Cinderella Undercover (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 20,870
9 Ratings (4.2)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]

Victoria Rosso works for Echelon Shield, an elite group of special agents. Their assignments sometimes require they work outside legal boundaries. Her assignment—to help the one man who'd ever gotten under her skin. Jaron Quinn was the best lover she'd ever had—and the one who left her six months ago without an explanation.

Jaron is undercover and has missed his extraction date. He works best under pressure and as former Navy SEAL, he’s been in harried situations before. Apparently ES has concerns. What in the hell is Victoria doing on his mission? It doesn’t take long to realize Cinderella Undercover is there for Jaron. So much for a simple operation. Now he has to deal with the one woman who knows exactly how to push his buttons—especially the switch that turns him on.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Cinderella Undercover (MF)
9 Ratings (4.2)

Cinderella Undercover (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 20,870
9 Ratings (4.2)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
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4.5 CHERRIES: "Excitement, suspense, danger and sexual power plays abound and astound in this action-packed story by the incomparable Ms. Waters. What a rush! The dialogue is to the point, bringing a reader into the suspense and drama of the moment. When Jaron and Victoria get burns up the pages. This is a must read for romantic suspense buffs who are short on time but want a book long in substance. Cinderella Undercover delivers what a reader looks for, with enough heat to make you sweat, characters that are exciting and a romantic happily ever after with a twist that is perfect for the story." -- Xeranthemum, Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews

4.5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "This book is fast paced and had me racing to the end. The intense scenes and strong characters, both good and bad, made Cinderella Undercover by KyAnn Waters breathtakingly brilliant. There was never a down moment. If you like an intense, hot read, then Cinderella Undercover by KyAnn Waters is a must for your reading library." -- Deb, Dark Diva Reviews

17.5/20 STARS: "Nice! This well delivered tale will burn up the screen on your computer and keep you on pins and needles. The characters were relatable, the plot well thought out and presented in a pleasing manner, the conflict and resolution worked well. All in all it was a really good story. With rockin' sex, in true Ms. Waters style, the hotness in this story doesn't disappoint. She has an uncanny ability to anticipate what her readers want and just when you think you are going to get one thing...oh, she surprises in the best ways. Of course it is a must read for all fans of Ms Waters, and if you aren't, then maybe you should be." -- Romancereader, Seriously Reviewed

4 STARS: "Ms. Waters creates a fast paced story in this condensed novella. The sexual tension between Victoria and Jaron is deliciously exposed for the reader to enjoy. Jaron can't keep his hands off of her. Victoria, in turn, can't say no and melts under his hands, body, tongue, basically every body part. Unfortunately for them, as they reconnect, the mission goes south real quickly. It becomes a Charlie-Foxtrot, causing both to be in danger and on the run. Overall, I found the story to be entertaining and sexy. The storyline is a familiar one. Ms. Waters was able to keep it lively and engaging. The hero was hot; the heroine easily kept up with him. I recommend this to readers interested in a happy ever after with a little bit of intrigue." -- BookAddict, The Romance Reviews

4 DRAGONS: I was absolutely enthralled with Cinderella Undercover. Victoria is one amazing woman. She knows the score. She can hob knob with the rich elite upper class and pose as anyone. She is very good at her job, and even though going after Jaron isn't what she ever thought she would be doing, seeing him again pulls them together as though they had never been apart. The passionate moments and the intense sex while they're on the run just melted me in my chair. I can just imagine their heightened arousal as they're running for their lives. There is amazing action, danger that will keep you holding your breath until they get out of each situation they find themselves in and the sex is definitely exciting and enticing all at once. KyAnn Waters does know how to keep me glued to the book and feeling like I am right there racing to get to safety with them. Don't miss this book. It will keep you reading from the first page until the end. You won't want to put Cinderella Undercover down, so make sure you have time to read this book all the way through. You won't want to miss a page of action." -- Judy King, Veiled Secrets Reviews

4 STARS: "Victoria and Jaron share a background together, as lovers, even though they work for the same quasi-governmental agency that sends them into dangerous undercover assignments, where they are always in danger. This time Victoria has to pretend to be a high class ‘escort’ as she tries to extract Jaron once his cover is blown on his current mission. Jaron has to finish hacking into sensitive computer information before they can escape, so the information can be relayed to their boss. I had a little trouble with these two having sex even in the middle of danger. I thought that self-preservation would override physical needs for each other, but maybe not. Maybe the sexual rush adds more ‘fight or flight’ adrenalin. There is non-stop action that gets hotter and hotter as Cinderella Undercover continues. Exciting read for beach, airplane or fireside." -- Alberta, Manic Readers

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“Are you here for me?” he whispered, knowing Maxwell’s security team would be listening through the devices placed throughout the room. The house was wired, but there were a few safe locations. The most sophisticated equipment wasn’t failsafe. ES’s intel had been detailed and extensive but hadn’t sufficiently profiled what Jaron would encounter.

“Not you, specifically.” The breathy words whispered near his ear. The seductive scent of her perfume lingered close to her skin. He breathed deeply. “But I’m sure I could be of service to you.”

“Maybe I’m not interested.” A slow surging of blood to his dick made a liar of him.

Inhaling, she brushed her breasts against his chest. Then she released a shuddering exhale. The angle of her hips rubbed her against the hard bulge of his cock swelling against the zipper of his jeans. “I assure you.” She rocked against him, playing her role perfectly. “I can assist you with your not-so-small problem.”

He growled, gripped her hips, and let her feel the full measure of his arousal. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for? I like to play rough, dirty.”

“Then you think it’s dangerous for me to play with you?”

“Damn straight. A smart, beautiful woman should know when she’s in over her head.”

“Hmm. Maybe I like to play with fire.” She nipped his chin. “But I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until after I speak with Mr. Evenson. I believe he has plans for me this evening.”

Rage, white and hot, flashed through him. Six months ago, his future was too uncertain to continue his involvement with Victoria. But if she thought for a minute he’d be able to stand by and watch her flirt or anything else with a brutal man like Maxwell Evenson, she was out of her beautiful mind.

Jaron didn’t give a damn why Amine thought he needed to send her in. He could handle Evenson. No way was he letting Tory involve herself.

He leaned in, pinning her to the wall. “You should know we’re under surveillance.”

“I like an audience.” She cocked her head coyly to the side. “Do you want to watch?”

He released a breath. “What do you think?” She knew he did. The last time they were together, Victoria draped across the bed, her thighs open while she fingered her clit. Small gentle circles at first built pressure until she bit hard on her lower lip and cream trickled from her center. He’d delved between her thighs, lapped her honey until they’d both been drunk with lust.

Jaron convinced himself what he’d felt for her couldn’t be love, because he’d had to protect her—by leaving her. Staying together put her at too much risk. Frank had shown him that. Shown him that a man who lived on the edge and risked his life for the cause couldn’t love a woman like Victoria. Yes, she was part of ES, but she would never infiltrate cave camps in Afghanistan, or become part of a Central American drug cartel to stop the flow of cocaine over the border. Amine had pointed out the hard truths. Jaron might not come home one day. They both loved Victoria enough not to put her through the loss of another person she loved.

Jaron brought their faces close together. “If you push me, princess, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

“Princess? Perhaps you should be on your knees.”

He chuckled. Breath mingled. “A tempting offer.” One he remembered sampling often. He recalled her swollen pink lips, parting her silken inner folds with his thumbs, and tonguing the pearl of her pussy, making her cream against his mouth. Swallowing hard, he salivated with want for a taste.

“I was given the impression that my services were needed.” Her pulse fluttered in the long column of her neck. She trembled at his nearness.

“You have no idea.” His hand molded to her hip. “But not here. Not now.” He spoke close to her lips. All he had to do was close the space between them. Their lips would touch, but that would compromise an already-delicate situation.

Eventually, any new connection between them would complicate their precarious situation. Whatever they once had, and as bitter as the notion was, this was a connection they shouldn’t have again. He wasn’t good for her, and she was too good for him.

Tell that to his cock.

Memories of her throaty laugh when she reached orgasm came rushing through his mind with the force of a tidal wave. He’d thought incessantly of her since the night he’d left her bed…her life. Yet here she was and he felt the same carnal desires jack hammering through his body.

He hesitated less than a minute. “Fuck.” He had to kiss her. “I can’t believe you’re here. God, but I wish you weren’t.” His mouth descended, hot, demanding, thoroughly kissing her. He pinned her to the wall, crushing her soft curves to his hard lines.

“Liar.” She moaned, melted against him as her arms circled his shoulders, gripping him. He wasn’t sure if she pushed him to get away, or clawed at him to move closer. He only knew he couldn’t stop the onslaught of need and desire. Applying pressure, he urged her mouth open, slipped his tongue past her teeth and exerted mild suction. Fuck. She tasted better than he remembered. Warm and soft lips pressed more firmly against his. Not light, tentative, or cautious. Deepening the heated kiss, he coaxed her tongue to dance with his.

He wanted more. He wanted her. But they were being watched. He already risked revealing their familiarity in their whispered words. Therefore, he wrenched his mouth from hers. His chest heaved as he regained his control. Yeah, right. With Victoria, he never felt in control.





Jaron knelt in front of her. With a gentle touch, he trailed his finger over the satin skin of her calf. He lifted her foot and positioned her leg over his shoulder. Juices saturated her drenched folds. His hands trembled as he cupped her buttocks. Jaron kissed her flesh, tasting the essence of her arousal. She was his. Whether she wanted to admit her feelings or not, she couldn’t hide the truth. He burrowed his nose into her blonde strip of curls and breathed deeply.

Victoria sighed and relaxed her legs. Her thighs fell open, and Jaron speared his tongue between her hot folds. Wild spicy flavors exploded on his tongue. He delved into her cream, licking, sucking, and reveling in the exotic tastes.

Jaron made the moments count. Sailing to nowhere, they were stealing a few precious hours to reaffirm what he’d almost lost—what he’d been sure he’d never have again. He feasted like a starving man, curling his tongue around her swollen clit and nibbling until she bucked against his mouth.

Her head thrashed on the seat, eyes tightly closed. Her breathy pants told him she was close. Reaching an arm around each of her thighs, he yanked her to the edge of the seat. Then he spread her pussy open, rasping his tongue from rosette to clit.

“Jaron, please.”

“Talk to me.”

“Don’t want to talk, want to come.”

He chuckled and pleasured her clit with his tongue in quick, fluttering flicks. “Tell me I’m forgiven.”

Her eyes snapped open. She leaned up and stared hard at him. “Forgiven for what?”

“For leaving.” He slid two fingers into her channel, searching out the sweet spot to make her come apart. Quivering hot flesh tightened on his fingers.

Victoria cried out as violent spasms rocked her walls. “Just don’t leave me now.”

Jaron gripped her shoulders, lifted, and turned her around. Bending forward, she braced her hands on the seat. Jaron grasped his cock, lubricated the tip with her juices, and then thrust into her from behind.

She moaned as his cock banged against the top of her channel. Hot, wet heat surrounded his shaft in a vise-like grip. Each deep slide sent a rippling wave of pleasure into his sac. Terrifying intensity propelled his powerful movements, terrifying because of his primal and complete feelings for her.

Victoria straightened, bumping her back to his chest. Jaron wrapped his fingers around the front of her warm neck and opened his mouth over her pulse point, sucking, tasting the spicy dampness of sweat and woman.

“Right here, right now,” he whispered. “We leave the past behind.” His thrusts became less frenzied, building to a slow crescendo. “We forget everything but right now.”

“Jaron, we can’t.” She angled her head, giving him better access to kiss her neck. “We have too much history.” She bit into her bottom lip and whimpered. He pressed deep and gyrated his hips. “We both have scars.”

He agreed, but in his entire life, she’d been the only one he’d let close enough to see his. He dropped his palm from her neck, trailing his fingertips across her collarbone until he cupped her full, smooth breast. Her chest heaved as she drew in a breath. He curved his other arm around her hip, brushing his fingers against her curls, then lower. He reached between her legs where their bodies joined. Cream soaked his hand, and he touched his cock as he slid between her pussy lips, feeling them stretch to accommodate his girth.

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