The Spy Wore Red

The Spy Wore Red
Wendy Rosnau

SHE HAD MOVES NO ONE COULD MATCHAnd that kept superspy Nadja Stefn alive on many an undercover assignment. Until one slip changed the game forever.It happened one icy cold night…two spies on the run, holing up together…the night Nadja wore red. They exchanged no names, and five years later Nadja still didn't know the identity of her child's father. Until she was chosen for a mission that paired her with her mystery lover.When the assassin they're after kidnaps their daughter, Nadja faces a terrible choice: A) deliver her daughter to this vicious criminal, or B) lose her child forever. But master game player Nadja might just go with option C….

EURO QUEST INTELLIGENCE AGENCY MISSION DOCUMENT

Agency location: Prague, Czech Republic

Specialty: Creating femme fatale spies—special women with killer instincts who can take their place in the world of global espionage.

Mission: Uncover the hideout of Holic “the Butcher” Reznik. Seize his future-kills file. Assassinate the assassin.

Recommended agent: Nadja Stefn, age 29, 5'9", brown eyes, blond hair. Code name: Q

Notes: Q’s sexy appearance is an asset for taking a quarry off guard. Her mental acuity and quickness are matched by a surprising tolerance for pain. A former Olympic skiing hopeful, Q spent three years in rehab after an accident that could have left her paralyzed. She recovered almost fully, but cold weather can affect her performance. However, her personal connection to this case—a connection she is not yet aware of—will give her an edge and determination that won’t allow for failure….

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The Spy Wore Red

Wendy Rosnau

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WENDY ROSNAU

resides on sixty secluded acres in Minnesota with her husband and their two children. She divides her time between her family-owned bookstore and writing romantic suspense.

Her first book, The Long Hot Summer, was a Romantic Times nominee for Best First Series Romance of 2000. Her third book, The Right Side of the Law, was a Romantic Times Top Pick. She received the Midwest Fiction Writers 2001 Rising Star Award.

Wendy loves to hear from her readers. Visit her Web site at www.wendyrosnau.com.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 1

Winter smog hung thick over the city of Prague, as well as a fresh layer of wet snow. Neither, however, could be blamed for Nadja Stefn being late. Twelve minutes, to be exact.

Red wool swirled around her as she dashed up the stone steps to the Vysehrad Museum and through the heavy mosaic front doors. Inside, she kept moving as routine and familiarity took over. She pulled off her black leather gloves, her calf-high boots clicking out a hurried tempo on the slate floor as she made a right down the corridor, then a left.