Today we are celebrating the teaser and excerpt reveal of DIRTY SECRET by Chelle Bliss & Brenda Rothert. This book is a contemporary romance, standalone, title that you won't want to miss! Check the links below to pre-order it, or to purchase the previous book in this standalone series, Dirty Work. Don't miss the opportunity to win one of 3 signed paperbacks by clicking the link below!

DIRTY SECRET by Chelle Bliss & Brenda Rothert

Coming January 17, 2017 - Pre-order available now!

Book Blurb:

*STANDALONE - ENEMIES TO LOVERS ROMANCE**

Agent: Kennedy Barnes Target: Phoenix 'Nix' Ash Crimes: Hacker and Heartbreaker Mission: Get Close and Survive

After living her life in the shadows as the daughter of a congressman's secret affair, Kennedy Barnes joins 'Project Greenlight' - a clandestine intelligence organization. She's out to prove she's more than her father's dirty secret.

One of her first assignments is simple. Get close to Phoenix Ash, collect enough evidence to put him away for life, and get out unscathed.

Phoenix Ash is a world renowned hacker. He's pulled off some of the biggest heists in modern history, but never leaves a trace. He knows people are after him and that every day may be his last, but when he meets Kennedy Barnes everything changes.

Lines are blurred and secrets are exposed as Phoenix and Kennedy both discover they do have a weakness - for each other.

This is a STANDALONE novel, but is interconnected with Dirty Work, which is now available.

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EXCERPT: PHOENIX Standing behind a pillar, I watch the familiar woman. She’s browsing through a rack of cocktail dresses, oblivious to my presence. It’s her mouth that draws me in. That fucking mouth piercing keeps flashes in the lights like the beacon from a lighthouse. When she tugs on it with her tongue and there’s a twinkle, it hits me where I know her from—Hassan’s arm piece but without the bright blue, chin-length hair. She’s more beautiful with the long, pin straight black hair that sways each time she moves a new dress aside than with the electric-blue wig. Her eyes drift to where I’m standing, and I step to the side, shielding myself from her view with the pillar. I’m not ready for her to see me. Staying hidden until I know she’s alone is more important than my need to speak with her. Reaching into my pocket, I grab my phone and open the camera. I need to get a photo of Eva and figure out who she is before I expose myself to a possible threat. Hassan follows his dick, but I tend to use my brain. But that doesn’t mean I won’t toy with her a little. I weave through the racks of clothes and step behind her as she’s standing in front of a mirror holding a hanger with a sleek black dress pressed against her body. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror and widen in recognition. “Eva,” I say with a slight smile to her reflection in the mirror. Her hand with the dress drops, and she spins around on her heel to face me. She smiles nervously and sucks that fucking ring into her mouth. KENNEDY Well, shit. This is no good. Nix is eyeing me like a hungry wolf that just found its next meal. And I’ve never felt so naked in my life. I want to turn and run. Without a disguise to make me into Eva, Raine, Laura, or one of my other many identities, I don’t know what to say to him. Even though I knew one of my work contacts could see me like this, I wasn’t prepared for it. And of all people, it would have to be the man who already seems to be able to see right through me. “You shopping for a dress, Nix?” I ask, my tone casual but my heart racing as I continue looking through a rack of dresses. “You look better without the wig.” He bypasses my question smoothly. I pause my dress perusal and meet his dark, steely eyes. “Thanks,” I say crisply. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have shopping to do.” Nix follows me to the next rack of dresses. “No need to buy anything new to impress your sugar daddy with. I hear he’s back in Dubai on business.” “Do you mean Hassan?” I ask, my tone unconcerned. Inside, I feel a flare of annoyance that Nix knew that and I didn’t. He hums with amusement. “How many sugar daddies do you have, Eva?” I narrow my eyes in a glare. “I don’t need a sugar daddy, Nix. Don’t be so backward that you assume all attractive women want a man to pay their bills. I pay my own.” “And what did you say you do for a living, again?” “I didn’t.” He’s a few feet away, but Nix’s presence still feels so warm and close that I want to duck my face and run. “Kennedy.” The sound of my actual name makes me curl up and die inside. “How about this one?” I turn to my friend Amara, whom I stupidly agreed to come shopping with today. So very fucking stupidly. “I like it,” I say, smiling weakly at the short, long-sleeved black dress she’s holding up. Amara looks back and forth between Nix and me and retreats to a rack out of earshot, obviously feeling like she interrupted something. Just me blowing my cover to the most elusive cyberthief in the world. Nothing to see here. “Kennedy.” Nix’s deep voice sounds rich with the satisfaction of knowing my real name.