The Agent by Ellen Lane

Excerpt:For Alice Tate, sleeping past six a.m. on any given day was considered sleeping in. Even on weekends, she rarely rose after six thirty, regardless of what she had done the night before. So, when she opened her eyes to a clock that read almost nine a.m., she realized that the previous night must have been one for the history books. Her suspicions were only confirmed when a decidedly larger form shifted in bed behind her. The dark-haired woman sat up slowly, draping long raven waves over her shoulder before she gazed over at the figure sharing her bed with a sigh. She could barely remember his name – Daniel something or other. He was the lead guitarist for some up and coming rock band that played at a function she’d been invited to the previous night. It had been a long while since she’d enjoyed the company of a man as musically talented as he was – and as physically arresting to boot. Even now, she could appreciate