Fall has arrived, and I’m enjoying mornings on the back porch with the pups and hubby.
It also means ALL THE NEW THINGS!
Operation Heist releases in four weeks! I can’t believe it.
I’ve been planning to write Truman and Emma’s story since I finished Operation: Proof of Life, but well, life got in the way. An agent, several publishers, the rise of ebooks and indie publishing, family milestones, you get the idea. Truman has been impatiently waiting for years. Poor guy. (I do love to torture my heroes, though. :))
But now, it’s finally here! If you haven’t met Truman yet, check out Operation: Proof of Life first, and then preorder your copy today. Remember, as always with my books, if you preorder in my online store, you save $$ and will get the book a week BEFORE it’s available at retailers. What are you waiting for?
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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Preorder your copy here:
★ Misty’s Store: https://mistyevansbooks.com/product/operationheist-super-agent-romantic-suspense-series-book-8Â
★ Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DDQLCST3Â
★ 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 to share more about Truman and Emma with you,
Misty 💜
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Enjoy this excerpt:
His mouth was soft and warm. As she playfully teased them with her tongue, his surprise shifted into something else—something she knew all too well—desire. On a satisfied-sounding exhale, he reciprocated her intentions, parting those luscious lips and kissing her back.
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…
