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MIDNIGHT VELVET

An Ellora’s Cave Publication, March 2005

Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

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ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0110-9

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Edited by Briana St. James.

Cover art by Syneca .

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Midnight Velvet has

been rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-

rotic), and X (X-treme).

S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

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MIDNIGHT VELVET

Jaci Burton

Dedication

To Jamie and Mel, who read this long, long ago. Thank you for hanging in there

with me and supporting me when I needed it most.

To Charlie, my partner in all things. Thank you for always being there by my side

and encouraging me to reach for the stars. I love you.

Midnight Velvet

Chapter One

If she didn’t get some action soon, she was going to die of boredom.

Nevada James fingered the plants on her desk, trying desperately to think of some

way to stay busy. She hated working the night shift. The small cubicle suffocated her

and being an analyst was akin to a prison term. Dissecting coded information from the

National Crime Agency’s field operatives no longer held the thrill it used to. What she

really wanted to do was become an operative herself.

Now that she’d received the letter informing her she’d been accepted into the field

agent training program, her days as an information gatherer were all but over.

She smiled, anticipating the thrill and excitement of starting work with a seasoned

agent. The commander told her he’d have her partner lined up by Monday, which

meant tonight would be her last night as an analyst. Next week her new life would

begin.

A call beeped in and she grabbed her headset, answering with her code name. “This

is Velvet.”

“Velvet? This is Midnight.”

Ah, the voice of the mysterious agent known only as Midnight. She perked up at

the sound of his husky tone, tightening her headset so she could hear him better.

Finally, relief from another boring night at the office. Her heart started its familiar

race and for a second she almost forgot she was at work. Usually, taking calls from one

of the NCA field agents didn’t give her a moment’s pause. That is, until Midnight called

in. Then, the noise of the other analysts around her cubicle disappeared. It was just him

and her. Alone.

His voice mesmerized her like a starlit sky at the witching hour, sending her libido

into instant overdrive. The way he said Velvet made her wish it were her real name,

instead of the code name the National Crime Agency assigned her. But he didn’t know

her name, nor she his. He was just a voice on the other end of the line. Safer that way in

case their transmissions were tapped into.

“Go ahead, Midnight.” Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to take down

the coded information. She entered his name and the time of his call. Ten-thirty p.m.

“It’s hot out here, tonight, Velvet. How about there?”

Midnight’s steamy voice conjured up images of a summer evening, the air still

sweltering from the day’s heat. Her mind filled with a vision of two bodies entwined

under the stars, lips pressed against glistening, humidity-soaked skin. In St. Louis,

almost every summer night was an experience like that. Only without the sexy part.

She broke into a sweat. “Yes, very hot.” Why did talking to him always make her

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