In a situation this volatile, something is bound to blow!
Three. . .
T-FLAC operative Asher Daklin is running out of time in his race to end the production and sale of the word's most deadly explosive before a cataclysmic terrorist event occurs. This op isn't just his last chance at redemption, it’s deeply personal. Because of him, E-1x took his brother’s life and nearly incapacitated him. Now, with the timer counting down the remaining hours, he has to go deep under cover at the home of the mastermind producing the deadly explosive and stop him. Daklin can't allow anything, or anyone, to distract him from his mission.
Two…
Lingerie designer River Sullivan is on a mission of her own—to find her genius brother. When millions of dollars are inexplicably wired to her account she knows he's trouble. Traveling to the small mining town of Los Santos, situated in the mountainous jungles of Cosio, she accepts the hospitality of her brother’s employer and searches for clues as to Oliver whereabouts. If only she wasn’t overcome with inappropriate lust for one of the other houseguests- a gorgeous bishop with a warriors body and laser-sharp eyes that hint at deep, dark secrets.
One!
River and Daklin find themselves in a race against time, hampered by staggering odds and overwhelming desire. Daklin has one final, desperate chance to prove himself, keep River safe, and save the day. . .
"Ash? I--I'm in a shitload of trouble."
Holding the cell phone to his ear, gritting his teeth
against knifelike stabs biting along the nerves of his shattered tibia, T-FLAC
operative Asher Daklin flung his bum leg off the coffee table. He'd never heard
that tone in his brother's voice, and he went from stupor to full alert as his
defense physiology kicked into high gear. As it did when he defused an
explosive, his pulse slowed and his focus became pinpoint.
Hyper-alert, his voice calm and even, he speed-limped to the
front door. "Where are you?" Swinging his coat over his bare chest,
he shoved his Glock 41 Gen 5 in the back
of his sweatpants, then thought better of it and stuck it one of his
jacket pockets. "How bad?"
By habit, his earpiece was in the bowl beside a full clip
and his keys. He inserted the earpiece, then slipped the phone and clip into
his other pocket. "Let me speak to your CO." Like himself, Josh was
an operative, though still a rookie, with barely a year in the field.
"I'm solo on this."
Fuckit. A "shitload of trouble" could mean damn
near anything when out in the field. Especially unsupervised. His brother could
be anywhere.
Cherry's Bio and Links:
New
York Times/USAToday Bestselling author Cherry Adair’s innovative
action-adventure novels have appeared on numerous bestsellers lists, won dozens
of awards and garnered praise from reviewers and fans alike. With the
creation of her kick butt counterterrorist group, T-FLAC, years before action
adventure romances were popular, Cherry has carved a niche for herself with her
sexy, sassy, fast-paced, action adventure novels. She hates first drafts,
has a passion for mentoring unpublished writers, and is hard at work on a new
T-FLAC trilogy. Cherry loves to hear from readers, visit her on Facebook,
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