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Dean Voight was an undercover agent with a singular focus—bring down dangerous criminals. Trained to blend in, gather intel, and dismantle the most ruthless gangs from the inside, Dean’s latest mission had him face-to-face with one of the deadliest leaders in the underworld—Thalia.

Thalia wasn’t just a gang leader; she was a woman who exuded power, control, and a dangerous allure that made even the most hardened criminals bend to her will. Tasked with infiltrating her operation, Dean quickly found himself drawn into a high-stakes game of manipulation and deception, one that pushed him to the edge of his morals.

Every move Dean made was carefully calculated, but Thalia’s unpredictable nature forced him to question everything he knew about himself. As the lines between his mission and his emotions blurred, Dean began to wonder: Was he still the man who followed orders, or was he becoming something else entirely?

In the midst of this chaos, Dean’s growing connection to Thalia may be his undoing. Dangerous Seduction is the story of how one agent’s battle for control over his mission and heart will lead him into a world where trust is a luxury, and loyalty is a game.

Dangerous Seduction

Blackridge City's skyline shone bright under the blackness, but Dean knew the sparkle hid a whole lot more unsavory. He smoothed his suit—sparkling, black, fitted—standing alongside Thalia. She was gorgeous in a backless black dress, a cutaway revealing her brawny leg. Her chain still looped around her neck, a soft reminder she was lethal, however lovely she looked.

"You clean up well," she murmured, giving him a once-over.

Dean smirked. "You're not so bad yourself."

They stepped into the lavish hotel ballroom, the air heavy with wealth and secrets. Businessmen laughed over champagne, while politicians whispered in corners. Dean stayed close to Thalia, their chemistry simmering beneath the surface, but his focus was sharp.

Their mark: Richard Vance. A money-luring investor with hands painted red. Thalia's client had wanted him taken out—quietly.

As they navigated through the party guests, Thalia effortlessly slipped into role, charming the socialites while keeping her focus on mission. Dean played along, all smiles hiding his true intentions.

Finally, the moment came. Vance excused himself from the crowd to the restroom by himself.

Thalia shot Dean a glance. He nodded.

A couple of minutes afterwards, Vance was huddled over a stall—an unmistakable overdose. Clean. Untraceable. Exactly as Thalia had planned.

Leaving the party, Thalia leaned into Dean, her warm breath on his ear.

Dean felt the high of success—but also the desire for her growing in strength. And he knew this was merely the start.

Blood Under the Glamour