Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A PERFECT MOMENT


A Perfect Moment (Perfect, #1) by Becca Lee


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“When life threatens perfect, it’s time to step up and kick life in the balls.”


Ella's perfect moment was taken from her is the worst possible way. Humiliated, heart broken and absolutely determined not to allow her heart be destroyed for a second time, she builds an ice wall around her heart.


Preston has known that he was in love his big sister's best friend since the age of fifteen. Over ten years on, and an opportunity to be her knight in shining armour is too good to miss. Putting his heart on the line, he's on a mission to show Ella that the perfect moment is possible.


Ella's instinct is to run when she realises her feelings for her bestie's little brother may just run a little bit deeper than just friends. But if she can't run, she'll try every trick in the book to shake off his affection and realign his feelings.


She already had her perfect moment, and there is no chance she'll let her heart thaw for Preston. No matter how good he looks in the firefighter's Christmas calendar.


*** Contains steamy-hot moments, romance, friendship and a bulk load of swearing - non explicit sex scenes. ***

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Spending the last few years near the Queensland coast, Becca is rarely out of the sea or off the beach. Dragging her long board with her and her overworked Kindle Fire, Becca enjoys her three addictions: reading, surfing and ogling surfers, one of whom is her husband of ten years.


She can still be found regularly on the beach with her family. Becca tends to leave the surfing to her boys; she's far too busy immersed in her own writing or, of course, with her head still buried in a new read.

Releasing this September, A Perfect Love (Perfect, #2) by Becca Lee




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Monday, July 28, 2014

BUSINESS OR PLEASURE


Blurb:


Guy Rogers is extremely attracted to his new realtor, Tom Beaudreaux. As a passionate vegetarian and animal activist, he’s ecstatic that Tom is a kindred soul. He could never be with a carnivore. 
Unfortunately, Tommy isn’t really a vegetarian or animal activist. He never said he was either, he just didn’t eat meat when he was with Guy. And maybe he emptied his house of all meat and dairy products before inviting Guy over. In fact, Tommy’s family owns the most popular barbecue restaurant in town and if his family has their way, he’ll manage the new location.
When Guy finds out that Tommy eats meat and his family owns a restaurant that is a monument to eating meat, he’s livid and doesn’t know if he wants anything else to do with Tommy.
But then Guy’s life gets crazy –his dad’s paranoia blossoms into violent dementia, he gets arrested for picketing a doggy mill, and then he winds up in even more legal trouble. When Tommy sticks by him through all his trouble and does everything he can to help him, Guy wonders if he’s been too militant and narrow-minded. Perhaps he can learn to live with people who have opposite views.


Excerpt:
Gunshots rang out as they turned onto Guy’s street.
Tommy looked at him and mouthed, “Shit! You don’t think…?”
“I hope not. I don’t know.” Guy pressed the gas pedal to the floor and the car shot forward, fish-tailing.
Tommy fisted the door, hanging on tight. “I hope we’re wrong.”
Guy’s intuition told him he wasn’t. His knuckles turned white they held the steering wheel so tightly. Unafraid for himself but scared for his dad, he pulled into his driveway and jumped out of the car, with Tommy close on his heels.
The woman next door ran outside screaming, tearing out her already tattered hair. She pointed at her front door. “Your father’s shooting up my house and is holding a gun at my dad’s head. He’s going to kill him. You’ve got to do something.”
Tommy yelled as he began dialing on his phone, “I’m calling the police.” As if on cue, police sirens blared in the distance and grew louder by the second.
“I’m going in. I have to stop him.”
“Wait for the police. Don’t put yourself in danger,” Tommy ordered forcefully.
“I have to take the chance. He could kill someone before the police get here. I can’t let that happen.” He put himself in harm’s way for animals, so certainly he could risk his life for his own father and other fellow human beings. He had no choice. It would be his fault if someone got hurt.
So he ran through the open door flailing his arms, hoping he would be in time. “Dad! It’s Guy. Don’t do anything. I’m here. You’ll be okay.”
He’ll be okay? What about me? He’s got a shotgun pointed at my head threatening to blow it off,” the elderly neighbor cried.


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Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.


She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.


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Saturday, July 26, 2014

AEONIAN KISS





AEONIAN KISS by Nicki Scalise

Revenants in Purgatory Book 2


What happens to the dead when they die? Do they go to Heaven? To Hell? On a luxury cruise?

It wasn’t a question Olivia Brennan ever thought to ask. After all, once you've been to Hell and back, how much worse can things get? Her harrowing descent has already cost her everything - her home, her career, the man she loves. But when an enemy resurfaces looking to settle a score, she learns there’s more to lose than she ever imagined.

Purgatory harbors more secrets than the depths of Hell, and Olivia has landed smack dab in the middle of their tangled web. Faced with an impossible choice, she must reach into the darkest parts of her soul for the strength she needs to save everyone she loves. But even if she succeeds, will she ever be the same again?

Maybe some questions are better left unanswered. If there’s one thing experience has taught her, it’s that the universe loves to kick her ass.
As we lay together listening to the clock tick and the deliverymen going in and out of my new place, something inside me started to hurt, too. I tried to wipe away an unexpected tear as it danced down my cheek. I'd always known I needed Devon, but until that very moment, I'd never fully understood how much he needed me in return. My heart ached thinking about the pain he must have suffered in my absence. Just imagining losing him made me want to hold on and never let go again.

Even though I was still very much in love with Drake, as I lay there with Devon, I realized there would always be a part of my heart that was his and his alone. No man would ever be able to touch it or steal it away. That part of my heart wished we were more than friends. The little part knew we were perfect for each other and hated any woman he was with because she wasn't me. That part of me knew — with one hundred percent certainty — that in another life, there would be more to us than just a platonic love. 

I believe sometimes it's possible to have a relationship with someone that transcends being friends or lovers. It's something more tangible, and only the two people in that relationship understand it, yet neither could ever explain it to an outsider. It's the very definition of beauty and peace.
 
It was him.
It was me.
It was us.
He was my Devon and I was his Olivia. He was my butt munch. I was his dork face. He was the love of my other life, and I, the love of his.





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Friday, July 25, 2014

EMPOWER ME


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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

ADELLE'S TIME



Adelle’s Time
Synopsis –

Adelle is back!


After a year of recovery from her ill-fated romance with Theo (see Moria’s Time), and thinking about her future, Adelle returns to London, still intent on marrying a duke ...with a carefully thought out plan.

First, she needs a companion to help her, and hires Lady Deanna. Together, they take London’s social elite by storm with the dramatic introduction of Adelle’s alter ego, ‘Lady Mysterious’. At first it seems Lord Grenfell, and then Lord Hastings, may take the bait, but then, being ‘Lady Mysterious’ proves to be too dangerous. Realizing the price she’d pay if caught and exposed, she abandons her plan.

Instead, she enlists the aid of her Uncle Sinjin, the Duke of Devonwood, to open doors for her. At Lord Pearson’s ball, the host shuns her, but his son, Walter, finds the American farmer’s daughter entrancing.

Theo, conscripted into the Royal Navy and exiled to Australia, returns to London.Convinced the Grayson family caused his being inducted into the navy, and now a destitute and desperate deserter, he plans his revenge on the Duke of Devonwood and his brother, Adelle’s father.

After jumping ship in Istanbul, the formerly pompous youth, now transformed into a dangerous, hardened man, cons his way home, and stalks the family while learning to use a gun. Adding burglar and murderer to his resume, he realizes the error of his ways and flees. The family hopes he’s gone for good.

After a double wedding with Moria and Simon, Walter and Adelle, with the support of their families, devote their lives to children—their own, and many London orphans.

Along the way, Adelle learns about love: the love of her family, of Walter, and of many other people in her life. It changes her in ways she could never have imagined.

“... now there doth remain faith, hope, love – these three; and the greatest of these is love.”

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Adelle’s Time - Interview with Walter and Simon – Part 1

Dayna:  Good morning all.  I’m here at the LeDuc Farm in Lake Galloway, New Hampshire.  It’s early May and the family has gathered for the twins – Moria and Adelle - birthday.  The weather is a little dark and dreary but I’m told that’s often the case at this time of year.  Winter is over, but summer hasn’t arrived yet.  We’re in the family's parlor, where it’s nice and warm.  A wonderfully comfortable chair, close to the roaring fire is so cozy.  What's better, though is I have two very handsome young men as companions.  Walter Pearson and Simon Hensley, thank you for taking the time to sit and chat with me, but where are your wives?

Walter: Good day to you, Miss Dayna.  My wife, Adelle, and her companion, Deanna, are with Moria and Janelle at the opening of a new store in Galloway.  Previous to this store opening, shopping meant a long trip to Concord or even further to Manchester.  Portsmouth, in the opposite direction, is a long trip, too.  But, now they have this little store that provides many of the basic necessities.  The ladies are quite excited.

Simon:  I’m pleased to meet you, too, Miss Dayna.  You’re right.  This area is certainly rural - nothing at all like London.  If you can’t find what you’re looking for in London, you don’t want it or need it.

Dayna:  Oh, I just love your accents!  *sigh* We have some time while the ladies shop, eh?  Which one of you would be the first to tell the readers about yourself?

Walter:  I’ll start.  What would you like to know?

Dayna:  *smiles*  Oh, paint a picture.  Describe yourself.  Think of all the pretty ladies who’ll be reading this ...

Walter:  *raises eyebrow*  Oh my.  Well, I’ll think of the pretty ladies, but I must remind you I’m a happily married man.  *smiles*  Let’s see.  I’m almost 30-years old, about 6’ tall, weigh around 175 pounds, I have short, wavy brown hair, green eyes ...

Simon:  And a pedigree as long as your arm.  He’s the Earl of Wynbridge and the future Duke of Buckston.

Walter:  Yes, there is that.  I try not to think about it.

Dayna:  What’s this?

Walter:  Well ...  You know what?  Simon, why don’t you take a shot at describing yourself ... for the ladies, of course.  *smiles*

Simon:  Of course.  Let’s see.  I’m 5’9” tall, weigh 155 pounds, I have kinda longish, brown hair, and blue eyes.

Dayna:  ‘Kinda longish’?

Simon:  Right.  That comes with not having the time to see a barber on a regular basis. *laughs*  I usually look like I slept in my clothes because I often do.  I’m a doctor.

Dayna:  But no pedigree?

Simon:  No pedigree.  Like my brother before me, I scratched out a living while working long hours in a pub AND in a doctor’s office while going to medical school and still had barely had enough to live on.  What saved me was I lived with my brother who had, by then, started his medical practice in Knightsbridge.  When I graduated, I joined him in his practice and continued to live with him in a flat over our practice until I married Moria.

Walter:  I had tutors most of my life, until I went to the university.  I’m finding out now what ‘work’ is all about through Adelle.  Her orphanage project is keeping us both quite busy.

Dayna: Simon, what did you do for fun when you were a boy?

Simon: *rolling eyes*  Fun?  Hmm.  My brother and I played with the other boys in the village.  We played catch, tag, hopscotch, or with marbles or hoops.  Mostly, though,  we played in the street.  Sometimes, we hiked a bit to a forest owned by Lord Burke, the wealthiest man in the village.  We knew if we got caught there, we’d get in trouble.  But the danger involved, the maybe getting caught, was quite an attraction.

Dayna: It sounds like you kept yourself busy.

Simon: Actually, I didn’t always go with my brother.  I liked to read, especially when I got older.  The games my brother played didn’t hold my interest as well as books could.

Dayna: Ah.  What books did you read?  Do you remember any of the titles?

Simon: With little money, it was hard to find books, but there was an old man who lived down the road who had lots of books. Most of the boys were afraid of him, but his books entranced me.  He saw my interest in them and let me read whatever I wanted in exchange my helping him a bit around the house.  He was getting on in years and had a hard time of it sometimes. Titles? The ones that stick in my mind are, The Swiss Family Robinson, Ivanhoe, The Wizard and the Sword, and my favorite, Frankenstein.  I think Frankenstein was, in a strange way, behind my wanting to be a doctor although everyone thinks it’s because of my brother.

Dayna: Those titles ... classics, indeed.  *pause*  Walter? Same question.  What did you do for fun when you were young?

Walter:  Well, as an only child on a rural estate, my ‘fun’ options were surprisingly limited.  Oh, I got into mischief as a child, usually when I eluded my governess and escaped the house to meet the other children on the estate.  Those were the best times, although I paid dearly.  Most of my time was with Miss Genevieve, and, later, with my tutors.  As a future duke, I had to learn a great deal – both educational and practical.  I had tutors, of course, and my parents made sure I became the model peer.  I never gave it a thought then, only that it was expected of me.  *shaking head*   Oh, it wasn't as bad as I'm making it sound.  Looking back, there were fun times – the hunts my parents hosted ... I love horses, after all ... and, later, the parties and balls.  I loved the ladies, *smiles* and they loved me.  Then, along came Adelle.  She changed everything.

Dayna: *lots of noise from the kitchen*  Oh, I hear the ladies have returned.  We’ll have to stop now and pick up the chat another time.  I’ll see you then.

Adelle’s Time - Interview with Walter and Simon – Part 2

Dayna:  Good afternoon, Walter, Simon. Nice to see you again.

Simon:  Likewise.

Walter:  My pleasure.

Dayna: From what I understand, the ladies have gone to visit Camryn, Richard’s sister-in-law, at
Englica, so we have a little time. Today, I’d like to talk about how you met your wives. Who wants to go first?

Simon:  I’ll go first. It’s really rather simple. We met at work. I volunteered with the Sisters of Saint Catherine, in their charity hospital in London’s East End. One day, Miss Nightingale ...

Dayna:  Wait a minute! Florence Nightingale?

Simon: *smiles* One and the same. She arrived at the hospital with this diminutive woman to work with us for a while. When Sister Margaret brought Moria to my office saying Mother Bertrice had assigned her to me, I had serious misgivings about her ability to handle the work load. It didn’t take long to realize she’d do just fine. I called her a ‘little tornado.’ *chuckles*

Dayna:  So, when did you know she was ‘the one’?

Simon:  *sighs* I think I fell in love with her that first day, but didn’t realize it until, several months later, when she told me she was leaving. I’d known, of course, she’d be leaving with Miss Nightingale for Turkey but when she told me she was leaving, the reality of it hit me. I knew then I was losing something special that I didn't want to lose. A couple of months later, I followed her to the field hospital in Scutari, but my doing so upset her greatly.

Dayna: Why would that upset her? Most women would be more than pleased to have a man follow her as you did, especially into a war zone. This was no picnic for either of you, or any of the others, working in a field hospital.

Simon: You’re right on that point. Up to then, we’d been friends, in her mind – and in mine, too, I suppose - but by following her, I substantially changed our relationship. She couldn’t accept it. The simple fact of my being a man was an unacceptable threat to her future. Then, one day, several months later, we were friends again ... actually more than friends. *chuckles*

Dayna:  Just like that?

Simon:  Well, no. It seemed like it to me, but she’d done a lot of soul-searching and discovered her attitude toward men in general had been influenced by her mentor/protégée relationship with Elizabeth Blackwell. Men, or, more accurately, the male establishment, had thwarted Miss Blackwell at every turn as she strove to become the first female M.D. in the United States. Realizing that negative influence, Moria concluded we could, in fact, have a normal relationship, albeit platonic. When the war was over and we returned to London, and then Devonwood, Moria's grandmother showed her we could work together, not only in our work, but in marriage. I asked her to marry me that day, and soon after, we were married.

Dayna: *smiling* So, love conquers all.

Simon: So it seems.

Dayna:  Walter, I’ve seen the various emotions on your face while Simon told his story. Would you like to tell us how you met Adelle?

Walter: Of course. The basic facts are she was a guest at a ball at our London home, attending with her aunt and uncle, the Duke and Duchess of Devonwood. My father, a long-time friend of the duke, assigned me the then-odious task of seeing to it she had a good time that evening. I would have much preferred to spend time with ladies of my acquaintance - certainly, not just one, and American farmer’s daughter, at that. But, by the end of the evening, well, Adelle was like a breath of fresh air, not at all like the vapid ladies of the ton. It was a stormy relationship at first, but she settled down once she was sure of herself and of me. She was finally convinced I wasn’t being just the solicitous gentleman, assigned by his father to make sure she enjoyed herself. Once I got to know her a bit, I really liked her. She’s a changed a lot from the spoiled, self-centered girl of her youth, for all she was living on her own in London at the time. The maturity becomes her. Early on, she wasn't at all interested in having children. But, she changed her mind, and now, she’s a wonderful mother to our children.

Dayna:  I’ve heard she’s working with orphans.

Walter:  That’s right. Actually, we both are. She’d volunteered at a local orphanage near her home as a teen and beyond. Because of that, she wanted to work with an orphanage in England, but her reason wasn't so much about the orphans as it was her own selfishness. She felt she could earn the acceptance ofLondon's high society by doing as they do - supporting some sort of charitable organization.Because of her background with orphans, she was looking for an orphanage to support, when her friends told her to get out of London for the summer, citing the heat and disease. She realized then she wanted to give the orphans the same option. Her family, led by her uncle, the duke, took her cause to heart, to the point where we had to suggest they get their own cause. It’s worked out very well. Her family supports the orphanage in Melton Mowbray, even building a new residence on the family estate. We’ve built a residence on my Wynbridge property and host London orphans for extended periods during the summer. This not only gives the children a chance to escape London for a few weeks, but the orphanages get a
chance to clean and upgrade their facilities while the children are gone.

Dayna:  A win-win situation.

Walter:  Definitely. By the end of the summer, Adelle no longer cared if the aristocracy, except for me, of course, accepted her. She wasn't even concerned that my parents, specifically my father, didn't like her, or our relationship. She was so much more secure in her own self-worth she no longer needed others to help her with that.

Dayna: Quickly now, as we’re running out of time, Simon ... the future?

Simon: Moria and I are involved in a special project where we’ve put our charity hospital and war-time medical experience to work. Our commitment to this project is open-ended and could go on for many years. We’re busy and happy.

Dayna:  We’ll have to talk about that another time. Walter?

Walter: Things are going well; our family is growing but Adelle, with her companion, Deanna, and our staff, are taking it all in stride. Adelle runs the house, and we both work at our residence. Eventually, I’ll inherit Buckston, and we’ll have to adjust to that, but we, too, are busy and happy.

Dayna:  That's great. *sighs* Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure talking with you. It’s wonderful that the two of you, from such different backgrounds, get along so well, and it’s very clear you both love your wives very much. Perhaps we can talk again sometime.

Simon:  I'd like that very much.

Walter:  Same here. Let us know.

Dayna:  Good! We’ll keep in touch.



BIO – Dayna Leigh Cheser 5/5/2014

Dayna Leigh Cheser hails from a family of writers; her mother, a non-fiction writer, and her brothers, a newspaperman, and a copywriter.

In school, she often wrote short stories to entertain her classmates, and the occasional teacher who intercepted one. This influenced one English teacher to modify her curriculum to include short story writing.

Term papers prepared Ms. Cheser for the rigors of being an author – the research and writing creativity necessary for a paper gave her a good basis for a writing career upon which to build. She’s found that researching historical facts and people to weave into her stories is an exciting and important part of the process.

While she has many passions, her first love has always been books, which evolved into writing. Much of her young life was spent in the town library, and her parents despaired her being an under-the-covers-at-night-with-a-flashlight reader.

A casual writer since childhood, it wasn’t until 2002 that she was driven to finally write a book. On a ‘graveyard shift’ shift for eighteen months, she had the time to write for several hours every night. The result was her first book. Today, with three books published and two more in the series due out soon, she’s busy all the time.

Her life before her retirement didn’t allow the time required to be a professional writer. Since retiring, however, she’s loved the time she now has to write to her heart’s content. Readers enjoy Ms. Cheser’s books because they are great stories, with by well-developed characters. Not a ‘formula writer’, when she writes, the story is free to progress as it will, then she works with it until it becomes a reality.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

DEADLY BETRAYAL


DEADLY BETRAYAL (Deadly Vices, Book Three)


By
Kristine Cayne


Release Date: July 21, 2014


An Afghan woman’s rights activist with a dark secret.


Azita Seraj, doctor and women’s rights activist in Afghanistan, is horrified to learn that her late husband’s brother, Khalid Mullazai, is giving his eleven-year-old niece to a militant warlord. Desperate to save the girl, she reaches out to the only hope she has: an American soldier she treated several years earlier for a near-fatal gunshot wound. A wound he received in an ambush she’d unwittingly initiated. Can she enlist his aid and still keep secret her betrayal?


An American soldier searching for answers.


Kaden Christiansen never forgot the beautiful Afghan doctor who saved his life, and when he receives her cry for help, he doesn’t hesitate. He relishes the opportunity to see Azita again, and being in-country will give him a chance to hunt down the person responsible for the ambush that left one of his men dead.


A deadly conspiracy that threatens them both...


Pursued by Mullazai and the warlord’s fighters as they travel across the country disguised and posing as a married couple, Kaden and Azita begin to fall for their own act and for each other. But Kaden senses that Azita is holding back. Is the reason their cultural differences, or something darker?


Prologue



Two years ago
Afghanistan, on the outskirts of Kabul


“Suck it up, guys!” Staff Sergeant Kaden Christiansen called to his men as they hopped out of the jeep grumbling. In an hour, the sun would be setting over Kabul, but the temperature was still flirting with ninety-five. Heat shimmered in the dust rising off the dirt road and sweat dripped down Kaden’s back under his type IV personal body armor, the highest level of protection offered by the good old U. S. of A.
As Delta Force operators, Kaden and his men usually strove to blend in with the locals. Today, however, at Captain Hainey’s insistence, they’d forgone the traditional Afghan white top and loose pants known as shalwar kameez] and were wearing the standard digital camo, boots, and helmets favored by American troops. They looked military, but there wasn’t an insignia or nametag in sight.
Their orders today were to babysit a medicine-for-information exchange. Kaden didn’t understand why the fuck the captain needed a Delta Force unit to oversee an op a team of grunts could easily handle. Talk about overkill.
But orders were orders.
Kaden quickly assigned tasks. “Hoffman and Sanchez, take point. Cooper and Lynch, you’ve got rear guard. Reynard, you carry the meds.”
Jake Reynard, the unit’s newest member, shot him a dirty look. “When you gonna stop hiding me under your wing, Sergeant?”
“When I know for sure you can fly.” Kaden tapped the kid on the back of the head. Jake was twenty-three, the same age Kaden’s little brother Thomas would have been now. A pang spiked him in the chest. “Stay close,” he said, his voice gruff with regret.
Hefting the crate onto his shoulders, Jake rolled his eyes. “You got it, Sergeant.” Jake’s coloring was similar to Thomas’s, and when he made a face the way he’d just done, the resemblance to his brother was striking. More than that, there was a hollowness in Jake’s eyes, the same one Thomas had had after… Yeah. Every time Kaden saw it, it killed him.
Shaking off the memories, Kaden ordered his team forward. In formation, they tramped through the pitted streets of Kabul’s Old City district until they reached the designated drop location. They were meeting up with a warlord named Rashid Abdullah. The man would give them some credible intel on the Taliban, and in return, he’d receive the crate of medicines for his village. The medicine was the only reason Kaden hadn’t made more of a stink with the captain. Well, that and the fact that as a rule, Kaden trusted the man and followed his orders.
When they arrived, Kaden took in the sad scene before him. This neighborhood had suffered; the devastation spanned nearly an entire block, every building leveled. Mud bricks mixed with scraps of clothing, broken dishes, shattered furniture, and rusty brown spots he was sure were the bloody remnants of a Taliban attack during the previous year. He surveyed the surrounding buildings, and his neck began to prickle.
Fuck.
“Eyes open, men,” he ordered.
“Something wrong, Sergeant?” Hoffman asked from his position several yards ahead.
“Nothing I can put my finger on.”
Sanchez shuddered. “Place gives me the fucking creeps.”
There was movement up ahead behind a mound of rubble. The warlord and his men. “Let’s get this over with,” Kaden said. Hitching up his weapon, he began to walk.
The men stayed in formation, providing three-hundred-and-sixty degree cover to their unit. Kaden loved how in sync they were. A well-oiled killing machine, all of them topnotch marksmen. He’d never had a better bunch of guys under his command. Twenty feet from the warlord and his fighters, Kaden gave the order to halt.
“Confirm the deal,” he said to Jake.
“What do you have for us?” Jake asked in perfect Pashto. How the guy had earned his language skills was a story in and of itself. He’d passed all the psychological and physical tests the Delta Force recruiters had thrown at him, but what Jake had been through in the year before becoming an operator would have broken most other men.
Rashid Abdullah shook his head. “Show me the goods first.”
Jake translated for Kaden. Although his Pashto wasn’t as good as Jake’s, Kaden understood the warlord’s rudimentary request. Pretending ignorance was part of the act. It gave Kaden a chance to think before answering, and it always put the other man at ease, made him feel in control.
“Tell him no. He gives us the intel or we leave.”
Jake relayed the message. The warlord’s face darkened and he took several steps closer, his fighters all tightening their grips on their weapons. Sanchez and Hoffman did the same, pointing their MP5s at the warlord’s chest. The man froze and raised his hands. Then he called one of his men forward. The fighter approached, carrying a duffel bag, which he set on the ground midway between Jake and the warlord. The warlord pointed to the bag. “It’s all in there. Just as the captain asked.”
Simultaneously, Kaden’s entire unit took several large steps back. What the fuck was in the bag? Kaden’s neck prickled so much, burrs might as well have been under his armor. They were supposed to receive verbal intelligence, not a bag of God knew what. Did the warlord plan on becoming become a martyr today?
Jake cut Kaden a questioning glance, one he didn’t know how to answer. Deliver the meds, or listen to his instincts? His gut screamed that they needed to haul ass and get the fuck out of there.
Something glinted on the roof of a decrepit three-story two-hundred-and-fifty yards away, and adrenaline flooded Kaden’s system. Shielding his eyes from the setting sun, he spotted the source: sunlight bouncing off a rifle’s scope.
I fucking knew it. “Down. Get down!” he shouted as he dove at Jake.
Everything slowed, milliseconds stretching into minutes. He heard the crack of a bullet as he lunged into the air. He didn’t know where the bullet was headed, but he knew one thing: he wouldn’t let it hit Jake.
Something stabbed him under the arm and seared through his chest. He collided with Jake, sending them both to the ground. The crate fell from Jake’s arms and the contents spilled out. Not meds at all.
M16s, dozens of them.
Kaden lay face first on the ground, amid an eruption of chaos. He tried to focus, but the shouts of his men and their frantic movements faded and dimmed. Dirt clogged his nose and mouth, every breath pure agony.
Goddamn it. He was going to die for a fucking crate of guns.
“Sergeant, you hit?” Jake crawled out from under him and flipped him onto his back. “Oh shit, oh shit! Jesus. Fuck. Blood’s coming out of his mouth.”
The men closed ranks around them, raining a hail of gunfire on their enemies as Kaden gasped for air. There was a scream, and then a patch of sky came into view where Sanchez had been. Something warm and wet splattered across Kaden’s face.
“Sanchez!” Jake shouted.
Kaden tried to clear the dust and stickiness out of his eyes. He had to get up, protect his men. Protect Jake. But his body was dead weight.
The sniper, he had to tell them about the sniper.
Jake started arguing with someone female, a voice Kaden didn’t recognize. Was he speaking Dari? Kaden’s head spun and spots dotted his vision. He tried to blink them away. Who put the fucking elephant on his chest?
A face appeared in his fading vision. A beautiful woman with eyes like the bluest sky and lips red as rubies. “Am I dead?” he asked her.
Concern in her eyes, she touched his face. Was she an angel? Christ, he hoped so. But with his luck, she was probably the devil in disguise.




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When Rémi Whitedeer and Alyssa Morgan uncover a drug-fueled scheme on the Blackriver Reserve—a scheme involving a biker gang from Alyssa’s past and a militant sovereigntist group led by Rémi’s cousin—Rémi must choose between loyalty to family and tribe or his growing love for Alyssa. Will Rémi and Alyssa have to leave everything behind—even their identities—for the chance at a future together?


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Author bio
Award-winning author Kristine Cayne is fascinated by the mysteries of human psychology—twisted secrets, deep-seated beliefs, out-of-control desires. Add in high-stakes scenarios and real-world villains, and you have a story worth writing, and reading.


Kristine’s heroes and heroines are pitted against each other by their radically opposing life experiences. By overcoming their differences and finding common ground, they triumph over their enemies and find true happiness in each other’s arms.


Today she lives in the Pacific Northwest, thriving on the mix of cultures, languages, religions and ideologies. When she’s not writing, she’s people-watching, imagining entire life stories, and inventing all sorts of danger for the unsuspecting heroes and heroines who cross her path.

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