Code Name: Nanny

I've once had a dream of becoming a spy - back when I was 5 or 6 years old. Must have been all those cartoons, planting ideas of becoming a super agent, an assassin, or even better - becoming supergirl (since superwoman is old enough to be my mum).
This is one of those stories that never fail to remind me of my hopes of becoming a super agent.

Christina Skye: Code name: Nanny

Hot. Sexy. Steamy. Sizzling.

FBI agent Summer Mulcahey is working undercover as a nanny for the Assistant DA in San Francisco, Cara O'Connor, who is engaged to a senator who’s working his way up to presidency.

Summer is hired by Cara after receiving threats to her and the family, not knowing that the gardener is actually an undercover Navy SEAL working for the senator.

The FBI agent who’s used to working alone and the (tough guy) Navy SEAL have to then work together to hunt down the enemy, at the same time fighting their sizzling attraction to one another.

Filled with suspense till the very end, this book is a must read for romantic suspense readers.

Not only so, Christina Skye has managed to balance two love stories in a book while at the same time maintaining the suspense is admirable.

It’s this book that got me started reading the romantic suspense genre. Boy, now I feel like re-reading this book again. ^ ^

Excerpt:

She was an expert in the Weaver stance and shotgun recoil. She knew about bomb dogs, wire fraud, and chain of custody for criminal evidence. But no one at Quantico had taught her the proper procedure for a naked smart-ass when said naked smart-ass was standing in your shower whistling "Penny Lane."

"Get out," she said tightly. "Otherwise you're going to be kissing the floor, and trust me I won't make it nice."His brow rose.

"You know judo?""Aikido."Suddenly his eyes were dark and focused. "You're the new nanny?"

"That's right. And you are?"

"Gabe Morgan--landscape and general contracting. The girls told me you weren't coming until later tonight. My shower's been acting up, so I thought I'd sneak over and clean up before you arrived."

As an apology, it stunk. As an explanation, it was passable--assuming that Summer believed him.Which she didn't." 'The girls'?"

"The two O'Connor kids. Audra and Sophy. They told me when you were to arrive."Summer smiled tightly. "As you can see, they were wrong."

"In that case, sorry for the intrusion. No reason for things to get off on the wrong foot because of it."

"I'd say it's a perfect reason."He crossed his arms, and Summer worked hard not to stare at the fine display. There was a small scar near the top of his shoulder that curved down in a tight hook. From a gardening tool? "The old nanny let the girls run wild. Clearly, you're going to be a lot stricter."

"I'm not getting paid to let them run wild, Mr. Morgan."

"Call me Gabe."Why was he standing there holding a conversation in his towel, for heaven's sake? Why didn't the man just go? "I doubt I'll call you anything until you get some clothes on."

"Too bad." Once again the grin teased his lips. "Clothes can be damned overrated, ma'am."

"Not by me."Gabe Morgan shook his head. "Things were just starting to get interesting, too." He gave a two-finger wave as he crossed the living room. "I'll talk to Audra and Sophy about this. I'm pretty sure it's their harebrained idea of a joke on the new nanny. Meanwhile, enjoy the shower, now that I got things all warmed up for you." He tightened his towel, opening the front door. "By the way, they're good kids, but you should tan their hides for this little stunt. It's a war out there, and the kids are winning, from what I hear."

"Thank you for the astute advice, Mr. Morgan. I assure you, I know how to do my job," Summer said stiffly."Glad to hear it. Let me know if you need any help."Summer crossed her arms. "I won't."

She'd studied enough books on the subject in the last three weeks to tackle anything that was thrown at her.So she hoped.

The towel slid lower on his lean hips. Summer was pretty sure her mouth was hanging open. She might drool any second.

"Whatever you say. 'Night, Ms. Mulvaney."

She hadn't told him her name.