Atomic Beauty
By Barb Han
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Erika Nile knows her devastating beauty always leaves men begging for more, but her lust for Jace Mitchell is raw and powerful. And although she's just obeying orders when she cozies up to the rogue agent, giving in to temptation is the worst possible idea. Still, how can she ignore what her body craves: to be with Jace, no matter the cost. And that cost will be high. Because there's a lot more to this case than anyone is telling herincluding Jace. Trust and feelings have no place in her work, or in her life. And yet there's no denying Jace is a distraction. They're perfectly matched as adversariesand as loversand if this mission goes wrong, it could be Erika's undoing. Especially once the kill order comes in and it's clear only one of them will get out alive
Barb Han
USA TODAY Bestselling Author Barb Han lives in Texas with her adventurous family and beloved dogs. Reviewers have called her books "heartfelt" and "exciting." When not writing or reading, she can be found exploring Manhattan, on a mountain, or swimming in her backyard.
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Atomic Beauty - Barb Han
Chapter One
Vancouver, B.C.
Searing, burning sunbeams crossed Erika Nile’s central line of sight. Flashing, brilliant lights in a zigzag pattern usually started in the middle of her visual field, progressing outward, creating a hole—a blind spot—before the full force of her migraine hit.
Cartoonlike stars dotted her periphery. There was no medicine strong enough to combat the onset or the onslaught when it came. When they’d intensified two months ago, Erika figured she had two choices. The first being that she could phone this development in to her boss at Sanctuary, an off-the-books division of the CIA, and be pulled from her current assignment—the one she’d spent the past six months working on to track down the US’s most lethal weapon, Jace Mitchell, who’d gone rogue during a critical assignment.
Then there was option two. Suck it up, power forward and bring justice to the man who’d betrayed his country.
She’d picked door number two. She’d found him three weeks ago, or rather, let him think he’d found her. Now that she had him right where she wanted him, she had no plans to turn him over to another officer for all the glory. Besides, the aura gave her half a day’s notice. All she had to do was disappear at the first warning signs, then find a pitch-black room to provide shelter from the outside world until the raging storm literally blew through her.
Her plan had been on course until last night. The aura had come on suddenly and was crippling. Vertigo, double vision and paralysis on her right side were the first in the five-course meal that had been served her body. After the soup course, salad came in the form of a viselike grip over her head as volcanic pressure built behind her eyes. Her brain had felt as if it was expanding, there was so much sickening pressure on her skull. Her eyes felt dry, sockets hurt and bright light was the devil in a red dress tap dancing across her forehead. Forget noise. Every sound was as if little monkeys holding tambourines were trapped inside her head clanking against her brain.
The appetizer round had been served with a sensitive and achy body, as if she had the flu. Alternating ice packs and hot-water bottles had kept her skin from being engulfed in chills or burning up in flames. The entrée came in the form of a dark room, being hidden from light and distraction, enduring the intense pain while waiting for it to pass. She’d zoned in and out, sleeping in twenty-minute sprints.
Dessert, the blurred vision, was a lot like lying at the bottom of a rippling pond looking upward at the world in one of those falling dreams—and last night, the world she looked up at was Jace.
Recovery was a lot like a hangover. Erika felt as if she’d been hit by a bus and then left on the street feeling bruised, battered and drained. Where was the twelve-step program for that?
Practically stroking out at Jace’s place could’ve gotten her killed. She could only be grateful he hadn’t insisted on slipping off her ankle boots last night or her KA-BAR would’ve raised an eyebrow. She couldn’t afford even a tiny slip around a highly trained killer like Jace.
Maybe it was the first time she’d met a true kindred spirit, but God help her she respected him for it. Something else had been building between them for weeks, and if Erika were being honest, it had started the minute he’d walked across the bar and told her she wanted to buy him a drink.
She’d known he wouldn’t look like the intelligence photos she’d been handed at briefing. He’d abandoned his clean-cut blend-into-the-background facade for something manly and virile and raw. Behind a day’s worth of scrub was a gorgeous face on top of his six-foot-one frame that was long, lean and stacked with muscles. He had biting wit and a wicked sense of humor. He’d laugh at her if he heard her call him gorgeous. He’d consider it a dig.
He wasn’t a pretty boy. There was no hint of metrosexual in anything about Jace Mitchell. His typical outfit of jeans, dark T-shirt and work boots fit him to perfection. Half the time he had stubble on his chin, and she liked the way it felt when it grazed her skin as he kissed her neck.
For a trained killer, his hands were rough, his eyes deep—a gentle shade of blue. And that was probably why he was so damn good at his job. His rough good looks might turn heads but no one stared for long. His tattoos and general disposition said he didn’t do caramel macchiatos or idle chitchat. People broke eye contact as quickly as they could, even in Downtown Eastside, or DTES, and walked the other direction.
And yet, he’d sat by her side last night, touching her with a rare tenderness, making sure she made it through the tornado blasting through her. Then, he’d insisted she hang around this morning while he shot out to pick up grub.
It wasn’t the headache hangover that had her agreeing. Nor was it the guaranteed alone time in his loft. She’d swept it the first night. She’d stuck around because she hadn’t found anything to send back to Sanctuary, and knowing why Jace had bailed on his last assignment and gone into hiding was a matter of national security.
The key rattled against the door.
Jace walked in balancing a food bag and two large coffees on his arm from the amazing place down the street with hash browns that had a kick all their own.
That headache was one sick fuck last night.
He examined her, taking in her entire form as she leaned back in his home office chair. You look better.
Thanks to you.
She’d slept in his bed, and woke with his smell all over her. His micro loft in DTES was a perfect cover for the transient dock worker he pretended to be. He looked the part, all brawn and facial hair, and sexy as hell. The crackheads and addicts lining the streets wouldn’t dare approach him given his size and physical presence. He looked as if he could break a man in half with his bare hands. Given his background, Erika knew he could.
Since when did you start smoking?
Even after three weeks, the rich timbre in his voice slid through her like warm apple cider. And it had taken less than a month of spending time with him to develop feelings that, under different circumstances, could’ve turned into something interesting. Maybe even something special.
I didn’t.
Erika inhaled deeply, and then blew a smoke ring toward him. The tilted halo expanded and stretched around his face before thinning and then disappearing. Cigarettes burned her throat—a controlled pain—and an improvement from her childhood method of cutting. Being forced to witness her mother’s brutal rape and murder did strange things to a fourteen-year-old.
The event, much like the migraines, had tipped her world on its axis.
Her father had been career military which had translated to not home a lot, except that she’d known he loved her. They’d moved, changed everything familiar after her mother’s murder. He’d been killed in the line of duty two years later.
When she’d blown her IQ test scores out of the water, the government didn’t have far to look for its next prodigy. Hundreds of hours of therapy coupled with thousands of hours of training, and she’d become the best, thanks to her dad’s best friend, Ted Murdock, who was now her mentor and boss. He’d taken in a lonely and lost sixteen-year-old, and turned her into something that would make her dad proud.
Murdock and her father had served together in elite forces during the Vietnam War. When they’d returned home, Uncle Ted started Sanctuary and convinced her father to work for him. Uncle Ted had stepped up to be her guardian after her father’s death. And the day she went to work for him he became Murdock to her.
He was tough, and she’d become stronger, more focused and lethal under his mentorship.
The tenth anniversary of her father’s death was coming in a few days and she was no closer to figuring out who’d killed him—who’d taken away all the family she had—than she’d been before. March was the most depressing month of the whole goddamn year.
Jace pulled the cigarette from between her lips, grazing her bottom lip with his thumb, and took a drag. These things’ll kill you.
So they say.
He instinctively knew what to do to put her at ease. Damn, walking away from him when this operation ended was going to kill her.
He moved to the kitchenette and crushed the butt inside a dirty coffee mug, and then turned those gorgeous blues on her. Despite the fact she’d come across every kind of man in her line of work, not one had affected her like Jace. He was danger, excitement and sex appeal all wrapped into one—her true match in every sense. When he focused those light blues on her, her stomach BASE jumped off a cliff without a parachute.
He handed her a coffee and she sipped it, enjoying the burn in her throat.
Guess we have a lot to learn about each other.
He dipped down and kissed her. Awareness jolted through her the instant his lips touched hers. The taste of strong coffee and Marlboro mingled on her tongue. Her body was already sensitized with him being in the room. His lightest touch sent heat swirling low in her belly, between her thighs. But his lips on hers were an orgasm of their own.
No reason to spoil the fun with reality,
she shot back. With his lips an inch away from hers, she could breathe his scent, a mix of salty ocean and fresh air. She stopped to look at him, really look at him, trying to decide whether or not she wanted to sleep with him before this assignment was over. Okay, that wasn’t entirely fair. There was no doubt she wanted to sleep with him. And they’d been close one too many times. She hasn’t been there for social reasons, no matter