"James Bond never had it so Gooooooooooood!"
If you thought Bond was the ultimate spy spoof, think
again. Did James have three geriatric retired agents for
babysitters? Was he ever forced to drive a pink Mary Kay
Cadillac, rigged up by a pimply faced geek? Did 007 have a
malfunctioning robot kitty named F.I.D.O. for a side kick?
At the very least, his agent number wasn't a bra size!
Oh but there's an up side. Bond always gets his man, not to
mention a few ladies along the way. Camryn O'Brien,
B.L.I.S.S. agent 36DD, may control her cat with hot dots
implanted under her skin, but she's about to meet the
man who will push every one of them.
Owen Sitall, the world's richest man, has an obsession. In
his entire life he has never won a game of Monopoly. He'd
even banished his own son, when at age six the boy had
beaten him. Owen had made Monopoly his life, building a
life-size board on his private island for the pleasure of
the rich and idle. Only the best was suitable for his
board. Owen had stocked the Community Chest (in more ways
than one) and acquired priceless items for his game tokens.
Now L.O.V.E.R., the League of Violent Economic
Revolutionaries, had sent their agent Zed to take him out,
and it was Camryn's first mission to protect him at any
Why pick a novice agent for such a dangerous mission?
Camryn is not without her gifts. B.L.I.S.S. Chairman Y had
been mightily impressed with her intuition, but 36DD has
something even more unique. Raised by her father and a slew
of older brothers, she had never had to raise a finger in
her own defense. She had allowed this, but somehow over
time the men who stepped in to control her life always
wound up in the hospital. Yes, Camryn O'Brien could maim
with her mind! That doesn't bode well for the leather clad
hunk on the motorcycle, riding directly ahead of her team
as they enter the island through the mainland tunnel. His
whole body oozes control.
Jace Sentori, is also on a mission. The illegitimate son of
Sitall owes his father nothing. But, after being booted
off the island for being a winner, he'd been abandoned to
his grandparents by a mother in pursuit of another sugar
daddy, Only then had he learned the meaning of family.
Owen was family whether he chose to acknowledge it or not,
and Jace was determined to protect him from his own folly.
Oh yeah, Camyrn had him pegged right. Jace was a protector
through and through, and he'd come to take back Owen's
purloined tokens, before the rightful owners took out his
all, Jace was the Game Master. He was always in control and
he never lost. Of course he'd never come across the likes
of Camyrn O'Brien. Her hot, hot, body was only one of her
attractions. Camryn was nothing like a secret agent should
She cared, about everyone and everything, which made her
completely unpredictable, and completely irresistible.
This pair may have cornered a Monopoly on sexual tension,
because every time things heat up between Jace and Camryn,
something crazy happens to delay the inevitable. Holy
Me.....Ow, batman. Romantic suspense was never like this!
Bangs, known for her spicy time travels, has brought her
hot, hot, humor into the contemporary arena. Let me tell
you, it was pure bliss. I can't wait to see what Lisa Cach
does with Dr. Yes.
Copyright © 2003
Reviewed by Leslie Tramposch
Posted January 28, 2003
The world's richest man, Owen Sitall, was a flop at a
certain game. As a child he'd only beaten the dolts his
father paid to lose; as an adult he built an enormous board
so he could win on his own. And he'd left nothing to
chance. His island was a playground for the beautiful and
rich, stocked with community chests. But he and his
bodyguard Peter Bilt didn't know that L.O.V.E.R. -- the
League of Violent Economic Revolutionaries--had come to
play in his hotels...and their plans to bankrupt him had
already passed Go.
Camryn, novice agent #36-DD of B.L.I.S.S -- the
international organization that fought crime anywhere from
St. Croix to St. James Place--found her assignment clear:
Protect the fanatical Sitall from financial ruin. But she'd
have a big shoe to fill. And though she got to ride in the
little race car (a pink Cadillac), she had a feeling that
being a spy didn't just mean free parking. Before this was
over, she'd be rolling the dice with her heart.
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