Apr 16, Kim rated it it was amazing. SK can do no wrong! I seriously don't know how she comes up with these storyline's. Of course the hot erotic scenes are expected, and they certainly lived up to expectations, but there was just a little something more in this plot. The murder mystery was certainly intriguing, and something new.
It had me thinking all along did he or didn't he do it.
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It was really a mystery up until the very end of the book. Dallas and Bria's relationship was something else from the very beginning. Their disconne SK can do no wrong!
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Bria was something else as well. Talk about using your feminine wiles to get what you want, this girl was an expert at it. Overall another fantastic read from SK, and I can't wait to read a whole lot more. View all 6 comments. JuiCy read View 1 comment. Nov 30, Christiana rated it it was amazing Shelves: sk , favoritestar-book. This book was really good! To sum it up It was full of love, suspense, sex, drama, murders, lies and all View all 3 comments. May 23, Chameika Jarrett rated it it was amazing. Great short read Im new to S.
I've dowloaded all the books she has and one by one Im thouroughly enjoying them. She is a very talented writer. Mar 16, Myrlita Clark rated it it was amazing. Loved this book. Jan 01, Carolyn J. Honey Child Oh my, this story was not what I expected. Murder and mayhem was clearly not how I saw this story developing. Briana and Dallas, yes! Jul 11, Wilki J rated it it was amazing. The saying goes you can attract way more bees with honey than with vinegar.
Sweet as pie, Brianna does just that with a professional stance that could kill. In her line of work, catching 'bees' is the order of the day but her world gets flipped upside down when the one that got away is her next assignment. Throw in jealousy and revenge and you've got one hell of a read.
As always, SK has delievered a great read. It was fast paced and very suspenseful. I enjoyed the plot which threw in a lot of tw The saying goes you can attract way more bees with honey than with vinegar. I enjoyed the plot which threw in a lot of twists and turns. The characters were very well developed and their background stories and the way they got linked in the future to one another was on point.
I always appreciate her nak for accuracy of past relevant events and her timeline skills. Overall, this was a great read! Jun 03, D.
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I loved it, however I'm not surprised. I have come to expect nothing less. All I can say is be careful when you set out to catch somebody in a trap, because you might be the one who gets caught. Brianna set out to help a client and get a little revenge in the process, however Dallas had other plan. Brianna and Dallas had a history that ended badly. The sparks ignited immediately and there was no turning back, however there are those with another agenda. I loved Dallas' honesty and the chemistry I loved it, however I'm not surprised. I loved Dallas' honesty and the chemistry was off the chain.
Definitely a Must Read!! Apr 23, Gwen Cannon-Jenkins rated it it was amazing. What a awesome book. It had sex, romance, murder, lies, you name it and it was there. I loved the way SK introduce each character and how they all evolved around one another. What I enjoyed the most about this book was the love Dallas had for Brianna. Even though he screwed up in college and all the crap she handed him after they reunited, his love for her stood the test of it all.
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Seen from Sam's corner of the world, marrying in Portugal was infinitely better than being broken up with in Lawrence. He was done crying over Brady months ago, luckily. It took him all of ten minutes and he cried mostly because Brady stole his brand new gaming rig. A three point five terabyte hard drive didn't come cheap, and neither did the twenty-four gigabyte RAM it took.
And then he hadn't even started about the graphics card. But Brady had been an asshole, a bit too occupied with himself and far too little with Sam. Luckily both Brady and the new laptop were replaceable. If Brady hadn't ended the relationship, Sam would have broken up with him. It was dead, whatever it was they had. Speaking to Dean on the phone, listening to his gruff voice, sounding oddly happy, didn't make it better.
Right that instant, Sam felt very lonely. Send pictures when you've done the deed. It's all right if the ones of Cas are nude ones," he joked. I'd have been there otherwise, you know that. Dean said something incredibly rude, making Sam laugh. He said goodbye and put down the phone on the kitchen table. Sighing deeply, he leaned against it, both palms flat against the cheap Ikea table top. It creaked dangerously. No wonder Brady hadn't cared to steal that one. It needed a replacement. Sam pulled over the laptop and hooked his leg around a stool, pulling it under him. Alone in his kitchen, looking forward to breakfast for one, an entire weekend without company and far too much work, Sam felt cheated by life.
He sat down, poured himself some coffee from the thermos and prepared for a busy morning. He needed to finish the additional piece of coding his client had requested. The day could only come too soon when somebody killed Java for good. And he didn't mean the coffee. Sam worked for a couple of hours, finally getting the application to run perfectly in the test environment. He ran a subset of test, checking that he'd caught leftover bugs before he decided to take a break. Usually Brady would have been there, finishing his part of the development; Sam wasn't as good with the user interface design as Brady had been.
He considered the possibility that the only reason he still missed Brady was that he had to do everything himself. And that included running a business which basically had too little work for two and too much for one. Mostly Sam just missed Brady's company. When Brady wasn't behaving like a rich, spoiled asshole, he was actually It wasn't that Sam disliked being alone, though, it was merely nicer not to be.
Taking the laptop with him into the living room, Sam lounged on the couch for some time, idly browsing through a number of random pages, distracting himself from his current state of boring solitary living, so much more obvious when Dean and Cas weren't there. Sam considered for a moment whether he should relocate to the happy couple's cozy apartment downstairs. Then again, the day was bad enough without being reminded of what real, dedicated love looked like. It could be that Sam was just a tiny bit jealous.
Dean had known Castiel for years, and no matter how one looked at it, Castiel had always liked Dean better than he liked Sam. Sam pretended that he wasn't hurt by it. It didn't make it better that Castiel had swept Dean off his feet right after his clueless brother finally opened his eyes long enough to realize that Cas was in love with him.
Of course Dean was the last person on earth to see it; it had only taken him six years and like a gazillion hints from everybody. But when Dean finally got with the program, it turned out to be the match of the millennium. Sam clicked on a link, groaning as a pop-up containing an explicit photo of naked men doing naked things together flashed on the screen. Leave them open for five minutes in Dean's presence, and there were all sorts of enticing shit hiding in the browsers.
Despite Sam's attempts at protecting the laptops with passwords and firewalls, Dean always managed to fuck with them one way or another. Sam needed to talk to Charlie, convincing her that teaching Dean to hack into stuff was a Very Bad Idea. It wasn't as if Dean didn't have his own Internet connection and his own laptop; he just liked riling Sam up. Pulling down the browser history, Sam sighed. Porn, porn, porn, erotica and more porn. Sometimes he didn't understand Dean at all.
Cas was like every gay man's wet dream, all the way from the beautiful kissy-lips to the innocent blue eyes, down to the nice ass. Castiel was annoyingly gorgeous. If Sam had anyone remotely like him he'd think he was living in his own porn flick. He'd certainly not be surfing the net for bad porn, and he had a rising suspicion that Dean was only doing it to annoy him. Or maybe it was Dean's attempt, telling Sam to get out of the apartment and start seeing other men.
Dean never liked Brady. Dean's browsing habits were getting downright creepy. Sam's finger hovered for a few seconds over the left mouse button. BDSM or young girls? He feared what he'd see. Then curiosity got the better of him and he clicked on the link. The Angel Trap is a professional and very discreet service, providing assistance both locally and on a national scale. We offer consultants of all ages and appearances , Sam read.
His mind boggled. An escort service? We understand that hiring one of our consultants is a big step. We appreciate the sensitive nature of the problem we help solve. If you are not certain you can trust your spouse, our private investigators are highly trained specialists, able to deliver the proof of your spouse's infidelity — or confirm that you have indeed a very dedicated wife or husband. So, no escort. Frowning, Sam went through the introduction. A honey trap? He'd heard of those, mostly in connection with spies. He thought it was some kind of James Bond-thing where beautiful Russian women seduced Mr Bond to get information, but clearly not.
This was real. Sam clicked a few of the site links and read on. Good-looking investigators who sat traps for cheating spouses, or put the faithful ones on trial for jealous wives or husbands. Surveillance for matrimonial litigations. Videos and hidden cameras. Sam found it more eerie than the porn. Why had Dean been to that site? He thought Cas was cheating on him? Or was Dean having something on the side?
Had he lost his mind? Surely Cas would never even bother to look at another man, and judging from the sounds that could be heard from the downstairs bedroom at night and quite often during daytime, Cas certainly kept Dean sated and in what probably was a permanent state of orgasmic bliss. Maybe it was Cas, then? Sam stared at the screen. He pressed the small icon in the menu with Contact on it. No name. Just two phone numbers. One was marked Office Hours 9am-5pm. Another, Emergency Line. Sam looked at his wristwatch.
He was tempted. Deeply tempted. He put the computer down on the floor. He noted distractedly that he needed a carpet and a coffee table. He went into the kitchen to find his phone. Back on the couch, he tapped in the number on the website. About to press 'call', Sam stopped. What the fuck was he doing? This wasn't his business at all, but a matter between Dean and Castiel. He blew out a stream of air, then threw the iPhone on the cushions. Then he picked it up again. He had to admit that his curiosity was not only piqued, but decidedly in bloodhound-mode. His brother was getting married in two weeks and a day.
To a man who was cheating on him. It didn't make sense. Sam winced. He shouldn't have called, but he could do this. It wouldn't be the first time he had bullshitted his way to information. We have a confidentiality clause, so no matter how much I'd like to help, I can't do so without a warrant. If you'd please wait, I'll connect you to our general mana-". Sam disconnected. Of course they wouldn't tell him anything.
It still wasn't his business, but he still wanted to know. It sucked. Sam considered the options, none of which were really options, anyway. He could call Dean and ask. He could break into Dean's computer. He could hack into Angel Trap Investigation's mainframe. Or he could mind his own business.
The first option was not on and the next two were illegal — illegal in a way that made Sam refuse to even poke at them with a ten foot pole, not that he'd feel guilty fiddling with Dean's computer at all. The last option wasn't better. He had a company whose survival depended on his reputation and he could not afford doing illegal hacking. He wasn't a black hat. Not any longer. But Sam was already sniffing at the trail and he couldn't back down.
He had to find another way. The hunt was on. Their combined brain matter could move mountains and solve the riddle of why socks never came out of the washing machine in equal numbers, so coming up with a solution that satisfied Sam and his curiosity was a question of minutes. Thus prepared for an evening on the town, Sam resigned and went back to work. Charlie looked at her netbook.
And the encryption It's a piece of art! Going to take some time. I don't like it, Sam. They have a really good sys admin, Michael. He knows what he's doing. I know him from I recognize his style. You do not mess with Michael's servers if you don't have a really, really good reason for it. This guy And he is not nice, Sam. You'll be wiping viruses off your laptops for eternity if he finds out where the hack's coming from. Your company will be buried hundred feet underground when he's done with the shovel.
Believe me. Michael's family But for you, I'll do it. Not worth risking your reputation for. Mine too. I'm just-".
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Am I the only one who finds this disturbing? In fact, I find the entire idea about honey traps disturbing. Isn't it as much a betrayal to set someone on your lover? I mean Call him. Or Cas, right? Sam let his shoulders fall, his hair hanging down in front of his face. He was actually a bit ashamed of himself. Cas has been in love with Dean forever, and Dean is so into him. He's what Dean has needed for the last twenty years, and Dean knows it. That's why I don't understand. Why would he call a company like that Angel agency? But I can't call him on his honeymoon and ask, can I?
Why use them? For what? Or to investigate Brady, maybe? He did steal half of your possessions," Garth pointed out callously. Garth's suggestion wasn't without merit and Sam looked up, his eyes narrow. I don't think so! I haven't had sex for-" Sam cleverly shut his mouth. He cuddled up in his comfort hoodie, leaning against one of the coffee shop's heavy bookcases. Vonnegut's Armageddon in Retrospect took a dive from the top shelf and landed like a dead bird, spread out on the dark wooden floor.
Sam grunted, annoyed with the situation in general, and picked it up. Your man Brady was an asshole if there ever was one, but he's totally out of the picture, right? Not gonna happen," Sam said. If he was the last man on Earth, then maybe. No, wait It's still a no. Kevin nodded, clearly agreeing with that notion. Charlie didn't say anything, but she wasn't into dick, no matter who it was attached to. Not surprisingly, Garth had used the brief interlude to come up with a suggestion. He had always been a fast thinker.
Brady's gone; you don't have a boyfriend to answer to. They spy on people, so you spy on them. No wonder Hermione got a divorce and moved in with Minerva. Hermione has, like, a billion children with Ron. Trumps canon anytime. Update your geek card, will you! You are just The sound Charlie made didn't bode well for Kevin.
What does Obliviate mean, by the way? And who are you? He stuck his tongue out and leaned back in his chair. Kevin - 1, Hermione - 0. I'm sure Hermione will do fine on her own. Or I'll send Buffy in to help her kick ass.
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I can do that. I mean, not with Buffy and Hermy, you perv. With Sam. Folding his hands behind his head, Garth leaned back, looking very smug. Let's hit them tonight. With that. Smother him with awkward hotness until he confesses. No, seriously. It might be easier to get info if we know how they work. Or to get a confession out of either Dean or Cas, if needed. Perhaps it's even the same guy they send? I think it's worth a try. I can do it myself if Sam doesn't want to. Charlie got into a coughing fit and Kevin suddenly got busy with his coffee. Sam thought it was a bit unfair.
Garth wasn't bad. He had nice eyes and he was a good person. Also, and much more of a hindrance: he wasn't gay. If we're doing it, I'm going. I mean, if there's going to be any Not sure you'd be comfortable with that? Or Lois Lane. I like mature women. Lois Lane isn't real? Urgh, that's so unfair. Oh, well. I'll call Claudia and ask her out for dinner. Kevin ignored Garth's rambling and looked from Sam to Garth to and back.
Next week? Sam had taken the night off. Seeing that he had been too busy to join Cas and Dean in Portugal, he couldn't afford to use too much time on the investigation. He just had to do something ; he knew he'd be distracted and continue to wonder about the mystery if he didn't act.
Also, he had to figure out if there was a way he could help Dean and Cas to save their marriage. It's worth a try. He typed in the address and found the link. Oh, shit, this is going to be so awkward! He looked far too smug for his own good. I am going to friggin' rule!
Shut up, listen and learn! Or get your shit together and move out of your parents' basement before you're dissing my role-playing skills again! But you are not a Jedi yet," Garth retorted, looking down over his nose at Sam, a remarkable feat in itself, seeing that Sam was a few inches taller. There was that. Garth lived in a nice apartment in the old part of town now. He had been out of said basement for a decade, not that it stopped Sam from teasing him with it. He did what little he could for us. And you still liked the basement better than the alternative. But it was a bit crowded, what with Cas living there, too.
You're not the only one with a dysfunctional family. At least you still talk about yours. You're his family now, Sam. He hasn't seen his asshole brothers for ages. Maybe that's why I can't let this go. If there is anything I can do If one of them really has They were about to get married, for fuck's sake!
I really don't. I'm just, you know Maybe talking to one of the investigators might actually give us a clue. If we're still voting against doing shit the binary way. Charlie can-". This is me, calling! You're the one with money in the bank. In your wildest dreams. And you can't very well use your own card and then go use it again for a hotel room or wherever you end up going with that investigator if you're supposed to be two different persons.
They'll notice. They are investigators, for Christ's sake. I can be your suspicious boyfriend if you like. Not going to put out, though. It's enough that you took me for the money, honey. Also, my girlfriends will be jealous. Especially Claudia. He opened the notebook again and found the emergency number he'd seen earlier. Shut up, everybody. It's my work phone," Sam said. It has my name on it, work phone doesn't.
Waiting for the phone to connect, Sam's heart beat a bit faster. He wasn't sure he should be doing this at all. He should disconnect and call Dean, ask for an explanation. Before he thought the thought to an end somebody answered the phone. How may we help you? It made Sam relax a little bit. The girl he'd spoken to earlier hadn't been all that pleasant. Sam fumbled with the phone, almost dropping it. He pulled the corner of his sleeve over his mouth, just in case he needed to talk to the person in the phone as himself, hoping it would make him sound differently.
I think I think my boyfriend is I saw him. I've been out with friends when I saw him outside It was going to hell in a handbasket already. Oh, Damn. Sam grabbed the life-line with both hands. I feel so stupid. Outside a venue in Lawrence, Kansas. Iowa Street, to be precise. Got it. We have an investigator in the area; allow us half an hour to get ready and he'll be on the case.
The company was nation-wide, and the guy on the phone knew Lawrence like he lived in the neighborhood? How did you-". Unfortunately I do not have telepathic abilities.
Could have been awesome, now that you think of it. Much easier to do the job. Let me take down your info, I suppose this is a matter of urgency. Do you have a picture of your boyfriend? He'll probably be the tallest man present. His name is Sam. He's a software designer. I'd never have guessed.
Sam thought he heard a chuckle. Any type of man that your boyfriend likes in particular? Anyone that wasn't Brady! Sam went for the exact opposite of his former lover. Opposite to tall, arrogant and with a stick up their butt the size of the Eiffel tower. If Sam were to be wooed by another man, if only for show, the Angel Trap guys had better send him someone who wasn't reminding him of Brady. He could so do without.
We also need to know how far you are comfortable with us to go. My apologies for being direct, but we are able to test your boyfriend's fidelity with a variety of allures. Anything from observation to light flirting. Up to and including physical contact. Sam thought about it for a moment. Frequent reports meant frequent opportunities to ask questions. And physical contact meant an agent who might lower his defenses. At least Sam was confident enough in that area that he thought he might be able to make such an agent a little bit distracted.
Anything your investigator is comfortable with. Damn, this is so awkward! After each meeting, please. We tailor our services to your needs, if it suits you, it suits us," the voice in the phone said. Thank you for choosing the Angel Trap. Your date is waiting at the end of the yellow brick Matrix. You're not the one who's going to let himself be groped by an Angel Trap agent. I'll just sit here and enjoy the knowledge that you have to throw yourself at the guy. Or maybe we should go with you?
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