Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 128307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
For seventeen years, Grayson’s entire existence has had one find his missing girlfriend, Cameron June.
Every decision he makes, both personal and with his career, is based on how it will benefit his mission. Then he’s handed an assignment on the other side of the country, and another reason to breathe filters through his lungs.
Bold and beautiful are the perfect words to describe the lead agent who’s been working tirelessly to take down the latest baby-making ring on the West Coast.
Together, they have the perfect mix of skill and determination to bring these criminals to justice, but with an unexpected development narrowing their timeline to a dangerously thin six weeks, they must work fast and in close contact.
As fragments of their past and present collide, what starts as a high-octane case shifts to unexplainable chemistry and tension-filled yearning years in the making.
They’ve tiptoed around their mutual attraction for over a decade, but is exploring it worth the sacrifice of possibly losing their loved ones forever, or will the guilt of their pasts be too much for them to overcome?
Chaos in Disguise is a standalone slow-burn, romantic suspense about two federal agents working against the clock both professionally and personally
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PROLOGUE
GRAYSON
Seventeen years ago…
Astrong wind gust flaps out the bottom of my bomber jacket as I walk down an almost deserted street, and nearly drowns out my girlfriend’s shocked gasp. Cameron’s picture-perfect face and glowing strawberry-blonde locks are a stark contrast to the chaos I left behind at St. Eugene’s.
The stolen car with which I tore through the football field, where this year’s hopeful reigning cheats play, quickly becomes a distant memory when I meet Cameron’s wide gaze. She’s concealed beneath the awning of the retro milkshake bar half a mile up from her “once” high school, staring like a cat eyeing an overloaded milk dish.
She’s the unruly half of our duo, the one who leads me to trouble and then sidesteps it like she didn’t instigate it.
Don’t misread what I’m saying. I am far from innocent. Mischievous is my middle name, but in my defense, Cameron arrived for our date in a stolen car. I merely disposed of it when she announced the reason she kicked out its owner on a bustling freeway.
As the overpopulated mess of a metropolis filters into my nose, I slip my hand over Cameron’s. Diesel from a bus mingles with the earthy smell left by rain on the pavement.
I grip Cameron’s hand firmly when we merge further into the darkness of a late night. She’s a bundle of trouble, but if I have it my way, she will always be my trouble.
“I really did that, didn’t I?” I talk through the adrenaline flowing in my veins. Sirens are already echoing in the distance, making me panic that our escape is mere seconds from being foiled.
The hem of Cameron’s miniskirt flaps up when she twirls before walking backward, her pace slower than expected. “You sure did. And it was amazing.”
While guiding our escape, I try to act unaffected, like I didn’t just tear up St. Eugene’s grounds with its star quarterback’s Mustang. To be honest, I’m on edge. Every creak makes me jump, and every shadow seems to hide a threat.
Cameron, however, is relaxed, walking confidently and carefree.
She can act nonchalantly. Her father isn’t the golden boy of the FBI. Well, I assume he isn’t. I am unaware of how her parents earn a living. We’ve been together for three months, but she seldom talks about her friends, and she never brings up her family.
They must have money. St. Eugene’s is a highly exclusive one-hundred-thousand-dollars-a-year private school. Still, I’ve never gotten spoiled-rich-girl-snob vibes from Cameron. I know a snob when I see one. All my brothers are younger than me, but the Rogers men have drawn female admirers for centuries.
A rigorous hairline and a stacked appendage have opened doors for us for years longer than my father’s many awards for bravery.
Not that he would ever admit that.
I love my dad. Honestly, I do. I just wish he weren’t such a stiff in a suit. His rules have me willing to push any button to spark a reaction from him.
Cameron abruptly halts, squeezing my hand tighter. “Did you hear that?”
I prick up my ears but only notice the distant murmur of the city and the sirens we’re endeavoring to get away from. “Hear what?”
Even though I hear nothing, I guide us further under the sidewalk’s awning. Something is off. Not just now. For the whole night. An unusual sensation impinges on the air, and no matter how many times I try to swallow the brick in my throat, it refuses to budge.
A strange smell hits my nose as a van screeches to a stop at the crosswalk next to us. The doors burst open, and men in dark clothes and balaclavas jump out.
Before I can comprehend what’s happening, they grab Cameron and yank her away from me. I try to get her back on my side of the footpath, but I’m outnumbered four to one.
“Grayson!” Cameron screams, her voice trembling with unfamiliar fear.
With inhumane strength, I pluck her away from one man before I slow the charge of another with a closed-fist whack to the sternum. He hunches over, his reddening face visible even with a lint-free balaclava covering most of his features.
Over the next several minutes, I continue fighting to save my girlfriend from her attackers. I’m half the age of the men surrounding me—the creases in the corners of their eyes telling—but I maintain my ground and nearly secure an advantage.
I have Cameron back with me on the sidewalk when a man with biceps as large as a watermelon exits the van. He shunts me back three places with a boot to the chest before he snatches up Cameron’s wrist, which I recently freed.
I collide with the shopfront, groaning upon impact. The air in my lungs exits in a hurry when the beast shoves a hessian bag over Cameron’s glossy locks a split second before he tugs her into the idling van.