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Agent Provocateur by Nathalie GrayHe has been trained to infiltrate the enemy and kill it from the inside, a breathing weapon, a super soldier with genetic enhancements that brand him a freak. He doesnt care. He needs no one. But when he meetsMoreAgent Provocateur by Nathalie GrayHe has been trained to infiltrate the enemy and kill it from the inside, a breathing weapon, a super soldier with genetic enhancements that brand him a freak. He doesnt care. He needs no one. But when he meets another like him, a woman as beautiful as shes dangerous, a strange thing happens to him”he starts to hope.TO MY READER: Ive always wanted to write a story set in my hometown of Montreal. Agent Provocateur is it. Against a backdrop of a 24th century dystopian society, this is the story of Troy and Mercury, both secret weapons in their own rights. As they slalom around obstacles, blow stuff up and generally destroy their way to their goal, they have to decide which is more dangerous”falling in enemy territory, or falling for each other. What have I done to my beautiful Montreal?!ABOUT THE AUTHOR: After a twelve-year career in the Canadian military (army), where I learned English and the many uses of parachute cord and gun tape, I decided to recycle my skills and become a writer. Of erotic romance. What can I say? Im a late bloomer.EXCERPT:Troy lunged low and fast. With a growl, Mercury sidestepped the sneaky attack by walking directly into his reach, right under his outstretched arm. She delivered a quick one-two-three jab in his ribs with her middle knuckle protruding, rewarded by a grunt of pain. Then still spinning, she let her right foot arc high”he was a tall man”and aimed for the back of his head. Her heel never landed. Surprisingly fast, he pivoted, caught her heel. For a split second, she could only stare into his dark eyes, note the menace there, before he flipped her. Hard. Despite some serious gymnastics and midair twisting, Mercury landed on her back and the next second received at least two hundred pounds of muscles.She oomphed when Troy landed a punch in the solar plexus. Pure instincts triggered the knee-jerk. He barely seemed to feel her kneecap connecting with his crotch. A long hand wrapped around her throat, squeezed.“You play a dirty trick on me again,� he pushed through his teeth. “And I might get pissed off enough to kick your ass for real. Got it?�Disheveled dark blond hair fell in a veil around his head, created a barrier that only their two faces occupied. In her right eye, his angular face took on a demonic shade of vermillion and amber. Like flames. After he moistened them, his lips glistened. Rendered gold to her heat-sensing vision. Shed never seen anyone with such mesmerizing heat patterns. Like a painting from a master, but with only reds and gold as palette.“Like to beat up on women, do you?� she breathed. Stubbornly stared into his eyes.“No, but for you, Ill make an exception.�The fricative revealed perfect teeth that gleamed like polished alabaster. She couldnt stop looking at his mouth, that wicked and dirty thing.He relinquished her throat to grab her other hand and force it above her head. She resisted for as long and as hard as she could. Mercury relished the obvious effort it took him to plant her knuckles into the granular tar.Troys lips quivered, curved into a lascivious grin. “I bet you like to make a guy work for it.�“If its easy, it cant be good.�“Ha! Isnt that something, we finally agree.� He lowered his face enough that only heat patterns filled her vision.Sexy.Without warning he pressed his mouth to hers. Not in a proprietary manner. More like a test. Mercury pushed up with her chin to meet him halfway. Remnants of a metallic tang on his tongue fired her sensory system.