The Beach Alibi by Alison Kent

digital reissue edition
May 2016

Get your copy here!


Kelly John Beach takes the covert nature of his work to heart. He is never seen. He is never heard. Until he is. Somehow, the man who is the ultimate spy was caught on video surveillance inside a Spectra IT office. Now the SG-5 team has to replace the original capture with one proving K.J. was elsewhere at the time.

Enter Emma Webster, Hank Smithson’s personal assistant. Posing as Kelly John’s lover, Emma will accompany him to several strategic locations with SG-5 cameras positioned to record their encounters: in elevators and restaurants and strictly off-limits back hallways. Intimate encounters. Erotic encounters.

Getting his hands on the very woman who’s starred in his dirtiest fantasies would make this the best assignment ever for K.J. if not for the fact that it puts Emma in the crosshairs of Spectra IT. And when the criminal organization realizes they can get to K.J. through Emma, he’s left to face how far he’ll go to protect the woman he loves.


Kensington Brava
SG-5 #4
ISBN 0758206747
January 2005

Brava Mass Market
The Beach Alibi
The McKenzie Artifact
Wal-Mart exclusive reissue
August 2008

Read an Excerpt - See Foreign Covers

Buy THE BEACH ALIBI at Amazon - Buy THE BEACH ALIBI at Barnes & Noble


The Comfort of Favorite Things - Bliss and the Art of Forever - The Sweetness of Honey - Beneath the Patchwork Moon - Boots Under Her Bed - A Blue Christmas/Jingle Bell Rock(Digital Edition) - Unforgettable - The Second Chance Café - Unbreakable - Undeniable - Holiday Kisses/This Time Next Year - Twenty-One Hours/SEAL of My Dreams - At His Mercy - Playing Love's Odds (Digital Edition) - Love Me Tender (Digital Edition) - Love In Bloom - (Digital Edition) - The Icing On The Cake - With Extreme Pleasure - One Good Man - No Limits - A Long, Hard Ride - Maximum Exposure - Kiss & Tell - Deep Trouble - In Danger - At Risk - Tex Appeal - The Perfect Stranger - Beyond A Shadow - Infatuation - The Complete Idiot's Guide To Writing Erotic Romance - Deep Breath - Goes Down Easy - Red Letter Nights - Totally Charmed - Kiss & Makeup - Undressed - Larger Than Life - Sara Smiles/Beach Blanket Bad Boys - The McKenzie Artifact - The Beach Alibi - The Samms Agenda - The Shaughnessey Accord - The Bane Affair - Mother, Please! - Indiscreet - Wicked Games - A Blue Christmas/Jingle Bell Rock - Striptease - The Sweetest Taboo - Bound To Happen - No Strings Attached - Roped Into Romance - All Tied Up - Love In Bloom - Four Men & A Lady - Love Me Tender - The Badge And The Baby - The Grinch Makes Good - The Heartbreak Kid - Call Me - Playing Love's Odds

The only way this scraping-the-bottom-of-the-barrel plan would work was if he got his hands on her now.

He’d decided that on the cab ride over, knowing he’d have to make it fast. They had little time to spare and needed to be on their way.

But if he got his hands on her now, she’d know what to expect later, and her reaction wouldn’t be one of a condemned woman facing a firing squad.

Kelly John knocked a second time, waiting for Emma to make up her mind, to decide whether his ass was worth saving.

Because for all her spouting off in Hank’s office about her loyalty to her boss, she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

That by the end of tonight, her life might very well be strung up next to his on the line.

The door opened. She smiled, standing there looking nothing like the woman he knew from the office. Not that he knew her well—or knew her at all, but he’d seen her. He’d noticed her.

He’d just never expected . . . this.

Her legs started with incredibly high heels and disappeared beneath the mid-thigh hem of a black dress he’d have to ruck up to her waist to get under.

The thought gave him pause . . . and an electrical buzz over the skin cupped tight to his balls.

He nodded, keeping his gaze on her face and away from her deeply scooped neckline and the gorgeously plump curves of her tits. “May I come in?”

“Sure.” She took a step back. “I thought you might be in a hurry. I’m ready to go.”

He followed her inside, pushed the door closed behind him, swore not to think about the perfect fit of his cock and her cleavage. “One thing I’d like to do before we go.”

“Okay,” she said slowly, looking up at him with her eyes wide and her smile not quite so. “What is it? Can I help?”

He was the one who smiled then, who took a step closer, who shook his head when she started to back away. “You can help by standing still.”

“Okay,” she said again, gesturing with one hand. “And what else?”

He took hold of her hand, brought it to his chest, held it there so she could feel the desperate beat of his heart. “You can let me kiss you. And you can kiss me back.”

“You want to kiss me?” she asked, spreading her fingers wide there, his sternum beneath her palm.

She flexed her fingers once, twice, her gaze caught by the movement as if seeing his bare skin instead of his black suit coat and gray-blue dress shirt sans tie.

When he didn’t answer immediately—or at all—she raised her gaze and asked him again with her eyes. You want to kiss me? And suddenly he realized there was nothing he wanted more.

A want that caught him like a hard knock to the jaw because it seemed so right for all the wrong reasons.

“Yeah,” he said softly, covering her hand with his. “I do. We get this out of the way now, things will be less awkward later.”

It took her a minute, but she finally nodded. And then she wet her lips. “You’re probably right. Nerves don’t make for a very convincing argument.”

“Yeah. My thinking, too.” His heart tripped faster; the way she caught her lower lip between her teeth was a dead giveaway that she’d noticed.

“So,” she began, smoothing back her hair with her free palm. “Here? Now?”

Her voice was breathless. That much helped, the fact that what they were doing wasn’t sitting any easier with her. He brought his hand up to cup her face, hoping she understood the reality of what he was facing.

And that she wasn’t two steps away from backing out.

He nodded, gave her a tight smile. “Here and now works just fine.”

She slid both hands up his chest to his neck, cradled his nape first, then the base of his skull, and lifted her face, lips parted, eyes sharp as if taking him in like she would the rules to an exam.

Or better yet. Like a freak on display behind bars.

No, he thought, shaking his head. He wasn’t going there, couldn’t afford to go there, not now. Not with Emma’s mouth inches away, his balls buzzing, and his life worth whatever they made of this night.

He lowered his head, covered her mouth, took full advantage of her lips that were yielding and accepting and so very hot when she kissed him back.

She slipped her tongue along his, played with his, tempted his, withdrew and seduced him into her mouth. Wet, wild, and wow, he mused, that same tingling sensation wrapping tight fingers around the base of his cock.

This was no kiss for show, no role for which she was practicing, no test drive of the goods. This was the real deal; he turned her and backed her into the door, held her by the waist and ground his mouth hard against hers.

She whimpered, continued to kiss him while pulling him closer. She threaded the fingers of one hand into his hair, used her palm in the small of his back to urge him to step into her body.

He did, spreading his legs open on either side of hers, dipping his hips so that there was no mistaking what it was pressed like a piston into her belly.

When she wiggled against him, he reacted like any sane man and slid his hands from her waist up her ribcage to the sides of her breasts.

He’d been right. She wasn’t wearing a bra. And she would fit him like a glove.

He palmed her nipples until they popped like gumdrops. He wanted a taste, wasn’t sure he could tear his mouth free, didn’t know if this was the time or the place to take things so far with the night that stretched ahead.

The thought returned him to the moment and the reason he was here. It wasn’t about getting laid, even if the distraction of sex did a bang up job of taking his mind off the threat to his life.

A fact that surprised him because he’d never been ruled by his dick. Though he was certain that wouldn’t have been true in this case had the woman in his arms been anyone but Emma.

He gentled the kiss, moved his hands to her shoulders, eased his mouth away. She appeared shell-shocked, much as he felt. A situation that reinforced for him that he’d been right to suggest they get this first strike out of the way.

He smiled, felt her answering one like a lead pipe to the back of his knees. Stumbling through the rest of the night wouldn’t be so bad, he supposed. He’d look the pussy-whipped part he was playing.

“Well,” she finally said, stepping around him and out of his space. “I suppose that went well.”

He nodded. Well was weak compared to what he’d been thinking. “We should go. The cab’s waiting.”

“Sure. Let me fix my lipstick, grab my bag, and I’m ready.”

Gripping the doorknob as if nothing else in the room existed, he decided it was a good thing one of them was.