The Darkest Corner (Gravediggers Book 1)

The Darkest Corner (Gravediggers Book 1) by [Hart, Liliana]THE DARKEST CORNER

The Gravediggers Series, Book One

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Liliana Hart

Pocket Books

Publication Date: May 23, 2017

 


 

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Liliana Hart’s first book in her sexy, suspenseful Gravediggers series, THE DARKEST CORNER, features an elite group of mysterious men who might be dead to the world, but are also tasked with saving it—and no one can ever know.

 The Gravediggers aren’t exactly what they seem. They’re the most elite of the world’s fighting forces—and all they have in common is that they’ve been betrayed by the countries they’ve died for. Because they are dead. To their country, their military, and their families.

 Sometimes the dead do rise…

 Deacon Tucker is a dead man walking. A former black ops agent, he was disavowed and stripped of all honor before being recruited as a Gravedigger. But his honor and good name no longer matter, because no one knows he’s alive, and he’ll never get the recognition he deserves. His mission is simple: save the world or die trying. And for God’s sake, don’t ever fall in love. That’s a rule punishable by death. The kind of death a man can’t be brought back from.

 Tess Sherman is the only mortician in Last Stop, Texas. She has no idea how Deacon Tucker ended up in her funeral home, but she’ll eat her hat if he’s only a funeral home assistant. Deacon is dangerous, deadly, and drop-dead gorgeous. And she knows her attraction to him can only end in heartache.

 Deacon is on a mission to stop the most deadly terror attack the world has ever known—what’s known as The Day of Destiny—a terrorist’s perfect day. But when he discovers Tess has skills he can use to stop them, he has to decide if he can trust her with secrets worth dying for. And most important, he has to decide if he can trust her with his heart.

In the event, you were pondering what your next book you ought to peruse. At that point, I have a book for you. It’s Liliana Hart most recent book. Book one in her new series The Gravediggers. Not to give a ton away, in light, of the fact that I am infatuated with this book and can’t what to peruse the other titles. The principal book The Darkest Corner began on a high note. These men are utilized to give it their everything, except now they are put under a magnifying glass when to their nation, their military and even they’re families accept they’re dead. Some approve of their new life, however, others not really. The Darkest Corner was a quick paced, very much created story with intriguing characters. This is one book and possibly the whole series that I may…. could read again and again.

I will recommend this book for all reader enthusiast who loves dark romances with a load of drama and mystery.

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The Darkest Corner

CHAPTER ONE

The Darkest Corner (Gravediggers Book 1) by [Hart, Liliana]

ISBN: 9781501150036

Price: $7.99 Paperback

There was something about the time between three and four o’clock in the morning. When people with good intentions were tucked safely into their beds. When those without them crept into the alleyways like rats. And when warriors got shit done.

For Deacon Tucker, that meant it was time to get dirty.

The rain slapped against Deacon’s face like tiny daggers. Lightning flashed—followed by sharp cracks of thunder—and the smell of ozone, wet dirt, and urgency lay heavy.

Deacon pushed his shovel deeper into the soggy ground, the muscles in his back straining as he lifted a mound of dirt and tossed it onto a pile over his shoulder. The four other members of his team did the same, each one stripped down to nothing but black cargo pants and combat boots, covered in a thick layer of mud. They worked in silence, an unspoken communication and familiarity between them.

The cemetery was old. It was a place where the oldest headstones told stories and the newer ones told a person’s worth. It was where generations of those who shared blood now rested—a place for the elderly who had lived long and full lives and the young who had been taken too soon.

Heavy iron gates closed it off from the public after dark, and towering oaks had been planted in rows some hundred years earlier. Gnarled roots made the ground uneven, cracking the drive that snaked between the rows of headstones.

They worked by flashes of lightning and the sliver of moon that peeked around thunderheads. Everything was cast in shades of gray—from the pale marble of the headstones to the silver shimmer of water droplets as they collected on leaves and rained down on them. Black trunks speared menacingly from the ground—the branches creeping over them like bony arms.

The clank of metal on something solid made Deacon stop and look up at his brother in arms.

“I’ve got something,” Axel said, letting his native Australian accent slip through. He pounded the tip of his shovel a couple of times against the top of the coffin.

Deacon nodded. “Let’s get him uncovered. He’s been here two days already. He doesn’t have much longer. Grab the chains,” he instructed Colin.

Deacon returned to the task at hand, doubling his efforts to clear the mud and water rapidly filling the hole. It was fortunate the casket was waterproof and had a rubberized seal around the lid. The rain had come steady for more than twenty-four hours, and changed their original timeline of removing Levi Wolffe from the ground the night before.

A man’s life was at stake, and Wolffe had already been through more than most. It was going to be traumatic enough for him to wake up in a different country, surrounded by faces he’d never seen before, and unsure whether he’d been captured by the enemy. Fishing through the lies to get to the truth would take time.

Deacon knew exactly how Levi Wolffe was going to feel.

“Fuck me, this is a never-ending battle,” Axel complained. “There’s no way we’re digging this thing all the way out of the muck.”

“All we’ve got to do is uncover the handles on the sides,” Deacon said. “We’ll let the Bobcat do the rest.”

“Got it, mate.” Axel tossed his shovel out of the hole. “Give me a boost, will you?”

Deacon steepled his fingers together to make a sling and braced himself against the casket so he wouldn’t slip. They were close to four feet down into the hole, but with the rain and mud, getting out wasn’t going to be easy. Axel put his hand on Deacon’s shoulder and his foot in the sling, and then grabbed for Dante’s hand as he was boosted up.

The casket was an upper-end model—they had to be, for what they were used for—made of glossy oak and brass. Colin tossed Axel the chains, and he looped them through the handles on each side, using a carabiner to hold them together.

“Elias is ready to roll with the Bobcat,” Axel called out, extending his arm to help Deacon out of the hole.

Deacon was two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle and a couple of inches over six feet. His boots and knees couldn’t find purchase in the mud, and his grasp of Axel’s hand was slipping. He finally grasped Axel’s arm with both hands, hoisted his feet onto the coffin, and used his legs to push off, launching himself out of the grave.

Axel moved out of the way at the last second, and Deacon flew right into the pile of mud they’d dug up. He heard the snickers from Dante and Colin and took a fistful of mud in each hand as he got to his feet, launching it at them in quick succession. Elias’s howls of laughter could be heard from inside the Bobcat.

“They’ll both be out for vengeance now,” Axel said, lips twitching in as close to a smile as he ever gave.

“I hope so,” Deacon said. “I’d hate for things to get boring around the office.”

The rain was coming down hard enough to rinse some of the mud from his torso, and he lifted his face to the sky to wash it from his cheeks. The thong tying his hair back had come loose and dark strands clung to his face. Thoughts of a hot shower and a beer were becoming a priority. Right after getting Levi Wolffe out of the ground.

“It was my understanding that Winter wasn’t bringing any more of us in,” Dante said as they hooked up the chains to the Bobcat and moved back out of the way. His accent was English, but he had the Italian genetics of his namesake. Dante was as refined and suave as any man Deacon had ever known. His clothes were always tailored, his haircuts expensive, and his knowledge of the finer things in life unparalleled. Standing in the pouring rain, covered in mud, was probably grating on him immensely.

“That’s what she said, but who the hell knows what her plans are.” Deacon had been wondering the same thing. “She only tells us what she thinks we need to know.”

“Which isn’t a bloody thing,” Dante said.

It was a sore spot for certain. Deacon had served his country for most of his life. He’d been recruited by the CIA during his third year of college, the high scores on his aptitude tests and his skills for languages having alerted interested parties. His course in life had been clear from the moment that recruiter had left him. He’d gone on to get a master’s degree and the necessary field training, which he’d also shown an exceptional aptitude for. In twelve years of covert ops, he’d never had a sleepless night after completing a mission. He’d gotten the job done. Until Eve Winter had gotten ahold of him, and everything he’d thought he’d been fighting for was turned on its head.

He didn’t like being kept in the dark. He understood the hierarchy of a rank structure and the necessity of secrets. You couldn’t survive in the CIA without that understanding. But his handler had once told him, “Rules are for the obedience of fools and the guidance of wise men.” Deacon had never been a fool.

Eve Winter had saved him, and for that he was grateful. He’d never be anyone’s pawn again. But here he stood, in a cemetery in the middle of the night, digging up a man who was about to have his entire life turned upside down.

Elias reversed the Bobcat, and mud spewed beneath the wheels as the chains drew taut. Inch by inch the casket was dragged out of the grave. The rain was relentless, the thunder a continuous rumbling growl. And the men stood in the middle of it, like marionettes on a string, doing the bidding of people who sat warm and comfortable and safe in their homes.

Once the casket was free and the chains unhooked, Deacon, Axel, Colin, and Dante got two to each side and lifted. Their boots slurped and sludged as they made their way to the black panel van that was owned by the Last Stop Funeral Home. A magnetic cling with the funeral home logo was attached to each side of the van.

The whole setup was bizarre, and Deacon had wondered more than once if he really was dead, only to be caught in limbo between one world and the next. But several years had passed since his own revival, so he guessed he was here to stay.

Until The Directors decided he wasn’t.

They slid the casket in the back of the van and slammed the doors shut.

“Poor bastard,” Colin lamented, shaking his head hard enough that water droplets flew into the air. “He has no clue what he’s about to get into. That the life he knew is over.”

“Dead men don’t talk,” Deacon said.

“Yet here we are.” The anger in Colin’s face was palpable. His eyes blazed with hatred for the government machine that had confined him.

“Save your anger, Col,” Axel said. “What’s done is done. It’ll get easier over time.”

“Is that what you tell yourself as you watch your wife from afar? As you wait for her to find someone new to take your place?”

“Enough, Colin,” Deacon said. “We all do what we have to do to cope. Our only focus right now should be getting this poor bastard back to headquarters.”

Elias used the Bobcat to push dirt back into the hole, and the others tossed their shovels and other equipment into the back of the van. The burial site for The Gravediggers was at the far corner of the cemetery, next to a thick copse of trees and two plots of unmarked headstones where paupers had been buried more than a century before.

The Shadow crew would send a team to make the area look untouched. By the time they were finished, sod would have been laid and all traces of mud tracks would be gone. They specialized in cleanup. The Shadow was never seen. They did the work and provided the resources for The Gravediggers. The Gravediggers couldn’t do their jobs without The Shadow.

Colin and Dante climbed in back with the casket and closed the doors from the inside. Deacon took his place behind the wheel and Axel got in beside him. Elias drove ahead of them in the Bobcat, returning it to the storage shed where they kept the lawnmowers and other cemetery equipment.

Deacon backed the van around the curve and then put it in gear, navigating his way out of the twisting turns of the cemetery. He idled behind the menacing, black iron gate, waiting for Elias to open it once he parked the Bobcat.

“As soon as we drop the new guy, I’m heading home for eight hours of uninterrupted sleep,” Colin said.

“We’ve got a ten o’clock briefing,” Axel told him.

“This is how many fucks I give,” Colin said, his hand popping between the space of the driver and passenger seats, his thumb and forefinger pressed together. “What’s she going to do? Kill me? Oh, wait. I’m already dead.”

Deacon exchanged a concerned look with Axel. Colin was the newest recruit, but he wasn’t adjusting like the rest of them had. His anger was manifesting, and his attitude was deteriorating. Not qualities Deacon wanted to see in a man who was supposed to watch his back.

“I can’t be the only one who’s tired of being dicked around by that frigid bitch,” Colin pressed on. “Does Eve Winter have your balls in such a stronghold that you’ll listen to her lip service without question?”

Axel’s eyes hardened. “There’s a chain of command, mate. We’ve all been in the game long enough to know it. We’re here for a purpose.”

“Except it’s not my country I’m fighting for,” Colin said. “Just like you’re not fighting for yours. We’re all goddamned traitors.”

“Bullshit,” Deacon snapped, his temper finally pushed too far. “We’re fighting for every country. There are times to ask questions, once you know the right questions to ask. But foaming at the mouth because shit isn’t the way it always was doesn’t do a damned bit of good for anyone. Be smart, Col. If you think Winter won’t cut you off at the knees and bury you alive, you’re mistaken.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re the golden boy. The first that was handpicked. And you know The Directors personally. You have a voice.”

Deacon rolled his eyes inwardly. That was an illusion, but one that he had no intention of disputing, for the innate sense of power and authority it gave him among the other men. The Directors thought he was as dead as the president and the director of the CIA did. Eve Winter might report to The Directors, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have her own cards up her sleeve. Deacon also knew the fact that everyone but Eve Winter thought he was dead made him very, very expendable.

Elias hopped in the back and slammed the door, and Deacon took off. The tension in the van was thick enough to choke on, and it seemed everyone would be better off with a little bit of sleep and space.

The cemetery they used as an extraction point was a good twenty-minute drive from Last Stop, where their headquarters were located. The location was strategic, just as everything else about their existence—or lack thereof—was. The Gravediggers might be the heart and soul of the operation—the men who did the dirty work—but dozens more worked in The Shadow, making sure the billions of dollars that never showed up in any government expense report were well spent. It wasn’t cheap faking the deaths of elite agents all over the world and transporting them to the United States under cover.

They’d been driving down side streets, staying off the main road, for a few minutes before Axel let out a low whistle. “Shit. You seeing what I’m seeing?”

Deacon let out a slow breath. They were almost to the county line. And just on the other side of it was the town that had become his prison, ironically named Last Stop.

Truth be told they all enjoyed playing the good Samaritan. It broke up the monotony of training and typical missions—and by typical he meant dangerous as fuck, because Eve didn’t send them on jobs that other agencies could do. And every once in a while, jumping into the fray and being the hero reminded them of the men they’d been once upon a time. Before their armor had been tarnished.

It wasn’t the wisest move interfering in a job so close to home, but they all shared one thing in common—the need for risk in their day-to-day lives. Some would call them adrenaline junkies, but it was more than that. It was a trait all those in special ops had in common. It was the difference between turning down the dark alley just for the hell of it and moving past it safely.

They looked for risk in all things. Even sex. The rush of fucking in a crowded room and wondering if someone would see, or taking sex to its limits with the tightening of a belt around a slender neck. Risk was risk. And tonight the risk was an armed robbery.

Deacon grinned. “Yeah, I see them.”

He lifted his foot off the accelerator, but didn’t hit the brakes. He didn’t want to scare them off.

“What’s going on?” Elias asked, sticking his head between the seats.

“Burglary in progress,” Deacon answered.

“Oh, good. We’re cutting it close as it is. It’s almost five o’clock. Sun will be up in another hour.”

“Are you suggesting we let them go?” Axel asked, his voice even, as if he didn’t care one way or the other. But Deacon knew Axel was the one who’d been left with the most humanity—the most compassion—of all of them. Only a man who felt deeply would still cling to his wife, after all, even though she thought he was dead.

“Of course not, mate,” Elias said, mimicking Axel’s accent. “But you know Winter will be pissed if she finds out. The mission comes first. Always. No distractions. And right now, our only mission is getting Levi Wolffe back to headquarters.”

“In or out?” Axel said, his voice hardening.

Elias sighed. “You know I’m in. But she’ll find out. She always does.”

“Fuck her,” Colin said dismissively.

“Very mature,” Deacon said. “I’m telling you, brother, one day she’s going to hand your ass to you on a platter.”

“I’m French,” Colin said. “I’ve never met a woman I can’t handle.”

The others hooted, and Deacon just shook his head. The French had never met a woman like Eve Winter. He wasn’t really a hundred percent sure she was even human.

“Let’s make it quick,” Elias said. “We’ve still got to send the van off to be detailed. The sexy Miss Sherman is bound to notice all the mud inside one of her transport vans.”

“Stop calling her that,” Deacon growled. “It embarrasses her.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault she can’t see what a package she is. I wouldn’t mind helping her discover it, though. All that freakin’ red hair. Drives me crazy when she sticks those pencils in it to get it out of her face.”

Deacon gritted his teeth and shot Elias a look that told him he’d better shut up or he’d end up with a fist in his face, but Elias’s crooked grin mocked him in the rearview mirror.

“I can’t imagine how she’s managed to keep her distance from you as long as she has,” Dante said smoothly. “You’re so charming.”

“You’re in America now,” Elias told him. “Women like straightforward men. I’m amazed the British have managed to populate the country as long as it takes you to make your move.”

“There’s nothing wrong with romance,” Dante said. “Besides, I haven’t had any problems with an empty bed since I’ve been here.”

“It’s that accent,” Elias said. “Puts the rest of us at a disadvantage.”

“Or maybe it’s just that I have manners.”

“If you blokes don’t mind,” Axel said, interrupting their argument, “our new friends are armed. And since we’ve already agreed to deviate from the mission, maybe we can take care of business and get the hell out of here.”

“Visual on two suspects,” Deacon said before things could escalate. “Weapon visible.”

“Thanks, Grandpa,” Elias said. “Lord, the two of you need to loosen up. It’s like we’re in that movie with all the retired spies.”

“I liked that movie,” Axel said. “I could still kick your ass when I’m in my fifties.”

Elias snorted. “In your dreams, mate. I was a SEAL.”

“In other news,” Deacon broke in, “the homeowners are either contained inside or they’re dead.” Sometimes he felt like he was the only adult in the room. An unusual feeling considering the level of expertise the five of them had.

“Let’s hope everyone is still alive,” Elias said. “Dead bodies are a pain in the ass to deal with.”

“There you go. Always looking on the bright side.” Deacon pressed his foot on the accelerator. “Picking up speed. In and out, boys. Clean and easy.”

“I’d rather just kill them,” Colin said. “It’s not like we’re going to wait around for the police one way or the other. The world doesn’t need any more scum.”

“Maybe you’ll get lucky, bro, and one of them will shoot at you first,” Elias said. “Maybe it’ll knock that stick out of your ass.”

Deacon heard the familiar sound of magazines being checked and loaded from the back, along with a lot of smart-ass comments he blocked out. The two males loading the big-screen TV into the maroon minivan were barely older than teenagers. Hell, they were probably using one of their mother’s vans to transport the stolen goods.

“Hang on,” he called out and made a hard left into the driveway of the house that was being robbed. He flicked on his brights at the last second, and it came as enough of a surprise to the amateur burglars for both the boys to drop the TV and put their hands up to shield their eyes. He turned the wheel hard, mud spewing up and hitting the windshield, and then the back doors flew open and all hell broke loose.

“Down on the ground!”

“Drop your weapons!”

Deacon and Axel pushed open their doors to join in the fray. Two rounds were fired off in rapid succession, one hitting the open back door just a few inches from Deacon’s head, the other burying itself in the mahogany casket.

Elias didn’t hesitate to return fire, hitting the shooter in the thigh. Deacon breathed a sigh of relief. They really didn’t want to deal with the mess of a dead body. And it wouldn’t put anyone in Winter’s good graces.

The shooter tossed the gun to the ground and went down, pressing his hands down on the wound. He was crying and making a racket, so Elias chopped him in the back of the neck to get him to shut up.

“What the hell kind of person shoots a casket?” Elias asked the other boy, who stared back at him wide-eyed, his hands raised.

“I . . . I don’t know,” the boy answered.

“I think that was a rhetorical question,” Deacon said, binding the boy’s hands behind his back with a zip-tie he’d pulled out of his pocket, and then making sure the other one wasn’t in danger of bleeding to death before tying him up too. It didn’t look like the bullet had hit anything major, so he left him where he was and pulled out his phone to call the local cops.

Axel and Colin had gone inside to check on the homeowners, and they were back out within a couple of minutes.

“They’re alive,” Axel said. “Tied up and sitting in the bathtub.”

“Bloody lucky,” Dante said.

“For us or them?” Elias asked.

“Both.”

Deacon disconnected the phone. “Cops are on the way.”

“Anyone want to look inside the casket and see if our new teammate is still among the living?” Elias said it jokingly, like he did most things, but they all knew if anything happened to The Gravediggers’ newest recruit, Eve Winter would make them wish they were all dead.

Axel hopped into the back of the van. “I don’t suppose anyone has a casket key?”

“There’s one in the toolbox behind the driver’s seat,” Deacon said. “Tess keeps an extra there in case of an emergency.”

“I can’t imagine many people understand the true meaning of a casket emergency,” Elias said.

“Yet, here we are,” Deacon responded dryly, checking his watch. They might have another five minutes before the cops showed up. They needed to move quickly.

Axel found the key and shone his flashlight at the tiny hole at the other end of the casket, where the key was supposed to be inserted. It worked like a crank, and he spun it several times to loosen the lid.

They all gathered around and used their flashlights. And then Axel very carefully opened the top half of the casket where the bullet had gone in, and they all peered inside.

“This never stops being creepy as shit,” Elias said. “Pale motherfucker. He looks dead to me.”

“He’s supposed to look dead,” Deacon said. “He’ll get some color back once the serum starts to work. Speaking of the serum, go ahead and administer it to him. I don’t like how long he’s been underground.”

“I don’t see where the bullet entered the casket,” Dante said.

“Thank God for hardwood,” Axel said, using the casket key to push inside the tiny bullet hole from the outside. “It didn’t go through.”

Metal hit metal. Deacon really hadn’t wanted to have a confrontation with Eve over the death of one of her men. It had become hard enough lately to hold his tongue. She was a stone-cold bitch, and was entirely unapologetic about it. The job—the mission—always came first. Over her men and certainly over the life of everyone else. Anyone was expendable. The only thing that kept him from going rogue was the fact that she did have to answer to The Directors, so someone was holding her in check.

Who the hell knew? Maybe if he had to answer to The Directors, he’d be a stone-cold son of a bitch too. What he did know was that the lines blurred a little more every day. Sometimes he wondered if they really were the good guys.

“Let’s move,” he said. “I hear sirens.”

Deacon got behind the wheel once again. The others closed the back doors, and he was reversing out of the driveway and heading toward the funeral home before Axel got back into the passenger seat.

“You know,” Axel said. “Our first worry was what Winter would’ve done if that bullet had hit her new recruit.”

“And?” Deacon asked.

“What we need to be worried about now is what Tess is going to do when she sees that bullet hole in her van. That redhead’s got a hell of a temper she keeps repressed.”

For the first time that night, Deacon smiled. Maybe he was as bad as Elias, because suddenly all he could think about was seeing the sexy Miss Sherman in a full temper, and he wouldn’t mind it one bit.

Liliana HartABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Liliana Hart is a New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestselling author of more than forty titles, including the Addison Holmes Whiskey and J.J. Graves Mystery series. Since self-publishing in June 2011, Liliana has sold more than four million ebooks. She’s hit the #1 spot on lists all over the world, and all three of her series have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list. Liliana is a sought-after speaker who’s given keynote speeches and self-publishing workshops to standing-room-only crowds from California to New York to London. Please visit her at lilianahart.com, facebook.com/lilianahart, and twitter.com/liliana_hart.

Look for Gone to Dust (Book 2) June 20th!

 

Gone to Dust (Gravediggers Book 2) by [Hart, Liliana]

 

 

When Danger Bites (Bravo Team WOLF #1)

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Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC

Publication Date: May 08, 2017

Print Length: 300 pages


Buttoned-up Corporal Kaitlyn Amador is dangerous on every level. As a human, she poses a threat to Marine Captain Jax Raymond’s special Force Recon unit. Though the team has a reputation among the other recon units, only their commanding officer knows their secret. As a woman, the danger posed is entirely different. Jax can survive the temptation for only so long before his wolf takes over and pursues what it wants.

Military intelligence specialist Corporal Kaitlyn Amador is the first woman in the Marines to be assigned to a recon team. And everyone’s watching her. Her mission? Not only prove herself worthy of her place in the group, but uncover the mystery of why Bravo Team is so successful. A mission that gets more difficult every time she’s near Jax…

When Danger Bites shows you that even the shadowy part of the government want a piece of the action when they learn the existence of shifters. to keep their pack safe from annihilation a band of wolves must join the services.
Captain Jax Raymond’s special Force Recon unit, is known as one of the best. Now the MIS wants to know their secrets. So, they send in MIS Corporal Kaitlyn “Kat” Amador to infiltrate the Force Recon unit to uncover the mystery of why Bravo Team is so successful.
Romance took a back seat in the 1st title in Bravo Team Wolf. All focus was on building the back story of this elite band of men. Which was totally okay, because without a backstory this series will never take off. Not to say that there wasn’t chemistry between Jax and Kaitlyn. That is what made this storyline work because normally I would complain that there wasn’t enough romance and that is what this genre is about…. Right! But the slow building of their growing attraction made it seemed somehow more real than having them confess their love from the beginning.
Initially, it was Jax training Kat to become part of the TEAM, but it really turns out it was Kat teaching Jax that not all women need a rough bunch of men to protect them.
All in all, I liked When Danger and looking forward to seeing where this series is heading.
I would recommend this book to readers whose into shifter, and military romance.

For Maggie’s Sake

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Genre: Military

Publisher: St. Martin’s Griffin

Publication Date: December 13th, 2016

Print Length: 97 page

Characters: Joe, Maggie

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Sinful pleasure and forbidden desire rule in #1 bestselling author Lora Leigh’s story For Maggie’s Sake, previously published in the anthologies Real Men Do It Better and Taken, now exclusively in e.

Maggie Chavez is in protective custody with a member of her former lover’s SEAL team. Joe, her ex-lover, thinks Maggie is hiding information from him about a powerful drug lord and the deaths of some SEALs. He intends to seduce her and get the information before she can sell it back to the drug cartel. But the desire crackles between them and their attraction is undeniable. How can Joe use her and leave her, when all he wants is to hold her close and never let go?

When Maggie moved on from Joe, she thought she found the perfect man. Until she married him. Then all secrets were revealed. Her late husband was the best friend of Joe. Then if that wasn’t bad enough her late husband was also in the bed of the Mafia. Worst yet is when her late husband died, he had everyone believe that Maggie knew everything about his dirty dealings. Joe, was the only one who believes that Maggie is innocent and now it’s up to him to prove it.

For Maggie Sake is a second chance at love novella. With well-developed characters and steam from every page. Lora Leigh know how to captivate an audience from the first words and never let you go until the characters has spoken their last words.

SEAL’s Code (Seal Brotherhood #10)

File Size: 2452 KB
Print Length: 225 pages
Publisher: AL Publications
Publication Date: June 30, 2015

Danny Begay has tried to drive out the voices of his ancestors for most of his young life, but the life springing from his Navajo roots will not die. He is summoned back to Arizona to visit his dying grandfather, one of the original Navajo Code Talkers. Ashamed he has disappointed his hero grandfather he buries himself one more time in the arms of a stranger before he goes back to his home in Northern California.

Luci Tohe teaches at the reservation school, safeguarding the health of her ailing mother and little sister’s future, at the temporary expense of her own. She doesn’t expect the young Dine warrior she meets to be anything but a distraction from her loneliness. She knows she will dream about their hot encounter for years.

Danny cleans his life up, joins the Navy and becomes a SEAL, where he becomes the man he knew he was destined to become. Between deployments, he goes back visit the girl he cannot get out of his mind. The reservation has become a dangerous place for Luci’s family and soon Danny is embroiled in not only saving Luci, but her whole family as well.

My Review: It becomes clear what these men and women in the military go through to protect us. So to you the men and women in our armed forces, Thank you for serving.

Now in Sharon Hamilton latest book SEAL’s Code she introduce us to the Navajo Code Talkers. A group of Navajo who turned the tide and won the WWII.  Danny Begay grandfather was one of these brave warriors.

Danny Begay didn’t know what to do with his life. He is summoned back to Arizona to visit his dying grandfather, one of the original Navajo Code Talkers. Ashamed he has disappointed his hero grandfather he buries himself one more time in the arms of a stranger before he goes back to his home in Northern California.  Danny decided enough was enough. To honor his grandfather Danny decided to become a SEAL.

What I enjoy about this book it shows the ordeal Danny had to go through to become a member of the elite group. Which it could have been a plot of it is own, which shows how engaging it was.

Once Danny had achieved his goal he goes back to visit the one women he could forget. Just to find that Luci and her family was in a dangerous situation that will take all his skills and help from his team to overcome.

 

Pick up your copy today of SEAL’s Code

OVERALL RATING

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Edge of Surrender: Alpha Crew Part 2

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  • Print Length: 114 pages
  • Publisher: Pocket Star (March 28, 2016)
  • Publication Date: March 28, 2016
  • Sold by: Simon and Schuster Digital Sales Inc

The scorching-hot romance between Emma and Ryan that began in At the Edge: Alpha Crew Part One concludes in Part Two of this sexy, suspenseful adventure!

Ryan had one job: keep Emma safe at all costs. But after a night of passion, Emma takes off and Ryan soon realizes he’s not the only one looking for her. Can he figure out who’s after the beautiful government aide, and why, before she falls into the wrong hands…if she hasn’t already?

Emma’s fighting to get justice for her fallen comrades, but she can’t do it alone. She needs Ryan’s help, but that means trusting him–and dealing with the out-of-control desire blazing between them. Can there be any future for a marked woman and a man trained to kill? She hopes they live long enough to find out…

 

My Review: Even though I liked the first book, this book didn’t live up to my expectations. I think it was how Emma was portrayed in Edge of Surrender. She was more mature compare to how she was in this book. It got to the point that I wanted to kill her.

I can understand wanting to get justice for her friends/associates, however getting upset enough to run away from the one person you know could help and would even die for you was beyond stupid. I could say I started to like Emma again by the last chapter, but not a little too late.

 

OVERALL RATING

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At the Edge: Alpha Crew Part 1

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  • File Size: 2426 KB
  • Publisher: Pocket Star (March 7, 2016)
  • Publication Date: March 7, 2016
  • Sold by: Simon and Schuster Digital Sales Inc
  • Language: English

 

When Emma Wright’s government plane goes down over the Philippine jungle, she’s forced to survive alone until an ultra-elite SEAL team goes in after her. As the leader of Alpha Crew, Ryan Owen is no stranger to challenges, but he’s never tackled anything quite like this sexy, smart, and resourceful woman. The mission is to get Emma home safely, but danger is everywhere, and Ryan’s unexpected desire for Emma could be a deadly distraction.

Back home in California, Ryan’s mission is over—but Emma’s has just begun. She knows her plane crash was no accident, and she’s determined to uncover the truth about what happened—even if her quest for answers puts her at risk. Torn between duty and desire, Ryan searches for a way win Emma’s heart while protecting her from an invisible enemy who wants her dead.

The thrilling conclusion to this Alpha Crew romance is just weeks away!

My Review: Dive into Part One of this heart-pounding romantic suspense story. When Emma Wright’s government plan crashes she finds herself forced to survive alone until one evening Ryan Owen   an ultra-elite SEAL whose mission was to bring home any survivors. Ryan and his team wasn’t expecting to find any survivors, but was amazed when they found Emma Wright alive.

At The Edge title for this book was well named, because it does have you on the edge of your seat. The chemistry between Ryan and Emma out of this world hot. It also helped that Ryan was every bit the alpha.

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OVERALL RATING

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TRUE BLUE SEALS: ZAK: True Navy Blue SEAL Brotherhood Series

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  • Print Length: 191 pages
  • Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
  • Publisher: AL Publication (February 20, 2016)
  • Publication Date: February 20, 2016

Zak and Amy are destined for each other. After successfully passing the BUD/S training, and helping to stop a San Francisco terrorist attack, Zak goes to the arena of war with the rest of his SEAL Team 3 buddies, to return a changed man. Amy will have to negotiate the pain in her heart as she works to discover the man she loved going off to war is still the man of her dreams, and only if she can convince Zak he still is that man.

My Review: My first Seal book written by Sharon Hamilton was SEAL Brotherhood: Lucas, so when I had the opportunity to read True Blue SEALs Zak it was with great hope that I would enjoy this book just as much as the first.  And I just have to say….WoW, Sharon Hamilton really knows how to capture her audiance. I really felt close to Zak and Amy and when Zak was injured and his career with the SEALs become uncertain it was Amy who become the strong one in the relationship.

I would seriously recommend this book to anyone.

True Blue Seals: ZAK on sale now

OVERALL RATING

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