Hello, reader friend.
Helene hit our area hard. I’m lucky to be able to post this, as we’ve been without power and internet since the storm rolled through. Both are back at the moment, thank goodness, but the internet and cell service are still…weird. It’s fine and then it’s not. Which is tough when my business is all online!
Luckily, Operation Heist was uploaded and ready to go weeks before Helene came along and knocked us flat. We are okay, but so many others are not.
OperationHeist is available now at all retailers. If you preordered or already picked up a copy this week, THANK YOU! This month is going to be a tough one for us financially, and every dollar will help.
British spy Truman Gunn is hunting down a traitor. But will his ex-lover—the woman he sent to prison eighteen months ago and the only one who can help him uncover the identity of the Mastermind—be his salvation or his downfall?
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Grab your copy here:
★ Misty’s Store: https://mistyevansbooks.com/product/operationheist-super-agent-romantic-suspense-series-book-8
★ Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DDQLCST3
★ BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/operation-misty-evans/1146199619
★ Kobo (yes, it’s enrolled in Kobo Plus, too): https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/operation-heist-super-agent-romantic-thriller-series-book-8
★ Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/operation-heist-super-agent-romantic-thriller-series/id6649148358
I can’t wait for you to read Truman and Emma’s story. It’s a wild ride (but much safer and more fun than a hurricane)!
Misty 💜
Enjoy this excerpt:
Too long. It had been too long since someone had touched her, held her, kissed her.
And it had been him—he’d been the last to make her feel like this.
If not for his wound, if not for this crazy night of being shot at and on the run, she might have slid on top of him. Undid his belt and removed his pants. Kissed her way down his chest, his belly, and lower.
But even as he cradled the back of her head, pressing their mouths closer, she knew she had to end this. They weren’t out of the woods, and she had a confession…
She broke away, gripping his wrist to untangle his hand from her hair. Her other pressed against his chest to pin him on the comforter. “You’re in no condition for—” she gestured at the two of them and the bed—“this. We need to get you bandaged up.”
He sighed. “No fair teasing me like that, luv.”
“You can handle it,” she said.
He chuckled.
Repositioning herself, she once again used the magnifying glass to examine his wound. It was deep and ugly. Carefully, she probed with a finger this time, doing her best to check for sharp edges without accidentally shoving any shards deeper into the mistreated tissues.
He was tough, she’d give him that. Still, he shoved a large roll of gauze between his teeth and bore down on it.
“I need to tell you something,” she said, keeping her focus on the wound and not allowing her eyes to travel farther south.
He made a low guttural noise around the gauze in what sounded like encouragement for her to continue.
“When you left me at the car, I thought maybe you’d changed your mind and called the authorities.” He granted again, this time in disbelief, and she held up a finger. “Given our history, can you blame me? You originally lied to me, gained my trust, then threw me in jail.”
He gave a conciliatory nod, watching her closely.
She refused to meet his gaze, soaking a cotton pad with antiseptic and dabbing it on the jagged edges of the cut. “I followed you to the building to see what you did. Then I followed you back to the car to see your reaction when I wasn’t in it.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw him raise both brows. He made another of those noises, and she peeked at him. He blinked, his expression asking for more.
More what? More of a confession? An apology for doubting him? She had neither.