From Prussia With Love by Tina Christopher
Clara Redbeck has one goal: to prove to the sods at work—and to herself—that the best man for the job can be a woman. To do that, she must prevent a traitor from blowing London to bits. If only the dashing first mate of the dirigible she’d been tasked to plunder didn’t set her aflame.
Garrett Dewhurst has one goal: to execute the coup of a lifetime. His plans do not include a spanking dalliance with the most intriguing woman he has ever met.
With each encounter, the fire between them burns hotter and their need grows stronger. Finally, the cramped cabin aboard the Bismarck becomes their intimate playground, where Garrett introduces Clara to the pleasure of submission and they explore their passion in every way possible.
Clara and Garrett want a future together, but each holds a secret that if revealed could cost them everything. With the clock ticking down on the traitor’s plan, they’ll have to choose between protecting themselves or the whole of London.
Clara Redbeck, currently traveling under the name Clara Riesenbeck, paused at the bottom of the ramp and studied the Bismarck. The dirigible was one of the modern multilevel models and would take her all the way from Tilsit, on the east coast of Prussia, to London. Or as far as she had to go before she fulfilled her mission.
She swiped her ticket through the automated steward’s facade, and the barricade opened. With a smile to the camera, she tugged her purse higher onto her arm, picked up the small bag holding her essentials and walked up the ramp.
Clara had a plan, and this plan involved showing the knobs at work that she was more than capable of fulfilling this assignment. They’d made it clear that they had no confidence in her abilities. She’d prove herself. On her own and without an untrustworthy partner taking credit for her actions. Untrustworthy male partner. It would be a long time before she believed in a man again.
A human steward greeted her at the door. His shiny brass nametag identified him as Jens Althoff. He was at that stage where he hadn’t quite left boyhood and the attached lankiness behind but showed the beginnings of the man he would become. “Willkommen, Fräulein Riesenbeck.” His accent informed her he’d grown up in the northernmost part of the country. “We are delighted to welcome you aboard the Bismarck and wish you a pleasant flight.”
Clara replied in German, allowing her grandmother’s eastern heritage to flow into her words as she handed him her ticket. “Thank you for your kind welcome. I am excited to be here and am looking forward to my flight.” She batted her eyelashes a few times. “It’s the first time I’m riding one so big.” The breathy sigh at the end was timed perfectly.
Jens stilled for a moment and blushed.
She fought hard to contain her smile.
He cleared his throat and gave her a little bow. “I will do my best to ensure we live up to expectations.” His face turned even redder when his words echoed around them.
He gathered his composure, gestured, and an automaton rolled up. Jens inserted her ticket into a slot. A green light flashed, and a metal key card slid from a second opening. “The Otto will take you to your cabin.” Jens handed her the ticket and key, and bowed, but he couldn’t quite meet her gaze.
Clara took pity on him. She nodded her thanks and followed the Otto. The automaton rolled along a track in the floor. The anchor gave the machine additional stability during turbulence or unexpected altitude drops.
It also meant the Otto could only follow predetermined routes.
Clara catalogued the tracks, mapping them in her head against the intel she’d received before she left London.
Within a few minutes, they stood outside a nondescript door. As planned, she had the corner cabin giving her only one neighbor. And that cabin would miraculously stay unoccupied. She’d made sure of that.
It was the details that counted.