Erotic Romantic Suspense
Special Investigations Agency series
August 2004
Published by and available from Ellora's Cave
What could be more complicated than having hot, over-the-edge, inappropriate sexual fantasies about your boss? Acting on them.
Working for Division Six Director Ben Darrock brought agent Ellie Sterling into close contact with the gorgeous Scotsman on a daily basis. She couldn't ignore any longer the smoldering looks and electric chemistry that surged between them, but their chaotic attraction could destroy their careers. When Ellie receives threatening notes and Ben's protective streak kicks in, she realizes she must take action that could put them both in harm's way or separate them forever.
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"Over The Line is seduction personified. It is hot and smooth... the
suspense grabs the user interest and does not let go until the end. Denise comes
up with a smashing story!"
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"A cabin in the mountains, two snowed-in agents-turned-lovers, and a
stalker on their trail --those elements added together with some torrid sex, give
you Denise A. Agnew's new romance, OVER THE LINE. The story flows smoothly and
although it's part of a series, this tale stands on its own. The plot is so intriguing
and the tale so filled with captivating characters, I found myself scurrying to
see what other stories belong with OVER THE LINE. Immerse yourself in a story
filled with danger, sex that will rock your world, and deep emotion. Ms. Agnew
has written a truly remarkable suspense-filled romance that readers are sure to
find pleasurable. Grab your copy today."
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"It sizzles between Ben and Ellie a lot, almost too much to breathe
normally... Ms. Agnew knows how to ignite the passion between her leading characters
and to create a romance that feels believable and compelling... If you like
erotic suspense of obsession and desire you shouldn't miss this one!"
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"What is not to love about a big, burly Scotsman? And when his woman
is just as fiery as he is, it means sparks are sure to fly, and that they definitely
do in this consistently HOT story. Denise A. Agnew has written romantica as it
should be. All the elements are included in this seriously steamy tale. Be sure
to pick this up and see how good crossing that line can be."
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"Ms. Agnew writes an erotically charged story with a hint of danger
and a whole lot of love. Seeing Ellie struggle with what is right and wrong, while
ignoring the threat to her is amazing. Seeing Ben charge in like a white knight
makes you melt inside. I couldn't stop turning the pages until I found out
if they find happiness and if the stalker gets stopped in time. Once you pick
up OVER THE LINE, you won't want to put it down. It's gripping plot
and sensual scenes will keep you enthralled until the very end."
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"OVER THE LINE is definitely a romantic suspense, combining danger,
sexual attraction, and a crazed stalker. Ms. Agnew delivers an eerie tale of desperate
obsession and attraction. Ben and Ellie heat up the pages from the very beginning
with their sexual attraction and mutual desire, making for a very intense, passionate
story."
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"This isn't going to be easy," Ellie Sterling said to the empty hallway as she strode toward her boss's office, the last bundle of message traffic in her hand.
Florescent lights in the narrow hall burned her tired eyes. She'd spent too many sleepless nights worrying about the plans she must take.
Ben Darrock would bust a gasket when he saw the other note nestled among the items she needed to show him. Correction. The big Scotsman would come unglued and start demanding that she take action.
When she arrived at his door, she stopped and stared at the name plate. Ben Darrock, Director, Division Six. It always took nerve to step into this room. To talk with him. To be near him.
She knocked.
"Come," a deep, Scottish accent said through the closed door.
Come. She couldn't hear that innocent word in his voice without wondering what it would feel like to climax with him deep inside her. Since the first day she'd walked into the agency as a new employee she'd felt this insatiable sexual reaction to him, unstoppable and fierce. Fantasies about having Glasgow born Ben Darrock in her bed frequented her nighttime dreams more than she wanted to admit. But reality and castles in the sky didn't mix at work, and she understood that as well as the next person.
She strove for a year to convince herself she couldn't break rules and code of conduct in the workplace. Drooling over the boss didn't fall under the category of responsible, sensible or any other ible she could recall. Now she didn't care. As the cliché said, life was too damned short. Get on with it. He isn't going to wait all day.
As she clasped the doorknob, a flush heated her face. Here goes.
Seconds later she stepped into his large but austere office. He kept it clean, organized, and modern to the point of dull. The whole place lacked warmth, and one of the secretaries in Division Six once suggested Ben must be like that in bed. Cold. Perfunctory. Boring.
Like hell.
While Ellie possessed no tangible evidence, she knew by instinct that Ben owned a passionate nature that once aroused could consume a woman. Make her want, say and do things she'd never imagined before. Oh, yeah. A woman could find fire in his arms.
She had the evidence. Over the last year she'd encountered him in situations where they stood close together, talking about work. She'd breath in his crazy-making scent, a tantalizing combination of sandalwood and musk. She would look up and see the sparkle of amusement or a devouring gaze that said he appreciated her as a woman.
Less then a week after she'd met him she saw warmth in his gaze, an interesting mix of gentleness and pure male hunger that made her tingle from her long braided hair to her barely there bikini panties. Heat stirred inside her remembering the bone-melting attraction and craving she experienced each time he looked at her that way.
Then Ellie's gaze fell on the picture of his long dead wife sitting on his bookshelf and a little of her enthusiasm faded. Maureen Darrock, gone six years, stared out from the picture, blonde, icy, and beautiful.
A memory with which Ellie couldn't compete.
Seconds drew out until the Scotsman looked up from his desk and the papers in front of him. "Ellie." An almost tender smile touched his lips. "What have you got there?"
His one-hundred percent rich Scots accent held the right amount of sexy nuance to make her feel lustful and excited in less then a heartbeat. Whenever his melodious voice said her name, heat coasted across her body like a flash fire.
"I brought the latest messages. I could have emailed them, but I needed to see you."
He captured her gaze and held it. Dark coffee eyes smoldered with instant, unmistakable admiration. He nodded. "All right. What's this about?"
To her surprise he left his desk and came towards her. Today he wore a dark green sweater that couldn't hide the impressive width of his shoulders and neat dark slacks that fit him as if tailored for the tall man.
"The daily message traffic is heavy. There's some disturbing data here on the situation in Ireland I thought you'd like to see."
He stopped in front of her, too close for comfort. When he reached for the file, his fingers brushed hers. Tingles raced through her hands at the innocent touch. He flipped through the file and perused the messages without a word.
While he read, she couldn't stop looking at him. She loved his face. His chiseled nose and well-drawn mouth belonged on a movie star. The close cut, attractive trim of his mustache and beard sculpted his face. Some women thought his longish hair and mustache and beard too much. All she saw was drop-dead, outrageously sexy. The fact he could get away with the look in the SIA said much. The man proved himself professionally time and again and no one could deny that.
And his body. Well, his body defined all that a woman could want. At least, all she could want anyway. Over the year she'd worked with him she saw him in suits, ties, casual work clothes and even once at a picnic wearing a tight tee shirt and shorts. The t-shirt had molded his wide shoulders, lovingly hugging muscled arms and chest to perfection. Her gaze had gotten snagged on the hint of six-pack stomach under that white shirt. His shorts had not hidden the fact his ass was world class and his legs-oh, his legs. Long, hard with strength. All SIA agents had to be in tip top shape, but it was obvious he'd gone out of his way to hone an athletic frame to die for.
She had to tilt her chin up to look into his eyes. While she topped five six in stocking feet, his six foot two frame towered over her. His muscular body always made her feel safe and female in the most primal way.
Yeah, the man is categorically, undeniably fuckable.