BLURB

High stakes.

Low margins.

And everyone wants the woman I’m teamed up with dead. 

BANE

Swagger, strut, snarl. Three things I can do with both eyes closed. Oh, and shoot the shit out of tangos. I always do my job, whether it’s patching up a fellow operative or taking down a serious threat. Apparently this time my job is to babysit Baby Spy. 

We’ve followed the Los Reyes de Guerra cartel to the drug-trafficking capital, Mexico City. Our orders? Get in with the guerrillas and ultimately take them down. There’s only one problem—I have another set of mission directives linked to Kiki AKA Baby Spy. 

Should be easy enough. Except it seems I’ve developed an unhealthy attraction to Kiki, along with an inconvenient conscience. She’s a wild woman with an unforgiving attitude that definitely makes me bone hard for her. 

Nothing is as it appears, least of all Kiki Damage. 

KIKI

Yeah. They call me Baby Spy. I’m fully aware the entire T-Zone team blames me for narking out a previous mission gone wrong. So, I can’t understand why the powers that be assigned me to this op. Or maybe I can, which just makes my situation even more dire. 

I know Bane wants me, but I’m beginning to think he has an ulterior motive for keeping me close. And it’s not just the panty-melting hot sex with the big, gruff, silent killer. There’s something incredibly vulnerable in the way Bane watches me, like he’s looking for one last saving grace. 

None of that matters now. When the situation heats up, I find out Bane’s real mission. I may have fallen in love with him, but it’s already too late. This entire web of lies goes a lot higher than any of us ever imagined, and my neck is only the first one on the line. 

Bane includes a special series epilogue from the badass women: Jade, Tilly, Blaize, and Kiki.

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For me, such a bitter sweet review to write.  Knowing that this is the last book in the Bad Boys of X-Ops Series makes me a little sad.  I have loved each and every book in this series.  I have been waiting for Bane's book, and to see the connection with Kiki a.k.a Baby Spy was amazing.

Bane is one of the toughest of the tough.  He has the reputation for being a killer without remorse.  When the entire team is sent on a mission to take down the drug cartel, Bane is teamed up with Baby Spy, Kike Damage.  The entire team blames Kiki for being the leak that put all previous missions in danger.  What nobody on the team knows is that Bane is given additional orders, take Kiki out.  But there is one very big problem with his orders, he wants Kiki, in his bed, and nothing is going to stop him from having her right where she belongs.

Kiki Damage is an ex-FBI agent that has been recruited to work for the X-OPS team.  She is smart, she is skilled and she has a thing for the dark and dangerous Bane.  When the entire mission that they are on goes upside down, can Kiki convince Bane and the X-OPS team that she is not the traitor that they think that she is.  Can she convince them that the cover-up goes way up that chain of command to the highest level before they decide to take her out.

What I loved about Bane and Kiki is that they get each other.  Both of them had such similar experiences growing up.  They are really quite perfect for each other.  I don't want to give too much away, but all I have to say is that the protective instincts that Bane has for Kiki is like watching a tornado in action.  Another amazing book in this kick ass series.  I am sorry to see it end, but look forward to more stories to come.  I give this amazing book 5 sexy stars.

EXCERPT

The door creaked open, and I slit my eyes in that direction. Between the dark and shadows, I fathomed Kiki’s slim frame entering the room.

“Where you been, girl?” I grumbled from my cot.

“Went shopping with Blaize. Got mani-pedis too. What’d you think?” Her low voice shivered across the quiet room—the sound alone setting my cock on edge.

I barked a laugh. That attitude. Damn. My dick stiffened even more beneath the thin blanket.

“That’s all well and good, but Blaize returned hours ago.”

“Had to get my hair blown out too.” She snarked back. “Mind if I turn on a light?”

Like fuck she got her hair done—or her nails. The woman was rough and tumble, just the way I liked her.

“Go ahead.” Hell yeah. Shine some light on her getting undressed.

I was already naked, and as the light popped on, I sat half-up. The blanket rolled down to my hips, revealing the beginnings of the tats on my shoulders that ranged up the back of my neck. A gritty design of all black ink—symbols that resonated. Brass knuckles, a smoking gun, bullets on fire . . .

No unicorns, rainbows, or fluffy shit for me. No wise sayings or inspirational words worn on my skin.

But—dead enter—one name hid among the other marks on my skin. Someone I’d always carry in my heart.

Kiki’s gaze took a clean sweep of me—my muscled torso, the brown hair centered down my abs and leading to my cock below. She probably noticed the tented fabric, too.

No mistaking a hard dick practically waving in your face.

She wore a small grin as she started shucking the sweet leather yoke holster strapped across her chest. Kiki came included with a fucklot of gear all attached to that yoke. KA-BARs she handled with skill and care, twin Glocks she set on safety.

“You going to watch?” She asked, bending over to unbuckle her boots.

“Yeah.” Rubbing a hand over my mouth, I hid the wolfish grin. “Could do the gentlemanly thing, but I’m not really that guy.” I shrugged.

She chuckled. “I can see that.”

“Oh. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” My grin stretched even wider if possible.

“Really?” She whipped off the boots, letting them fall where they lay. “You hiding something?”

She tugged her shirt over her head, revealing a simple black bra and a mesmerizing body. The woman wasn’t a classical beauty. She wasn’t BBF. She was gorgeous, edgy, different, and I liked it.

“You can come find out if you want.” The words rumbled from my chest as the heat in the room intensified with every shred of clothing she shed.

“Maybe next time.” With her belt unbuckled, she shimmied her narrow pants off her perfect hips and lean legs. “Thought you didn’t like me, anyway.”

“I’m usually not that quick to judge. Been on the receiving end of assholes’ preconceived notions before.” I hungrily watched as she bent over.

Nice ass. Firm full cheeks. Skimpy black bikini panties.

I could definitely work with that.

“So, do you have the other guys’ backs or mine in this op?” She stood before me, nothing but ivory skin, wicked eyes, nicely shaped tits.

Very fit for a fuck. Totally in shape for a nightlong naked workout.

The pale blonde/light pink streaked fauxhawk. The inked sleeves all the way down to the backs of her hands—black tats in delicate paisley and sunburst designs. Too recognizable for someone in our line of work? Maybe. But she had an instant in with the younger, hot-on-the-button criminal element.

And with me.

Kiki usually covered her hair with a skullcap, her ink with leather gloves.

She was one fucking cool cat. I didn’t care what the other dudes thought about her.

“Your back. I’ve got yours.” Unless I have to shoot you in the back.

I pushed my blanket even farther down, showing off the hard-worked cuts of muscle on my lower abs. Six pack? That and more.

“Why don’t you come have mine?” I invited, the words growling out.

“That bed isn’t big enough for the both of us.” Kiki sauntered toward her cot. “But your ego sure the hell is supersized.”

She shuffled under the covers on her cot across from me. Reaching a hand out from the blanket, she dropped the black bra onto the floor between us.

“Damn,” I whispered in a hoarse tone. Then a laugh thickened from my throat. “It’s not ego, girl. It’s confidence.”

She flipped to her side, facing me as her fingers fumbled for the light switch. “Goodnight, Mr. Confidence. Hope you sleep well with that boner I just gave you.”