First of all, I want to wish everyone a very happy 2016! Here’s hoping the year brings you health, laughter, sexy stories and wine…lots and lots of wine!
I hope you’ll forgive me if I stray away from my beloved cowboys this month to talk about spies and intrigue instead. I have a new book coming out in just 6 days and I’m so excited, I can hardly stand it! Thought I’d take a moment to do a bit of hooting and hollering.
A CIA asset, an heiress and a corporate mediator
Trinity Masters, book 6
Sebastian has dedicated his life to upholding the ideals of the Trinity Masters. However, when his best friend, Juliette, is named Grand Master, he knows secrets he’s harbored will be revealed. While he expects Juliette to be angry, he does not expect her to call him to the altar, to bind him to a stranger, Grant, and to Elle, the woman who’s haunted his dreams for years.
Then Juliette reveals a secret of her own. There’s evil at play in the secret society and she needs him to root it out. Sebastian has no choice but to go undercover to spy on his own trinity. As the danger surrounding the trio grows, Sebastian is forced to choose between loyalty and love.
Because reluctantly bound to Elle and Grant or not, Sebastian can’t deny the pair have earned their place in his soul.
Sebastian Stewart walked through the front doors of the Boston Public Library like a man with a noose around his neck. He had returned to the States at the ass crack of dawn that morning and headed straight to the legacy house, in hopes of catching Juliette there. He and his best friend—the new Grand Master—had some air to clear. A lot of it. He’d fucked up big time and had returned to Boston with the knowledge that he would have to work overtime to convince his oldest and dearest friend that he was truly sorry.
However, he hadn’t found Juliette at the house the two of them shared with several other legacies of the Trinity Masters. Being raised as part of the elite, ultra-secret society came with some nice perks. One main bonus was the connections Sebastian had to very wealthy, successful members of society.
His family, like Juliette’s, had been part of the Trinity Masters since the inception. Sebastian’s parents, his two moms and his father, were high-ranking officials working in various areas of the Department of Justice. His biological mother was the head of the DOJ cybersecurity department, while his “Aunt Joyce” was a professor at Quantico. His dad was just recently named Deputy Director of the DEA after spending years in the field as one of the department’s top agents.
When he considered his upbringing, he decided it shouldn’t have come as any big shock to Juliette that he’d followed in his family’s footsteps and pursued a career with the CIA.
However, it was a surprise. Because for the past few years, he’d lied to her, claimed he was employed as an aid worker. The lies hadn’t rested easy on his shoulders, but he hadn’t had a choice when it came to revealing the truth to her.
What he had found at the legacy house was a letter taped to the door of his bedroom. He hadn’t spoken to Juliette and he hadn’t told her he was coming home. Apparently it didn’t matter. The Grand Master was keeping tabs on him. Sebastian had opened the letter, breaking the wax seal on the ornate envelope with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The contents of the letter were the reason he was now dodging tourists in the front lobby of the public library, his head pounding due to lack of sleep, stress, and a healthy amount of pure fury.
She’d called him to the altar.
Juliette, in a pique of anger, had decided to punish him by setting him up with his trinity. He couldn’t believe she was so furious with him that she’d seek revenge in such a petty, immature, lifelong way. And the worst part was she’d set up the ceremony knowing exactly what time his flight was landing, ensuring he wouldn’t have time to talk to her beforehand.
He bypassed the library elevator and headed for the stairs. He needed to blow off some steam, to try to burn off some of this red-hot rage. When he reached the third floor, he made his way along the dingy aisle to the rare books room. Once inside the tiny room, he crossed to the storage closet door. As always, there was no one in the room. It was simple enough to enter the closet without being seen. He moved the book cart aside and pressed the secret button that revealed an ancient elevator.
Sebastian glanced at his watch and scowled. He was cutting it close. As it was, he’d barely have time to find the dressing room and don his robe before the bell rang to signal him into the chamber. Juliette had timed her revenge well.
The difference between the third floor of the library and the elegant hallway he found himself in when he stepped off the elevator never failed to feel like culture shock. Upstairs, the floors were covered in wall-to-wall carpeting that was thirty years past its prime, held to the floor with duct tape and dirt. In the Trinity Masters’ chambers, the floors were pristine, sparkling granite that screamed of prestige, sophistication, power.
He walked down the corridor and took a deep, steadying breath as he approached the dressing rooms. He passed B and C before standing outside his own assigned room, A. Glancing at the closed doors, he could only assume that his future partners were ensconced inside, donning their own robes, waiting with nervous anticipation and the realization that their lives were about to change forever.
His temper flared hot once more. This was bullshit. No matter what lies he had told to Juliette in the past, everything he’d done had been to protect her, with the best interest of the Trinity Masters at heart.
The Trinity Masters protected the country—and they’d been doing so since his forefathers helped dump some tea into the harbor. To be a member of the Trinity Masters meant giving your life to the society and its cause. And if that meant you lied to your best friend about what you really did, then you lied. And if you had to hack your best friend’s email on behalf of the U.S. government, then you hacked it.
In her heart, she knew that being a member meant getting your hands dirty, meant doing things that might seem unsavory, but were necessary. When they’d been teenagers she’d taken the high moral ground—a rebellion against her father, the Grand Master.
Now, Juliette was the Grand Master, had clearly found his file, and she was using her newfound power. For her to fuck with his life so carelessly was unforgivable.
He had returned to Boston to apologize. If Juliette went through with this, if she pledged his life to two strangers chosen specifically to punish him, then the apology would be hers to issue.