"4 1/2 Stars!...Ms. Willows has another winner in this contemporary suspense erotic romance. The plot of this story is great and had me on a ride of twists and turns. I didn't know when I was coming up over the next top of the hill on the roller coaster ride. Blythe, a smart, sophisticated, and intelligent woman is a great character. Tony is not what he seems over and over, but at the root he is a caring sensitive man. The secondary characters, especially Eileen and Lance, add some humor at just the right spots of the story. A lot happens in this book and it can be overwhelming as you are reading. Yet Ms. Willows maintains the balance between the suspense and the romance. The sex is fantastic with a little bit of everything thrown in for fun. Blythe and Tony have fun discovering each other sexually and it shows in every scene. Those of you who enjoy erotic romances with suspense thrown in will enjoy Undercover Lover."—Julie Esparza, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

5 Stars!...A Recommended Read...Tony and Blythe made a great team and if you give this story a chance, you'll be pleased to discover for yourself just how this suspenseful mystery plays out. Now I just hope that Ms. Willows has plans for a romance between the secondary characters, who are also intriguing and humorous, without detracting from the main plotline between Tony and Blythe. This wonderful story deserves Fallen Angel Reviews highest praise, that of a Recommended Read."—Sarah W, Fallen Angel Reviews

"5 Ribbons!...Suspense, comedy and love at its best...will keep you turning the pages and out of breathe. Caitlyn Willows has a hit with this one and I hope there are more to follow featuring several secondary characters. This one definitely belongs on the keeper shelf."—Claudia McRay, Romance Junkies

He spread the oil evenly in long, sweeping motions then swooped up to her shoulders. Muscles caved beneath his kneading fingers. Her body quivered for more.

A trace down her spine loosened her vertebrae. Down to the small of her back. His thumbs melted the tension away. Up in circular formation. Down her sides, tickling her ribs.

Blythe twitched against the feeling.

“Sorry. Didn’t know you were ticklish. I’ll be more careful.”

Up to the shoulders and down again to her buttocks. Heat spread to her clit, swelling it all the more as he worked oil into her backside. Up again to the spine and down to the crevice between her cheeks, to the tip of her tailbone, then around the bottom curve of her butt.

Yes, this is working well.

She parted her legs ever so slightly.

More oil. That sound of rubbing hands. He cupped her thighs with each hand, thumbs inside. Inch by inch he wandered downward until he reached her feet. There he picked up one and massaged each digit, then did the same to the other. Working both hands on one leg, he made his way north.

He paused at her crotch, then circled her butt and worked down the other leg. Blythe opened her legs a little wider. Again, he paused before cupping her butt, and she swore he gave her a little flick before moving on.

She bit back a cry and forced her breathing to stay normal.

Tony draped his hands on her shoulders, down her sides, brushing the edges of her breasts. She swallowed hard. Lower once more. To her thighs, inside and out, inside and out, just barely brushing what she desperately needed touched.

Why didn’t he make a move? Why didn’t he…

He traced a finger to the end of her spine. Paused. Turned his hand and cupped her thigh.

Shock waves shot through Blythe. “Good God, would you just…”

He pulled back. “Just what?”

“Never mind. The massage is over. Pack up and go.”

She swung down from the table and hurried to the bathroom. Jerk. He knew damn well what he was doing. Damn well. That still did little to help her...