Operation Heist releases in next week! Are you ready for this fast-paced romance?
Check out my Official Heist Playlist.
And watch the YouTube trailer:
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-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!
Misty 💜
Enjoy this excerpt:
Emma’s pulse pounded too loudly in her ears. Framed pictures and ugly wallpaper became a blur as Truman hauled ass for the closest exit.
Behind them came the thudding of footsteps, keeping time with her frantic pulse. She wanted to urge Truman on, tell him to hurry, but her throat was locked up tight.
His arms were strong as he carried her like a bride, his grip firm and unwavering. She clung to him, her arms around his neck and her face buried against his shoulder. In the occasional daydreams that had snuck in while she was behind bars, this was not at all how she imagined their reunion.
At first, she’d been devastated. Heartbroken. Then she’d gone through a period of anger, picking fights with the other inmates. Eventually, she’d been swamped with grief. She’d lost everything because of him. Her job. Her reputation. Her future. Her future with him.
It had been a crushing blow, and depression had followed on the heels of the grief. She’d spent the past year numb and detached in order to survive the hell she had been through in Upton South.
The place was medium security for white color offenders, but to her, it was a death sentence. No joy, no family or friends, no reason to live.
“Stop!” More agents blocked their exit.
Truman pivoted, and they jetted down another maze of halls.
Here she was, once more free because of some weird glitch she didn’t understand, but fleeing for her life.
