Praise for Hotwire
“Every spare minute I had was spent reading,including during my lunch breaks at work. Solid and very wellwritten.”
~MaKaela Howell, reviewer
“Christy is a character that will make youwant to be stronger, try harder at whatever you do, and learn howto disarm an enemy.”
~Tamara Borden, reviewer
“This book has it all. Romance. Danger.Christy. Action. Adventure. Subterfuge. Christy. I can't say enoughabout how much I love Christy, her character just gets better andbetter with each new story.”
~Cathy Jeppson, reviewer
“Hotwire kept me quickly turning the pages asI couldn’t wait to finish. Keeps you biting your nails while on theedge of your seat. Hogan cleverly created characters with detail,who are both relatable and grounded, making it easy to transport tothe world of the high school students.”
~The Bookstalker Review
“It’s a thriller that reminded me of a mixbetween Gone in 60 Seconds and the Gallagher Girlsbooks.”
~Canda Mortensen, reviewer
“A captivating novel that I couldn’t putdown. Seriously, you’ll have to put aside house work and considergetting a baby sitter so that you don’t have to put the book downuntil you read the last word.”
~Brooke Stephenson at familyisfriendship.blogspot.com
“A spellbinding, action-packed series oftwisted events that lead our favorite agent into the clutches ofthe world’s most feared group of formidable, crass, and malignantmen. Make your popcorn, unearth your horde of favorite snacks anddrinks because you will not want to walk away from this intenseseries of events.”
~T. Russell, Summerfield, Florida,reviewer
“Christy is like the female version of JamesBond, only better! A clean spy novel that will have your heartracing, hands sweating, and feelings out of control!”
~Konstanz Silverbow, reviewer
“A wild ride you won’t want to get off untilthe very end.”
~Cindy Roland Anderson, author of thebestselling novels Fair Catch
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Hotwire by Cindy M. Hogan
Nineteen-year-old spy Christy Hadden can'twait for her latest assignment for Division 57 posing as a studentat a prestigious New York City academy and car thiefextraordinaire. It’s easy enough. Infiltrate the car-theft ring andretrieve a stolen car. No problem.
The best part of the mission is herattractive handler, Jeremy. The worst part? The sociopathmasquerading as the academy's most popular guy. The very one she’ssupposed to get close to.
But soon she realizes the thieves are muchmore than they seem. Her simple spying mission becomes moredangerous than anyone imagined and retrieving the car is the leastof her worries. If the organization discovers her true identity,they won't hesitate to kill her, and if she fails, others willsuffer the same fate.
Chapter 1
I stretched out a kink in my neck,readjusting my heavy surveillance headphones again,exasperated that none fit me right. “Ugh!”
Agent Halluis Moreau whacked me on theshoulder bracingly. “Don’t worry, it’ll only be about ten yearsuntil big people things actually fit you,” he said, his lightlyaccented voice dripping with mockery.
I turned and scowled at him, but it didn’ttake long looking at his goofy face before I was fighting a smile.I blamed the mustache—who could take a guy seriously when he wassporting a pencil-thin mustache? It didn’t help that he insisted onalways wearing all black, from his tight turtleneck to his shinyshoes. He looked more like a little boy playing spy than an actualspook. I turned back to my monitor before he could catch my lipstwitching.
“Really funny, Halluis.” I let the sarcasmdrip from my voice to cover the smile. “Just pay attention to yourfeed. You don’t want to miss anything.”
He scoffed and tossed his own headphonesdown on the table. “Mon oeil. As if these kids ever sayanything important. Our time would be better spent practicing yourFrench.”
“My French? What’s wrong with myFrench?”
“Your accent is terrible.”
The van door slid open and slammed shutquickly, letting in a burst of frigid air. “You’re a Parisian, soyou’re obligated to say that.” It was Agent Amédée Renaud, alwaysknown as Ace, returning from a quick bathroom break.
The three of us were positioned inside acramped surveillance van, parked on a crowded New York City street,listening to various audio feeds coming out of A.G. Bell Academy,an engineering prep school. The team had been monitoring activityat the school ever since they’d pinpointed it as a hub for cartheft activity.
“I find it hard to believe that any kids inthis school could be stealing expensive, high profile cars allaround the city. They’re kids.” Halluis looked at me, a sheepishlook on his face, before tilting his head to the side. “What?They’re in high school. Sure, it’s an elite engineering highschool, but still a high school.”
“If it is them,” Ace said. “I can’t wait tosee how they’re doing it. Whoever they are, they’re good at hidingtheir tracks.”
“I don’t get why Division 57 is eveninvolved in this. Shouldn’t the police be dealing with this?” Isaid, voicing a concern I’d had since they’d brought me on board aweek before.
“Yeah, but we’re not after all the cars.Just one. The police don’t seem to have a great handle onthis—they’ve been after this group for months, with no leads. Ourclient, whoever he is, wants his car back, and he doesn’t want towait around for the police to get it together.”
“Well, I’m up for a quick in-and-out missionafter the last one.” I leaned back and pushed a big breath of airthrough my nose. “Still,
