A few months ago I read Ice Storm by Anne Stuart, the first novel of hers that I had ever encountered. After reading it I had declared myself a life-long fan and went out to buy a copy of Black Ice, the first in her Ice series about dangerous love affairs and even deadlier spies.
Chloe Underwood is a 23-year-old American living in Paris to escape the expectations of her overachieving family, mainly the fact that they can’t understand her lack of desire to become a doctor. Chloe loves languages though, and is fluent in several. She spends her time in Paris translating children’s books. She comes to work one morning wishing for violence and sex, just a bit of excitement to liven up her seemingly boring life.
Though she loves her job it doesn’t pay very well. So when Chloe’s best friend and roommate begs her to cover for her translating for a group of business men in the French countryside Chloe can’t say no. The money is too good and the idea of getting out of town for a weekend seems to be heaven-sent after her wish for some excitement.
But once in the beautiful old house in the middle of nowhere Chloe realizes that these international traders are more than what they seem. Hiding being the guise of fruit and sheep are military weapons and terrorists. In the middle of all this is Bastian Touissant, an extremely handsome and deadly man who takes an interest in Chloe.
Unsure if she is an innocent or an operative sent into the vipers' nest, Bastian is determined to discover who Chloe is and who she is working for. A member of a secret organization called the Committee, Bastian has access to only the best information. Soon he realizes that Chloe, even with her head for languages, is exactly what she proclaims herself to be; an innocent stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time.