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    Business or Pleasure: The Department of Homeworld Security, #3
    Business or Pleasure: The Department of Homeworld Security, #3
    Business or Pleasure: The Department of Homeworld Security, #3
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    Business or Pleasure: The Department of Homeworld Security, #3

    By Cassandra Chandler

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    He thought he was beyond the need for physical pleasure—until he met her.

     

    Paige Sloan thought dedicating her life to protecting Earth's ecosystems meant dealing with human mistakes—until her latest test samples put her on the hit list of an invasive species of aliens. As if that's not enough to deal with, there's a huge, hunky alien soldier demanding she leave the planet with him. But she's not about to leave until she's figured out what's really going on.

     

    Khel's assignment to bring Paige Sloan to the Coalition spaceship orbiting Earth should be simple, if only she would comply. She's determined to unravel the truth behind the Tau Ceti's presence on Earth, even though they've killed everyone else who knows where her samples were taken. Her passion for her planet is strong enough to burn down the walls he's created in himself to be the perfect Sadirian soldier—and it lights a flame of desire in him unlike any he's ever known.

     

    But the longer they work together on Earth, the more danger they're in, and soon their hearts are on the line as much as their lives. Can Khel convince Paige to accompany him to safety, or will her quest to protect her planet lead them both to destruction?

     

    Main Content: Approximately 25,982 words, 127 (5.5 x 8.5) pages

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCassandra Chandler
    Release dateJun 20, 2016
    ISBN9780997448610
    Business or Pleasure: The Department of Homeworld Security, #3
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    Cassandra Chandler

    USA Today Bestselling author Cassandra Chandler uses her vivid imagination to make the world more interesting, spawning the ideas she turns into her evocative Science Fiction Romances and enthralling Paranormal and Urban Fantasy Romances. Fast-paced and funny, lighthearted or tinged with shadow, her stories will introduce you to characters you'll fall in love with and worlds you long to explore.

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      Business or Pleasure - Cassandra Chandler

      Business or Pleasure

      The Department of Homeworld Security

      Book Three

      Cassandra Chandler

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      You are a good person! You know that stealing is wrong. Remember, eBooks can’t be shared or given away. It’s against copyright law. So don’t download books you haven’t paid for or upload books in ways other people can access for free. That would be stealing.

      And you’re better than that.

      This book is pure fiction. All characters, places, names, and events are products of the author’s imagination or used solely in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to any people, places, things, or events that have ever existed or will ever exist is entirely coincidental.

      Business or Pleasure

      The Department of Homeworld Security, Book Three

      Copyright © 2016 by Cassandra Chandler

      ISBN: 978-0-9974486-1-0

      All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used, transmitted, or reproduced in any manner or form without written permission from the author, except for brief quotations used in critical articles and reviews.

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      Second eBook edition: May 2017

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      Chapter One

      At six-thirty on Saturday mornings, the gym was usually deserted. It was therefore Paige’s favorite workout of the week. She had already completed a few circuits on the weight machines and was enjoying being the only person using the line of treadmills as she cooled down. After the week she’d had, she needed the break from human contact.

      Her playlist abruptly switched to her brother Brendan’s ringtone. Damn.

      Thanks to him, all she had to do to answer was tap her right earbud. He had hooked her up with technology he’d designed himself. The earbuds included tiny microphones that could pick up her voice even if she was whispering, while filtering out ambient noise and making her hands-free talking crystal clear. The phone’s reception was good enough that she wondered if he was tapping into one of the secret government satellites he worked on.

      Allegedly.

      The downside of the awesome tech was that she felt obligated to answer every time he called her with it. She sighed, then tapped the earbud.

      Morning, bro. What’s up?

      Hey. You’re at the gym, right?

      She hesitated before answering. Yeah.

      I figured. How are you doing?

      I’m fine, everything is fine…

      Except it really wasn’t. Jim—Senator Conroy—was dead. Today’s workout was as much about grief and catharsis as keeping up with her physical health. She wasn’t just sad to lose the best boss she’d ever had. Senator Conroy had been a passionate visionary. He was determined to tighten environmental laws.

      Her team, which consisted of her and two ever-changing temporary interns from the local college, had been working several sites in Louisiana for three years before Jim came on board, giving her renewed hope that she could make a difference. He had been in office less than a month when his plane crashed.

      Maybe Brendan was just calling to check up on her.

      I’m sending someone over, he said.

      She let out another sigh, deeper than the first. Seriously? We’re not even in the same state.

      I have a…friend in the area, he said. He should be there any minute.

      How do you even know what gym I’m at?

      Uh…

      Don’t bother answering.

      Brendan was overprotective to the point of paranoia. She had finally been able to get him to stop hiring and assigning her bodyguards by agreeing to carry a panic button with her at all times. Brendan had designed it to look like lipstick. She wasn’t sure how it worked—she just knew to press the button and it would send him some sort of signal that let him know where she was and that she was in trouble.

      I’ve told you before, I refuse to let your work impact my life. You want to work on top secret stuff—

      Paige—

      —that’s your business. But I’m not going to walk around with ex-military private security goons following me just to make you feel better about your life choices.

      Paige!

      Brendan never yelled. She stopped ranting.

      This isn’t about me or my work, he said. It’s about you.

      What about me?

      Whatever you’re working on has caught the attention of…unsavory types.

      She let out a brief laugh. I can’t even get people to believe global climate change is real, let alone that it’s impacting key ecosystems. I doubt anybody sees my work as a threat, especially now that Senator Conroy is gone.

      I wish that was the case. Listen to me very carefully. I can’t speak openly right now.

      She snorted. Right, Brendan couldn’t speak openly on the incredibly advanced, encoded system that he had designed. She was pretty sure the government would be pissed if they ever found out she was walking around with the tech he had given her. Brendan had assured her when he set her up with her phone and panic button that no one would know about it and his gifts wouldn’t pose a threat to national security. The last thing she wanted was to be walking around with classified technology.

      As rudimentary as he claimed it to be, her calls were still supposed to be one-hundred percent unhackable. If Brendan couldn’t talk freely, that meant either he had been pulled back in by the government and they were eavesdropping using the tech he had designed for them, or the much more terrifying possibility—someone was with him that Brendan deemed a threat.

      You don’t need a wormhole, do you?

      That was their code for a dangerous situation they needed a miracle to get out of—like the sudden appearance of a stable wormhole. His answer would let her know if he was safe. He laughed, and some of the tension in her chest receded.

      Not in the sense you mean. You wouldn’t believe… Well, anyway, I’m in a safe spot. And I’m sending someone to bring you here. We need to talk.

      I’m glad you’re safe, but I’m not leaving.

      Paige—

      If I’m on someone’s radar, that means I’m onto something. I’m not about to drop it. Whatever it was.

      Most people would consider her overworked, but she didn’t care about the long hours. She was dedicated to helping the planet. The problem with the heavy workload was that she had so many locations and projects she was tracking, she had no clue which one had pushed someone’s buttons.

      Brendan’s call had spooked her though. She glanced around the gym, noting that several people had filtered in while they spoke. Everyone seemed absorbed in their workouts.

      I’m not telling you to abandon your work, Brendan said. I’m saying there’s more going on here than you realize. Much more. You’re going to need help, whether you want it or not.

      I don’t want one of your…

      A tall man stepped into the main workout room. He was pale and blond, his hair cut short on the sides and back with bangs that fell partway down his forehead. His gray T-shirt pulled tight across the most gorgeous pecs she had ever seen. His broad shoulders perfectly offset his narrow hips and accented his V figure. Tight jeans encased his long legs, all the way down to…black boots.

      She rolled her eyes. He might have been able to fool her if not for the boots. Well, and the stance. The way he walked screamed military. The question at the front of her mind became—was he Brendan’s guy or someone else’s?

      Tell me more about this friend you’re sending.

      "He’s tall. Looks like Thor. Not like movie-Thor, but actual God of Lighting-Thor."

      She grinned. And you felt safe sending him to watch over your baby sister?

      Before Brendan had made her the panic button, Paige had seduced a few of the more attractive bodyguards he tried to saddle her with. It was a great way to let off steam, but invariably had led to them wanting more of a commitment. She was already committed to her work. Still, it worked for getting them to quit and gave her fuel to tease her brother.

      Please try to take this seriously. Khel will keep you safe and explain as much as he can.

      Kel?

      K-H-E-L. Go easy on him. He’s not from around here.

      I’ll make sure he feels welcome. She purred the words, wanting to make Brendan uncomfortable. He should be for intruding in her life this way—again.

      Yeah, good luck with that. And gross. Brendan laughed as if

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