title: The Client & The Call Girl
author: Sinclare, Emily
description: Description:
  Stunning FBI agent Charlotte (Charlie) Chandler goes undercover to arrest Trent Logan, the CFO of the nation’s new healthcare company by posing as a high-class call girl because Trent has sexual needs that can only be fulfilled by hiring an escort.  When she meets undercover IRS agent Randolph (Rand) Rhodes she is stunned by her instant, desperate attraction to him.
  The problem?
  Rand is working with the FBI on the inside of the healthcare company to gain proof that Logan is embezzling millions.  But how can Charlotte be around Randolph, Trent’s “friend” and co-worker without blowing their cover?
  Reader Alert!
  Charlie had no idea her body could heat so fast.  She thought she’d burn from the flames she felt when she touched Rand.  Beware! Only read under the covers when ready for intense passion!
  To My Readers:
  This story is different. Who would think the FBI would run an escort service?  The characters are sexy, hot and passionate about their jobs.  And they’re determined to catch criminals, even if their suspect is into kinky sex.  Someone has to do the dirty work, and Charlie is willing to get inside the suspect’s pants while Rand gets inside his mind.
  About the Author:
  About the Author: Barbara Goodwin, writing as Emily Sinclare, loves erotic romantic suspense, time travel and romantic comedies. She started writing romances with an emphasis on sexy, adventure stories where the women were strong and the men their equals.  She loves her family, her Springer spaniel, and her friends.  Her passion is writing, reading and watching Broadway musicals.  Maybe that’s because she can’t sing or dance…
  Excerpt
  “Hello, gentlemen,” Charlotte purred as she slid into the chair between the two men.  “I’m Charlotte.”  She touched the inside of her client’s wrist, just below his French cuff, her back turned slightly to the other man.
  Her client preened.  “I’m Trent and this is Randolph.  I brought him along for the ride, so to speak.”
   So they did want a three-way.  Charlotte’s stomach flipped but she ignored it.  “The more the merrier, I always say.”  She had her back to the other man.  Heard him shift in his chair, felt the table shake when he put the glass on it with a thump.
   “Nice to meet you,” Randolph said.
   There was something in his voice.  Disgust.  Anger.  Need.  Charlotte couldn’t place it.  She turned to smile at him and sucked in her breath at the look of raw desire in his tawny, cat-like eyes.  She wondered why he reminded her of a predator.  It was the intensity of his stare, she realized.  The golden flecks in his brown eyes glittered, yet he never broke the gaze between them.  Something skittered along her spine and Charlotte straightened, turning away from the ruggedly handsome man.
   He wasn’t her concern.
   “Well, Trent, would you order me a drink?”
   Trent waved his hand in the air and a waitress hurried over.  Sunset High was the newest, trendy bar in Los Angeles.  Touted to be the “in” spot, it catered to a rich and high-powered clientele.  It had a reputation for impeccable service, tight-lipped and very discreet employees, and the female escorts that worked for Escorts Undercover through Sunset High were said to be the purest, cleanest and most beautiful in the nation.  There wasn’t a seat to be found at nine o’clock in the evening and this evening was no different.  Sunset High didn’t take reservations, you only got in if you knew someone.
   Trent Logan knew someone.  Charlotte had read his dossier.  The owner was a boyhood friend and they’d kept in touch through the years.  John Raison was also Trent’s partner in a few businesses they ran together.  Which was why Trent had the center table in the bar.
   Trent craved attention, needed adoration.  Or so the dossier said.
  He placed Charlotte’s order for a Chardonnay and turned to Randolph.  “Well, what did I tell you?  Isn’t this the best?”  He was speaking of the bar but his eyes never left Charlotte’s face.