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Without her blaster, flash discs and pulse spheres, Imara Baz felt naked, stripped of the tools of her trade. The silky material of her emerald-green dress swirled around her knees as she waited on the roof of the Talus News building. The high-heeled sandals she wore were totally impractical for a bodyguard, but going undercover as Maine Montroyal’s lover demanded a flashy, sexy style. If her Vazan Shield co-workers got a glimpse of her shiny emerald-painted toenails she’d never live it down.

Within minutes an Experience Resorts corporate rover landed. A broad-shouldered man dressed in black and two droids, Montroyal’s personal security detail, were first to deplane. The man scanned the area, gave her a detailed once-over, before Montroyal disembarked.

Shorter and slimmer than the bodyguard, Montroyal straightened the lapels of his gray suit, smoothed an errant lock of black hair, and headed toward her. His stride, confident as his smile, was quick without appearing hurried. Pretty boy handsome with eyes as blue as a tropical sea, the executive took her hands in his and checked her out from head to toe.

“Darling.” His lips grazed both cheeks. “Imara Baz?”

“Reporting for duty, Sir,” she whispered back.

“You look amazing.”

He introduced the bodyguard.

“Mr. Tanner.”

Brown eyes met hers, held, never drifting south to her obvious cleavage. “Ms. Baz.”

Tanner knew his place and respected Montroyal’s property but beneath that cool exterior Imara saw a warrior, ready to act with deadly force if necessary. Good qualities in a bodyguard.

Imara admired men like Tanner who were physically tough, action oriented and intense in every facet of their lives. Too bad she wasn’t partnered with Tanner instead of his boss. His high cheekbones, strong chin, and imperfect nose were appealing. Streaked by the sun, his thick and slightly unruly brown hair grazed his collar.

If his mind was half as fit as his body the job just might be interesting as well as profitable.

Montroyal addressed Tanner. “Are we clear to speak?”

The bodyguard nodded.

“Imara is Vazan Shield. She’ll be traveling with me until the Purists threat is handled. She’ll remain undercover during the course of her stay.”

Tanner’s eyes went hard and his mouth thinned, his reaction so subtle most would have missed it. Why hadn’t Montroyal informed his personal bodyguard of her arrival? Or had the boss failed to mention she was Vazan? Not everyone liked having a vampire on the team.

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