This was so ludicrous it was almost funny. The next words out of Wong's mouth, however, sobered her like a judge in night court.

"Miss Debrowski, please understand it would not be wise — "

"Wait." She cut off Wong with a hand in the air as unease shifted to alarm. She didn't wear a name tag and as Gaming Manager, practiced anonymity with the fervor of a religious zealot. Yet this man knew who she was. "How do you know my name?"

"Mr. Yao makes it a point to know everything. He is a very important and powerful man in our country."

"Yeah, well, this is my country," she informed Wong, searching the sea of gamblers and finally getting the attention of the security muscle on duty this shift. "And in my country it's neither polite nor acceptable for any man — important or otherwise — to impose his attention where it isn't wanted.

"Max," she said when the twenty-something bodybuilder walked to her side, pecs and biceps bulging beneath the navy T-shirt with a Bali Hai Security Force logo printed on the breast pocket. "Please escort these gentlemen out. Their business here is concluded."

It wasn't that she couldn't handle the situation — her daddy had been one of Las Vegas Police Department's finest before he'd retired last year. He'd taught her to handle any situation — but Max's sheer size was enough to prevent any potential ruckus. She just wanted them gone without incident. Harmless or not, ridiculous or not, the two of them spooked her and Crystal wasn't easily spooked.

"You will regret this," Wong said softly.

"Already do," she muttered under her breath, relieved when they bowed to Max's muscle and allowed him to walk them across the casino floor toward the exit without a protest.

"Tip, boss," Sharon Keiler announced, drawing Crystal's attention back to the table action.

She nodded permission for Sharon to pocket the five-dollar toke, then went on about her business of scanning the action on the casino floor.

Crystal had work to do. Promotion came with a price. Because she was who she was — a very small woman in a man's world — she'd had to work twice as long and twice as hard to earn her current position. She was two weeks into her Gaming Manager post and still learning the ropes. The last thing she could afford to have happen was to let these jokers distract her from doing her job.

Everyone wanted to score in Vegas. Everyone had an angle. For every hundred no-luck and good-time gamblers, there was at least one among them intent on upping the odds in their favor. It was her job to spot the cheaters — card counters, past-posters, hand-muckers, palmers, and techno wizards — whether they were on the payroll or on a weekend junket from Podunk, Missouri.

A war whoop sounded from a bank of Lucky Seven slots. Someone had hit it big. She ambled over that way, prepared to offer the casino's congratulations and assistance with the haul when that unsettling curl of awareness skittered down her spine again.

She stopped, spun around, and found herself staring straight into eyes as cold as chipped ice. The man was Asian, midforties, impeccably dressed in a black suit and blue silk tie — almost indistinguishable from Wong Li's attire. He held her gaze for a long menacing moment, then turned and melted into the crowd.

"Spooky," she muttered, then resumed walking — and ran headlong into a wall of muscle.

"Excuse me." She backed up and encountered yet another Asian man. Identical suit. Similar tie. Same hard, intense stare.

This man, too, impaled her with an ominous look before he turned and walked away.

Damn, if her knees weren't shaking when she forced herself toward the slot that was still dinging and whistling for the crowd that had gathered to see exactly how much money the lucky player had won.

And damn if she'd knuckle under to yet another urge to turn and see if someone else was watching her.

Screw them and the Komodo dragons they slithered in on. No way was she letting them see her sweat, because by this time tomorrow, Mr. Yao Long and his ninja squad — and yeah, she figured those guys were with him — would most likely be sailing on a fast boat to China and her life would be back to normal.

Normal. Right. What was she thinking? This was Las Vegas.

Three weeks later, Crystal knew she was in trouble. There was no question and no doubt that she was in deep, mucky doo-doo and she didn't have one single clue how it had come to this.

Ten days ago the counterfeit chips had shown up on the floor. Each casino had a unique set of chips, distinguishable from those used at other casinos and backed up with the appropriate amount of cash. The counterfeit chips that had made their way into the inventory had been identical to the Bali Hai chips so no one had spotted them until random UV testing had discovered the fakes, whose appearance had been traced to her section and her shift.

Initially, there was no reason to blame Crystal, but then things started to snowball. Her section came up short for the evening shift's take. Tens of thousands of dollars short. Then hackers breached computer security codes. Dozens of other little yet vital security glitches — all on her watch — had her pulling her hair out.

So yeah, she became a subject of intense scrutiny. And no, she had no explanation, just a lot of sleepless nights trying to figure out how this was happening on her watch.

She'd since triple-covered all of her security measures and prayed to the gods of roulette that she had a handle on things. That's when the unthinkable happened. Last night, twelve of the thirteen gaming tables under her direct supervision had been flooded with counterfeit twenty-dollar bills. Whoever distributed them had taken the casino for close to two hundred K.

Now here she was, standing in her boss's office listening to him tell her that someone had made an unauthorized entry into the vault using her access card.

For the first time since he'd called her in, Crystal breathed a sigh of relief. Cameras monitored the vault twenty-four/seven, three-sixty-five. If someone had used her card, it would be clear that it wasn't her. "Check the videos."

"We did." Mark Gilbert, the director of casino security, looked grim. He was fit, forty, and the model of corporate efficiency. "The digital video surveillance system developed a glitch during the time in question. Nothing was recorded. The computerized archiving just mysteriously came up empty. Convenient, wouldn't you say?"

Her heart dropped to her knees. There was no way a secure computer system like Bali Hai's could have been hacked into. Yet, it had happened. "You don't seriously believe I'm stealing from you?"

Gilbert sat behind his massive mahogany desk and stared past her rather than at her. "I don't want to, no. But given the circumstances, Miss Debrowski, we have no choice but to place you on leave without pay."

She swallowed back anger and frustration and tears. Gathered herself. "I understand." Actually, she didn't, but given the fact that the only case she had to plead was ignorance, what else could she say? As Gaming Manager, Crystal was the last line of resistance. The security breakdowns had occurred on her watch. That not only made her negligent, it made her suspect.

Gilbert pressed the intercom button on his phone. "Send them in."

The door opened. Crystal looked over her shoulder and saw two uniformed LVPD officers walking in.

The blood drained from her head, swamping her with dizziness. Oh God. She'd been waiting for the other shoe to fall. It hadn't just fallen, it had stomped, then ground into her with attitude.

She turned back to Gilbert, her heart pounding. "You're having me arrested?"

Her boss had the decency to look remorseful. "I'm sorry."

He was sorry and Crystal was scared to death as the officers Mirandized her and charged her with suspicion of grand larceny and embezzlement before they handcuffed her and led her out the door.

"And here I thought I was the only one who got to use handcuffs on you."

Crystal looked up from the corner of the white cement-block jail cell four hours later to see Johnny Duane Reed grinning at her from the other side of the bars.

Perfect.

Grinning and gorgeous, Reed was the last person she wanted to see specifically because until today he had been the only one who had ever gotten to use handcuffs on her.

A vivid memory of her naked and cuffed to her own bed while Reed had introduced her to a new way to enjoy Ben & Jerry's Jamaican Me Crazy Sorbet was not the diversion she needed at this point in time.

"Abbie called you," she concluded.

Abbie Hughes — now Abbie Hughes Lang — was Crystal's best friend. More than friend, actually. They were as close to family as it was possible to be without benefit of blood ties. Crystal and Abbie had been through it all together. All, possibly, except imprisonment.

"I was visiting the ranch," Reed said. "I was there when she got your call."

It figured that Reed would be back in Vegas and not bother to come and see her. Not that she wanted him to. Not that she cared.

"I need a lawyer, not a..." She paused, groping for the word that best described him.

"Lover?" he suggested with that cocky grin.

"Not the word I was searching for," she grumbled, but let it go at that because Reed would take further protests as encouragement.

"If you don't want him, sugar, I'll be happy as hell to take him."

Her cell mate, Jasmine, shot Reed her best come-hither hooker smile. Reed, of course, couldn't help himself. He winked at the ebony-skinned working girl, flirting outrageously.

Jesus, would you look at him. Hair too long and too blond. Eyes too sexy and too blue. Body too buff, ego in danger of liftoff. Standing there in his tight faded jeans, painted-on T-shirt, and snakeskin boots, he looked like God's guilty gift. Trouble was, he knew it.

So did Jasmine. So did Crystal. What she didn't know was why she was so glad to see a man who played at life, played at love, and played at caring about her. That was the sum total of Reed's commitment quotient. He played at everything.

"How you holdin' up, Tinkerbell?" he asked gently.

Oh God. He actually sounded like he cared.

"Careful, Reed. You might get me thinking you give a rip."

He had the gall to look wounded. "Now you've gone and hurt my feelings."

"Just get me out of here," she said, rising and meeting him at the heavy barred door.

"Working on it," he said. "Abbie and Sam are right behind me. They'll arrange bail as soon as they can."

"Bail's already made."

The jailer approached them with a set of keys and a sympathetic look. Crystal had gotten a lot of those looks during processing. It hadn't taken long for word to spread that she was Phil Debrowski's daughter. Thank God her mom and dad were on a three-week tour of Italy and weren't here to witness this.

Crystal backed away from the bars when the barrel-chested and balding deputy slipped the lock and slid open the door with a hollow, heavy clunk. "Hey Jake. Someone made my bail? Who?"

The deputy, who was clearly uncomfortable with the situation, shook his head. "You'll have to ask at processing, Crystal. They don't tell me that stuff down here."

"I've always had this prison chick fantasy," Reed said confidentially as Crystal slipped out of the cell. "You know — sex starved, man hungry."

"Stow it." Crystal marched past him, ignoring his warped sense of humor. She was tired and terrified and doing her damnedest not to let either show.

"Hey, hey," he said gently and caught her by the arm. "Looks like someone could use a hug."

Yeah. She could use a hug. She could use a hundred hugs but now was not the time, this was not the place, and he was not the man she wanted to show the slightest bit of weakness to. "What I need is fresh air."

"Sure. But first, do a guy a favor." He leaned down close and whispered in her ear. "Make my fantasy complete. Tell me that you and the sister there had a hair-pulling, nail-scratching catfight and I'll die a happy man."

"Screw you, Reed."

He dropped a hand on her shoulder, squeezed, and poured on his Texas drawl. "Now you're talkin'."

Copyright © 2009 by Cindy Gerard

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  • Posted November 28, 2008

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    Great romantic suspense

    On the Vegas Strip, Crystal Debrowski works security at Bali Hai Casino. Her job is made harder because as her friend Abbie Hughes Lang puts it she is a ¿man magnet¿ due to her looks although she rejects all offers. Her latest admirer Yao Long refuses to accept her declination of a sexual encounter. The Asian crime lord pulls strings, which leads to Crystal¿s arrest based on her employer accusing her of stealing by substituting counterfeit chips and other security glitches; all occurring during her shifts as security game manager; Yao pays her bail.<BR/><BR/>Abbie knows Crystal is innocent and asks her spouse Sam and his cronies at Black Ops Inc (see TAKE NO PRISONERS) to help her friend. Before he can react, Yao¿s goons abduct Crystal taking her to his base in Jakarta. BOI agents led by before Texan Johnny Duane Reed mount a rescue. As they learn of Yao¿s human trafficking to include the apparent sale of an American general's daughter, Yao as belied by his Komodo dragon heart belief vows a fiery vengeance on those who affronted his honor. <BR/><BR/>This action-packed BOI romantic suspense thriller focuses on the entire amoral supply and demand of human trafficking as sexual slaves are a high selling commodity more than even the romance subplot. The story line is fast-paced from the onset while the key cast is fully developed. Especially interesting is Yao who believes strongly in his dragon heart that regular humans are inferior cattle to him. WHISPER NO LIES is a strong entry with a powerful deep focus on a currently thriving even with bad global economy abomination.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2008

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    good book

    in this trilogy, whisper no lies, in my opinion is the best. things seemed to come together very well. the characters were highly likeable, the plot was solid, however sad due to the reality of it. i believe cindy gerards, writing gets better with each book. if you like, suspense with romance and even some dark humor thrown in, i believe you would enjoy this book.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 6, 2009

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    Action, Romance, Suspense, Sexy - doesn't get any better!

    The third in Cindy Gerard's trilogy was just as riveting as the first and second - maybe even better because it was about Johnny! What a man. Crystal was the perfect woman to complement Johnny in every way. Their relationship was full throttle at every turn of the page.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 10, 2009

    Her best so far

    I've read all of Cindy Girard's romance/thrillers and this one was by far my favorite. As an entry in her Black OPs, Inc. series, it's a winner.

    It's got a terrific pair of lead characters, an bang-up plot with more twists than you'd expect. Every time you think you see what's coming she trhows in a really surprising turn.

    The romance is, as usual, both lustful and sweet, but in this book the action is more frequent. As a guy reading this, I especially enjoyed the in-your-face, against all odds story as the good guys (and girl) go toe to toe with a LOT of bad guys.

    If you want a book that will keep you turning pages, this is a great one to buy. I finished it in one read and wanted more.

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  • Posted March 5, 2009

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    AWESOME AUTHOR!!

    I had no idea I could enjoy a book so much. I picked this book up while looking for something to take with me to the beach for the weekend and before I knew it I was hooked and COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN! At this point, I decided I liked this woman's work and promptly set out on a mission to read everything she has written. I read them out of order, this trilogy and then the Bodyguard series, but all of the characters are tied and mentioned throughout each book, although it doesn't really give anything away, they each have their own exciting story. Great stuff!! I recommend this author to anyone who is looking for a little adventure to go with their romance.

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  • Posted September 14, 2013

    Love it!

    I read this book a few weeks ago so I don't remember a lot of specifics to write here, but I read the entire 7 book series and loved it! I would definitely read Book # 1 Show No Mercy before you read this one so that it all makes sense. One thing I do remember loving about this book was Johnny- one of my favorite characters in the entire series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2012

    Typical romance novel with action. Good for a lazy afternoon.

    Whisper is your typical romance novel but a good read for a lazy afternoon. All the men are muscled, handsome, and rugged. All the woman are beautiful, slender, some tall some short, but all slender, graceful, and conflicted.

    Is there ever a romance novel with good-looking fat women and men? Look around you at the mall sometime. It happens. :o)

    Of course, none of the black ops men in the book fart or burp. I was a navy wife for 21 years married to a Navy diver. At our backyard parties, they didn't play Croquet, but they did drink a lot of beer and sometimes have contests to see who could burp Yankee Doodle. Eh, who wants reality anyway?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2011

    Fabulously sexy and suspensful

    This is my 11th book by cindy gerard and i have loved them all. She knows how to build suspense and throw in amazing romance (and sex) and she does it in style. Loved this book!

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  • Posted April 5, 2011

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    Another Great Read!!

    This is the 3rd book in the series and it another one that keeps you on the edge of your seat with suspense. It is also full of romance and talks about a problem that is real in the world which is human trafficing. Once you start, you don't want to put it down until the end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2009

    Steamy

    This book is the perfect blend of suspense, drama, romance and hot hot sex! Loved it! I love reading her novels.

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  • Posted March 2, 2009

    My favorite series!

    Loved her Body gaurd series as well. Recommend Every one of her books.

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  • Posted January 14, 2009

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    Holy mother of all that is right in the literary world.

    Fast-paced, thrilling, sexy, dangerous. Loved it, couldn't put it down. Hot Hot Hot!!!

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  • Posted January 13, 2009

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    So & so...

    Not what I'd expected. I was bored one third into the story plot.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2009

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    You won't stop until you're finished!

    Cindy Gerard once again delivers an unforgettable read with Whisper No Lies! With its high level intensity and steaming sexual chemistry, you'll find it hard not to fall in love with another one of the BOIs! An exciting read from beginnig to end, Gerard also delivers a heavy dose of reality when she delves into the heartbreaking world of human slave trafficking. Whisper No Lies not only delivers, it explodes onto the scene leaving you breathless, satisified, and impatiently waiting for the next Cindy Gerard novel!

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