Lock 'N' Load

Lock 'N' Load

by Tee O'Fallon

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ISBN-13: 9781718972438
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 05/10/2018
Series: Federal K-9 , #1
Pages: 370
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.82(d)

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CHAPTER 1

Present day

Trista dug into her bag for her ID and pushed through the heavy glass door of the George Bush Center for Intelligence, aka CIA headquarters.

Though it was early September, summer was still in full swing, and the building's cool interior was a welcoming, icy whisper over her face. Of course, on a day like today, she probably shouldn't have worn her long gray pencil skirt with its matching long-sleeved knit blouse. But the outfit was comfy and covered nearly every square inch of her, which was precisely why she'd chosen it. Baring a lot of skin had never been her thing.

Voices echoed in the cavernous lobby as she walked briskly across the sixteen-foot-wide circular floor seal bearing the well-known eagle-and-shield symbol of the CIA. Trista groaned inwardly. She hated Mondays. Not because she hated work. Hardly. She absolutely loved her job and had ever since she'd interned with the CIA during college.

With majors in math and computer engineering, she'd been recruited by the agency only days after graduating from Columbia University. Having interned for several summers in St. Petersburg, she was also fluent in Russian and naturally gravitated to the agency's Directorate of Analysis, focusing on Russian politics. But her true love was computer cryptography, part of the Directorate of Science and Technology. There, she'd quickly discovered she possessed that ultra-rare talent for seeing things in codes and ciphers that no one else could see, and finding patterns and associations hidden beneath layers of jumbled data. At thirty-three, she was one of the youngest — and the only CIA employee — to work on projects simultaneously for both directorates. Including her current assignment: surveil the cultural attaché to the Embassy of the Russian Federation in Washington, D.C. On the internet, that was. And she was eager to log in and get back on his digital trail.

I really, really do hate Mondays.

Mondays were reserved for tours, and sure enough, an early morning student tour of the building was already clogging the lobby, partially blocking the two employee lines to the security checkpoints. Even those lines were unusually long this morning. The magnetometer occasionally beeped from someone who failed to remove keys from their pocket, and the X-ray machine's conveyor belt rattled and thumped as visitors placed their bags and briefcases down for inspection. Until recently, Langley didn't allow public tours, but now that they did, they weren't taking any chances with shoddy security.

She got into one of the two employee lines and began tapping her ID card against her thigh. Her latest assignment was the first one in months that had really gotten her juices flowing, and she was eager to dig in. With her analytical aptitude for anything requiring a computer and all things coded, she was a whiz at her job. Hence, the additional security clearances that came with the embedded circuitry in her ID card.

"C'mon, c'mon." She tapped the card harder against her thigh. It was just before seven a.m., an atypically early time for a student tour. Due to the seven-hour time difference between Virginia and Russia, she'd altered her shift to start an hour earlier, and the delay at getting upstairs to her computer was irritating. Eavesdropping on someone eight time zones away was a royal pain in the zadnitsa.

To keep herself occupied, she turned her attention to several boys who were part of the tour. She'd learned early on as a child that she was a people watcher, and she was good at it. Ironic, since she considered herself socially inept. Her three gifts in life were her analytical mind, her ability to read people, and, of course, her fluency in Russian. Beyond that, I got nothin'. With her, social skills and good looks must have skipped a generation.

The boys had caught her attention partly because they were big, seventeen she'd guess, and partly because they were standing close to each other, leaning in and whispering. A clandestine huddle. She wasn't an operative — a CIA agent — but she loved the lingo.

In unison, the boys craned their necks, eyeing the employee checkpoints. One of them grinned slyly, nodding his head. She'd bet he was the leader of the pack and was trying to act cool in front of his friends by doing something totally brainless.

She snorted. Don't do it. He wouldn't be the first idiot to try to blow past the visitors' screening checkpoint, and he probably wouldn't be the last.

"Hey, Tris!" a bubbly voice called from somewhere behind her.

She looked over her shoulder to see her friends, Bonnie and Kevin, at the back of the employee line. She waved back, grinning at Bonnie's attire. Her friend was everything Trista was not — gorgeous and a social butterfly extraordinaire.

Bonnie Mistrano was tall, about five foot eight, voluptuous, and wore skintight clothes. She had that whole Italian beauty queen thing going, and it worked for her. Men loved Bonnie, and she loved men. Ironically, Bonnie had it bad for Trista's teammate, Kevin Lowell. But Kevin was so blockheaded and job-obsessed that he appreciated RAM, memory space, and a super high-speed internet connection more than a beautiful woman's attention.

Kevin was a classic, pocket protector — wearing computer geek who had eyes only for his computer screen. The man was totally oblivious to how much Bonnie lusted after him, and Trista had been sworn via pinkie oath never to reveal how much Bonnie loved the guy.

The familiar whooshing from the glass shield entry panels opening and closing meant she was closer to the checkpoint scanner, with only a half dozen people in front of her. That's when she noticed the new cop standing in front of the scanner visually checking IDs before people swiped in. Holy moly. It would have been impossible not to notice him.

He was tall. Really tall. By her estimation, several inches over six feet. In her sensible, boring, flat shoes, he would easily tower over her measly five foot one. Perhaps he was new to the CIA's Security Protective Service, because she didn't think she recognized him. Then again, she probably needed new glasses.

Pushing her thick trifocals up higher on the bridge of her nose, she peered around the man in front of her to get a better look.

Wide shoulders and an impossibly broad chest filled out the cop's navy-blue uniform shirt. His short sleeves were filled with thick, bunching biceps. Her gaze traveled down his torso to his trim hips and from there to a pair of long, muscled legs flexing beneath his uniform pants, then back up to his duty belt loaded with, among other things, a large holstered gun.

With the line shortening, there were only three people ahead of her now, giving her an even better view. Pathetic though it was, she couldn't stop herself from cataloging more of the cop's assets.

Short, dark-brown hair curled boyishly around his ears, as if his cop haircut was on the verge of needing a trim. Deep, chocolate-brown eyes. Like Ghirardelli. No, Lindt.My favorite. With his straight, patrician nose, high cheekbones, and chiseled square jaw, he was GQ handsome, in a rugged kind of way.

The vigilant way he scanned the visitor line reminded her of a panther surveying the forest from the treetops, ready to strike its prey at any time. But what he did next was totally juxtaposed from the wild image she'd just created in her mind.

Alvin Sykes was the CIA's oldest living employee, and Alvin refused to use a walker, instead preferring to lean heavily on his cane. As he hooked the cane over his forearm to swipe in, he tottered, and the officer shot out a hand, steadying Alvin and allowing him to use his arm for added balance.

Unable to tear her gaze away, she continued watching the cop, alternately fascinated by both the infinite gentleness he showed to Alvin and the rippling play of thick muscles in his forearms. She'd definitely never seen him before. His was a face she could never have forgotten. He was unbelievably gorgeous. The man was like a living, breathing Greek statue cut from marble by the most gifted stonecutter in history.

Her perusal momentarily paused at the gold, rectangular name tag on that incredible chest. Sgt. M. Connors. When she looked up at his face, he was staring at her intently, almost ... thoughtfully. She froze, her throat clogging. Oh, pooh. Her face heated with embarrassment.

Why can't I be as fluent around men as I am with computers?

Yet another major flaw in her social abilities, or lack thereof. Getting outcast as a brainiac early on in school had led to social awkwardness — the source of her hot-guy anxiety. The minute she found a man even remotely attractive, she got flustered, and her ability to converse like a normal Homo sapien went totally out the window, as if someone had switched off the power button to her brain. Sadly, that had only worsened over the years.

She quickly averted her eyes from his and moved up in line until there was only one person standing between her and the scanner. She couldn't wait to get upstairs and escape to the comfort of her office — the one place in her world where she felt truly competent.

Dark brows drew together as Sgt. Connors stepped aside for her to access the scanner. That's when she noticed it. A tan-and-black dog sitting obediently at his side. She'd seen the other CIA K-9s before but never so close that she'd have to pass within inches of the animal in order to move through the checkpoint.

Unable to move, she froze. Dogs were definitely not her thing. Ever since a horrifying encounter with a dog when she was a little girl, she went out of her way to avoid them entirely. The fact that this one was a badge-carrying K-9 didn't alter her perspective on the animal in the slightest, and she intended to give it a wide berth.

"Good morning, Miss Gold."

Sgt. Connor's smooth, rich voice was so in sync with her whole melty chocolate analogy it wasn't funny, and Trista could swear she felt the reverberation of his words like a warm caress on her skin. Sure enough, goose bumps zinged up her back to her neck, and wow did it feel good.

How does he know my name? Duh. Cops know everything.

"M-morning," she mumbled, averting her gaze as she sidestepped both man and dog. In reality, she was more flustered by the man than the dog. She swallowed hard, gripping the ID card tighter in her hand. Her nervousness around Sgt. Connors was ten times worse than it had been around any other man.

No, make that a hundred times. A thousand. For crying out loud, what is it about this guy?

Trying not to appear flustered — yeah, good luck with that — she raised her now-trembling arm to insert her ID card into the scanner when she was shoved roughly aside and found herself falling ass-first to the floor.

When she landed on her butt, the abrupt jarring knocked her glasses off and sent her tight hair bun flying apart in disarray. Everything went blurry. Something big and dark blue dove past her, followed by something tan and black.

A dog barked, followed by a loud grunt as something — or someone — hit the floor. People shouted, and heavy boots pounded past her.

Trista got to her knees, skimming her hands along the floor's cool surface, searching for her glasses. Her hair had come undone, and her blurry vision was that much more obscured by her own hair, making efforts at finding her glasses completely futile.

"Tris! You okay?" Bonnie shouted from beside her. "Here." She shoved Trista's glasses into her hand.

Her fingers closed around the plastic frames, and with shaky fingers, she pushed them on. Despite the audible chaos seconds earlier, the scene she focused on now was unexpectedly controlled.

Face down on the floor, not five feet in front of where she kneeled, was the same kid she'd rightly surmised would stupidly try to bolt through the employee entrance.

Bonnie sighed. "Will they ever learn?"

"No," they both said in unison, then laughed.

It had become trendy to try to blow through Langley's security, then post the video on social media.

The doofus was lying on his belly, his face plastered to the floor. The K-9 had its jaws clamped around the kid's forearm while Sgt. Connors had his knee planted solidly in the boy's back.

"Ouch. That's gotta hurt," Bonnie said, grimacing. "Although I don't see any blood."

"Sheba, pust," Sgt. Connors ordered.

The dog immediately released its jaws from the boy's arm, backing off and lying down, but still uttering an occasional growl. Even lying down, the dog's body quivered with obvious readiness to re-engage if necessary. The thought of all those sharp teeth clamped around her own soft flesh made Trista shudder.

In a matter of seconds, Sgt. Connors expertly and efficiently handcuffed the kid and hauled him to his feet. She noted that the boy's sleeve didn't appear to be torn by the dog's teeth. Amazing.

"Did you see that?" One of the other boys in line laughed and pointed to his friend.

"That was so cool," another said, laughing with his buddy.

"Young man" — one of the building's assigned tour guides shook her finger — "needless to say, your participation in this tour is over. Permanently." Trista gave a snort as Sgt. Connors handed the kid over to two other uniformed officers. That must have been the pounding of booted feet she'd heard — the cavalry had arrived. Granted, she'd been almost blind at the time, but she'd been impressed by the speed and efficiency with which Sgt. Connors and his dog had taken down the punk.

With a satisfied smirk, she watched the other officers walk the kid away. To where, she wasn't sure, since he looked to be under eighteen and, as such, a minor. Still, he had tried to breach a federal facility.

"Are you all right?"

Trista jerked her head around to find Sgt. Connors crouching on the floor beside her, his face only inches from hers, his incredibly broad shoulders blocking out all else. Big brown eyes pinned her, and she couldn't tear her gaze away. No, his eyes were more like cocoa, coffee, and caramel all rolled into one. Yummy.

The look he continued to give her was intense. His dark brows drew together as he searched her face, as if looking for injuries.

"Are you all right?" he repeated, frowning. Actually, it was more of a scowl.

Yes, she wanted to say. But her throat was clogged again, and no matter how much she tried, her lips wouldn't move.

She took a deep breath, praying it would kick her brain into gear. It didn't. The only thing it did was send his sexy, way-too-appealing aftershave directly to her lungs and her brain.

Say something, stupid.

"I —" She swallowed. Lord, she'd thought he was good looking before, but this close ... OMG. She might not be able to speak to certain men, but that didn't mean her libido was dead. For a man, he was utterly stunning.

"Tris?" Kevin asked. "You okay?" Only then did she realize he'd come to her aid as well and was now crouching next to Bonnie.

"Do you think you can get up?" Sgt. Connors held out an enormously large, incredibly strong-looking hand. "Let me help you."

Now staring stupidly into his eyes, she placed her hand in his, noting several thick scars on his hands and forearms. As he began pulling her to her feet, an inhuman snort ruffled her hair.

A large brown-and-black muzzle thrust its way into her peripheral vision. Trista gasped and scrambled in the opposite direction — straight into Sgt. Connors's hard chest.

Her pulse pounded. Her body trembled as she took in quick breaths. The dog stared at her steadily from ambergold eyes, a shade lighter than Sgt. Connors's.

She tried pushing herself farther from the dog, but not only weren't her sensible shoes gaining traction on the shiny granite floor, Sgt. Connors's body was an immovable mountain of muscle.

Still holding her hand, he hugged her tighter against his body, wrapping his other arm around her waist. "It's okay ..." His deep voice rumbled in her ear. "Sedni." In response to his command, the dog sat. "Sheba won't hurt you. She's here to protect you."

"I d-doubt that." Cynophobia — fear of dogs — was something she'd lived with since she was six years old.

He gave a slight tug and pulled her to her feet. Blood rushed to her head, and she wavered, instinctively putting out a hand for balance. Her fingers contacted the center of his chest. His shirt felt odd, and it occurred to her that he was wearing a protective vest under his uniform. That, and he smelled really, really good. Like cedar, leather, and dark rum all rolled into one intoxicating scent.

(Continues…)


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Lock 'N' Load 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Enjoyed everything about this book. Can't wait to read more by this author. Highly recommend. Mjw
belllla More than 1 year ago
A sweet emotional love story full of suspense and mystery. Trista is shy awkward analysis at the CIA, Matt is a part of security there. After the first time they meet in an awkward situation it seems that Matt and Trista are destined to come together. Matt saves Trista's life more than once and after her house is destroyed because of the seriousness of the situation Matt is set to be Trista personal bodyguard. For Trista is that very hard because she is scared of the dogs, awkward when she is around Matt and her life is at risk. A lovely funny story, with great characters, great plot. Both Trista and Matt well developed likable. Matt has some deep scars from the past and because of Trista, he is the first time in his life, strong enough to process all the baggage. And Matt helps Trista to embrace her beauty and kindness. Really likable read. I volunteered to review an ARC of this book for Netgelly.
LynnB888 More than 1 year ago
Action packed and exhilarating! With the start of a brand new Federal K-9 series, Tee O'Fallon quickly draws us into the heart of a case that will keep us on our toes throughout. We meet the hero and heroine who quickly catch our attention, plus meet an extended group of friends who I can only assume will be the stars of books going forward. There's a fun camaraderie among them all that makes them a great edition to the book. The plot was well developed with a lot of action and suspense. CIA analyst Trista Gold knows computers like the back of her hand, but people ... yeah, people have always been awkward for her. Her job with the CIA brings her biggest passion to life as day in and day out she cracks code and passes along invaluable information regarding national security. She never thought her latest bit of intel would change her life so drastically! CIA K-9 officer Matt Connors happens to be on check-point duty one day and meets Trista. She might think she's socially awkward, but to him, she's adorable. Luckily he still has her on his mind later than night when danger comes knocking! When two attempts are made on her life in a short amount of time and Matt rescues her from both, he decides he's not leaving her side until he finds out who's after her ... and why!
WLRagan More than 1 year ago
I was given this book in exchange for my honest review. This was my first Tee O'Fallon book. Trista Gold is a CIA Analyst and Sgt. Matt Connors is a CIA K9 officer/handler. Trista is shy and trys to make herself as invisible as possible Trista stumbles on some intelligence that has the Russians trying to kill her. Matt happens to come along in time to save her life both times. The story is how Matt tries to protect her from the hitman out to kill her. Matt has demons in his past that Trista tries to help him overcome as he helps her come out of her shell. I really liked the author's writing style. There are several of Matt's former military team that are also dog handler's for various agencies. I am guessing the rest of these handsome men will get their own stories and I will be watching for them. I recommend this book and look forward to reading more by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it!
Splashesintobooks1 More than 1 year ago
What a brilliant start to a new series this proved to be - I really can’t wait to read the subsequent books in the series! Take Trista Gold - one, shy, introvert, CIA computer geek, someone highly talented at analysing, programming and searching for evidence of spies on the black web . . . . make her a talented Russian linguist - then have her inadvertently make herself a target for those she’s endeavouring to uncover. A target they attempt to assassinate not just once but twice! Now have her saved both times by a handsome CIA K-9 officer, Sergeant Matt Connors, even though she’s scared of dogs! This is a brilliant spy thriller and romantic suspense story. The main characters are superbly developed, both strong in their own way yet having vulnerable aspect that help make them easy to relate to. The situations in which they find themselves are action packed, life threatening and portrayed so you almost feel you are there with them. The attraction may be there from very early but, for very different reasons, neither act upon it until they had built up a relationship based on trust. This action packed story is packed with intrigue and I thoroughly enjoyed escaping into it. There are other excellent characters in Matt’s friends and their K-9 partners - I’m hoping some of these will feature as the main characters in future stories in the series! If you enjoy romantic suspense -  with the stress on suspense - and stories involving K-9s you’ll probably love this story, too. I requested and was given a copy of this novel, via NetGalley, with no obligation. This is my honest review of the book after choosing to read it.
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
You know how sometimes in real life you are crushing on someone from afar, hoping they will notice you and return your feelings? That is how this story starts out, but grows from there. And wow, does it pack a doozy! I love confident, protective, strong military men, and Matt is the perfect specimen for my favorite. But he also is a little messed up, which makes him that much more likeable because you want him to be whole. Trista is amazing. She is brilliantly smart, quick as a whip, and a total non-pushover. I loved her character from the very beginning. And when the two of them finally meshed and got together, sparks flew. Now Matt did make me a little frustrated with his reactions, although it was completely understood. Trista and Matt made a good team, both professionally and personally. They solved the crime together. The ending was heartwarming and very healing. I do hope we get more from the men on Matt's team because I am already intrigued by them. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
You know how sometimes in real life you are crushing on someone from afar, hoping they will notice you and return your feelings? That is how this story starts out, but grows from there. And wow, does it pack a doozy! I love confident, protective, strong military men, and Matt is the perfect specimen for my favorite. But he also is a little messed up, which makes him that much more likeable because you want him to be whole. Trista is amazing. She is brilliantly smart, quick as a whip, and a total non-pushover. I loved her character from the very beginning. And when the two of them finally meshed and got together, sparks flew. Now Matt did make me a little frustrated with his reactions, although it was completely understood. Trista and Matt made a good team, both professionally and personally. They solved the crime together. The ending was heartwarming and very healing. I do hope we get more from the men on Matt's team because I am already intrigued by them. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
Monnie777 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I couldn't put it down which is a problem when it's 1am and you need to go to bed, haha!! I loved all the characters in this book. Trista is such a kitty underneath all that hidden plainess. It's good Suspense romance. Both Matt and Trista need to get over somethings in their past and they both help each other to accomplish that. Matt also becomes her protector against the evil after her. All the other K-9 men in this book sound like guys I would want to know in real life. Also who couldn't love Poofy and Sheba!! I hope there are more in this series! *Thank you NetGalley for allowing me to read this for my honest opinion*
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
For me this is a tough one to rate. This book has good and bad parts but overall it's not a bad read. The characters are interesting, there is plenty of suspense, and the story is intriguing. Bonus points for the hot guy with a great dog. The problem I had with the story was that is seemed to drag in places with a lot of nonsensical dialogue. Also I didn't feel the chemistry between Trisha and Matt. I found some parts of the story hard to believe as well. With all that said the suspense part of the story kept me interested even though the romance part of the story was lacking for me.
Linda__ More than 1 year ago
Wow!!! This is a fast moving book that I absolutely loved! Matt is a K9 cop working at the CIA, where Trista is an analyst. They barely know each other, but, before long, Matt finds himself fighting to protect her and keep her safe - which would be much easier if he knew who he was protecting her from or why she needed protection. The sparks flying from Matt and Trista were electric and I could practically feel the sizzle in my kindle. I loved them together and especially loved how they helped each other face their personal demons. Add in Sheba, the K9, and you've got all the elements for a great story. I particularly enjoyed learning more about police K9's and their training. I thought I knew all about them (my son is LEO training one), and the author managed to teach me even more about them in an engaging way. If you enjoy romantic suspense, you will love this book. While this is the first book I've read by this author, it won't be the last as I've added her to my must read authors' list. I'm looking forward to future books in this series.
In_My_Humble_OpinionDA More than 1 year ago
Hot guys, dogs and danger this story has it all. I loved smart and sweet Trista. Sometimes being brainy can be isolating but she doesn’t let it get her down. She is great at her job and she loves it. Her job is what lands her in trouble and what tosses her into the sphere of hot cop Matt Connors. Matt has issues and I was about to give up on him when he finally started to get his stuff together. Fans of Piper J. Drake will enjoy this book. The series has possibilities and I look forward to getting to know these guys and their K-9 partners.
ytcruz More than 1 year ago
I fell in love with Ms O’Fallon’s NYPD Blue and Gold series and couldn’t wait to read the first book of this new series. I absolutely loved it. This series centers around a group of very alpha law enforcement K-9 officers . This book starts with Sgt. Matt Connors’s story. Matt is a K-9 officer at the CIA and Trista Gold is one of the CIA’s computer whiz employees . A woman more comfortable with computers than with people, especially someone as alpha as Matt. Matt on the other hand, is a man that does not get attached and has concluded that he will never be able to love any woman. His past is tragic and sadly, has molded him to be the man he is today. When Trista comes across some dangerous information and almost lost her life not once, but twice, Matt is determined to take care of her and keep her safe. While the story will keep you on the edge of your seats with all the suspense, the Russian operatives, the hunky K-9 officers and all of the CIA and FBI involvement , it’s Matt and Trisha who will pull you in. The chemistry between these two is palpable. Each will help the other realize how great they are not only as individuals but also together. But in the end, will Matt’s past stop them from getting their HEA? And will the Russians be the ones to win? Another must read by this talented author. Can’t wait what she has in store for us in the next book. I was entrusted this copy by Netgalley and Entangled Publishing. The opinions expressed are solely my own.
BananaTricky More than 1 year ago
Along similar lines to the great K9 Rescue Series by D.D. Ayres but unfortunately not in the same league. Trista Gold is a mousy, computer analyst for the CIA, her speciality is a computer program that she designed which allows her to overhear conversations on the dark web and she has been tracking the movements and conversations of a Russian spy called Alexy Lukashin. She overhears an intriguing conversation in one chat room which talks about a mysterious 'someone' who is not what he seems, a reporter called Thomas George, and refers to a place called Iqaluit. Sergeant Matt Connors and his dog Sheba are a K-9 unit in CIA security. Trista is afraid of dogs and seeing Sheba throws her off balance and she falls over in the security line in front of Matt. Later that evening Matt is just in time to stop Trista being dragged into the woods by a man. Taking no chances, the CIA revokes Trista's clearance and puts her on administrative leave until they can determine whether the attack had anything to do with her work or Lukashin. As Trista's life is in danger she and Matt work together to try to piece together the meaning of the conversation that she overheard and why Lukashin wants her dead. I don't know whether I am exceptionally bad tempered recently or whether I am just in a string of books in which the characters have to tick every possible cliche but this was another one. Matt has issues dating back to his teenage years which mean he believes he can never be happy, or at least shouldn't be allowed to be happy. He must atone for the tragedy in his past and is building a centre for troubled teens where they will work alongside rescue dogs. Trista is a 30-ish virgin in frumpy clothes who suddenly becomes a goddess overnight after putting on a t-shirt and jeans. And of course as soon as she has sex she is suddenly a vixen in bed - yep, she's a sexual unicorn! For a virgin, her inherent sense of just how to drive his body crazy with need was beyond amazing. Trista's terror of dogs is miraculously cured by Matt in one afternoon, oh and he also buys her new clothes (after another attack on her means she can't leave the house) including a sexy green silk negligee - creepy or not? There's a 40 year old mystery to solve, a political situation to unravel (which of course both Matt and Trista instantly understand), psychotic Russians, incompetent FBI agents, kidnappings and multiple murders. And TBH, I still don't understand WHY Lukashin wanted Trista dead, he must have known that she had shared the transcript of the conversation with the CIA, after which killing her was pointless. This book could have done with less things going on. However, despite the 'kitchen sink' approach to plotting, this was an enjoyable CIA/FBI mystery which kept me reading on a long-haul flight. It is clearly intended to be a series featuring Matt's incredibly good-looking group of friends with their K-9 companions, each of whom works for a different law enforcement group. I will definitely read more in the series. I received a free copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
HeyerF4n More than 1 year ago
K9 to the Rescue. Loved this story, the first I have read by this author. It had everything you could possibly want - danger, suspense, romance and obstacles that have to be overcome for the Hero and heroine to get their HEA. Flawed but likeable characters, hot chemistry and a delightful dog. Highly recommended. I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.