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Brock Donovan’s enemies found his weak spot.

Sydney Donovan is her husband’s whole world. Now his enemies know what it will take to bring one powerful man to his very knees.

She put an entire organization at risk.

Sydney’s need for independence places her in enormous danger. Now, the Underground Unit teams are facing an unknown enemy in order to save her life.

He is fully prepared to meet their demands.

Sydney understands what’s at stake. The authority’s enemies have banded together and they want Brock to trade his life for hers.

His adversaries will attack from all sides.

Operatives from around the country join Brock’s rescue effort, but as the identities of the Donovan's rivals are revealed, Brock realizes there’s more at risk than Sydney’s safety. The Underground Unit operatives have bounties on their heads and at the going rate, it won’t be long before the danger moves close enough to destroy the operatives and all they hold dear.

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Brock phoned a friend and then called another one. The first one couldn’t come through but the second one had a small private plane fueled up and ready to go. Brock ditched his flight from Atlanta and flew to Abingdon, where two eighteen-wheelers were waiting on him.

“I guess it pays to have good pals in high places,” Brock said, shaking hands with Marvin Pratt, one of the Underground Unit’s private investors. “You doing all right, Marvin?”

“Fine.” A man of few words, he directed him to the rigs.

Brock acknowledged Logan Remington behind the wheel in the other truck. Turning to Pratt, he said, “We won’t be bringing them back in the same condition.”

“I never thought you would.”

“Thank you,” Brock said, taking the keys offered and climbing in the truck.

“Brock, if you need anything, anything at all, I’m here. I’ll stay in Virginia until I know she’s safe.”

“Thanks, Marvin.” Brock slammed the door, glanced over at Logan, and twirled his finger in the air. “Let’s roll.” Two minutes later, they raced out of the airstrip parking area and that’s when it hit him. Brock didn’t know where the hell they were going.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he called Jett. “Where are they?”

“And you say you’re on your game?” A beat later, he added, “Directions were just sent to the phone in your console. Pratt placed it there for your use. Number is on the back. It’s secure.”

“I never claimed to be on my game. I just said I’d give up my life for hers, which I’m still prepared to do. We should’ve done this by the book.”

“You heard the recordings. Sydney blew any chance at that happening when she opened her mouth and told her captors just who they had in custody. You can’t do this one by the book, Brock.”

Well no shit.

“You have a few things working in your favor,” Jett said. “They gave you forty-eight hours to get there. They won’t be looking for you at Tri-Cities.”

“Don’t fool yourself. They knew when I boarded the plane in Las Vegas and knew when I missed the flight in Atlanta. Hell, they probably had someone on me there.”

“Doubtful,” Jett said. “That airport is too chaotic. Everyone is always running to catch their next flight. If anything, they might have had someone at your arrival gate, but once you were on your way, they were on theirs.”

“Got this all figured out, do you?” Brock had a sneaking suspicion someone had been watching him step for step from the time he left their condo in Vegas. “Have you been able to track down Luke or Kevin?”

“No,” Riley deadpanned. “And I don’t think we will. My guess is they’re already there in Virginia working their own agenda for getting Sydney out.”

“They’re not the only ones,” Zelmore said, entering the conversation. “Sloane, Brock, now we’ve got one new problem and two women to save.”

Brock dragged his hand through his hair. Dear God, what part of “I’ve got this” did his team miss?

“What are you sayin’ Zelmore?” Sloane asked.

Brock didn’t inquire because he’d known from the moment Veronica had said she was working with them. She’d put herself out there to save Sydney because she was arrogant enough to believe she could get in, get out, and save the day. Kind of like a few other operatives Brock knew.

“They’ve got Veronica,” Zelmore informed them.

“How the fuck did that happen?” Sloane’s rage reverberated through the phone. “What the hell was she thinking?”

Zelmore said, “Your guess, man.”

“What do you see?” Brock asked.

“It’s not good. Looks like Veronica showed up just in the nick of time. They have Sydney bound, gagged, and Brock? Man, we need a plan now. Two of the dudes just brought in a couple of pails of water and steam’s rising from them. Another dude is holding bandanas. You can guess what’s going on.”

“Damn it to hell, Zelmore! How are you there and able to watch all this shit without acting!”

“You told him to stand down,” Sloane said in a tight voice.

He also told him to move once he figured out he was the only one on the scene! “And what the fuck are you doing, Remington? Filing your nails?”

Riley said, “Fortunately for us, he isn’t trying to be the hero.”

“Well, why should he try? Apparently he’s married to the bionic woman and she seems to have this all under fucking control!”

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Spotlight on Julie Shelton and Loving Sarah

Today, I'd like to welcome fellow author Julie Shelton. Julie stopped by to tell us about Loving Sarah, her new Siren-Bookstrand novel.




Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall. Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—bound, naked, and kneeling before him.



Sarah has never forgotten Jesse, the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she warily agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of BDSM. When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces the challenge of submitting to two powerful, Dominant men.


But Sarah has an even bigger challenge. A stalker. Someone from her past, determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness. Can Adam and Jesse love and protect her? Or will her world explode in betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?


Excerpt:

His lips quirked in a smile. “How about the collar?”

The collar. Her hand lifted to touch the place where it had encircled her throat. “It made me feel…I don’t know…safe. Protected in a way I’ve never felt before. Like, as long as I was wearing it, nothing could ever harm me. I felt beautiful. Honored to be chosen by you. As if I truly did belong to you.”

“You truly do belong to me,” he reminded her. “And, trust me, sugar, the honor is all mine. A collar is a symbol of the unique bond between Dom and sub. I had that one made especially for you, but it’s only temporary. Just a trainin’ collar. Eventually, I want to design a permanent collar for you—a gold or platinum necklace that you would never take off. I’d like to present it to you at a formal Collarin’ Ceremony, where I accept you as my sub, and you accept me as your Dom.”

She was quiet for several minutes, trying to picture such a thing, hardly daring to think the word that was forming in her mind. “You mean, like—a wedding?”

Whoa! Did she actually say the W word?


Jesse held his breath, waiting for his body to break out in a cold sweat. Even as little as a week ago, the word wedding would have filled him with panic. But now…In a blinding flash of revelation, he realized that, as much as she belonged to him, he belonged equally to her. She had crawled into his heart and stolen his soul. She lit the darkness within him and chased all his shadows away.

And he realized something else. Something so searing it closed his throat and stung his eyes. He never wanted to live without her. She made his heart complete. And he would do whatever it took in order to keep her with him for the rest of their lives.

Burying his face against the nape of her neck, he pressed a kiss to the damp silk of her skin.

She knew he was struggling, but she wasn’t going to settle for less than she herself was willing to give. She wanted him. But she wanted all of him. Heart hammering in her breast at the chance she was taking, she drew back, lifting both hands to frame his face. Looking him square in the eye, she asked, “Are you asking me to marry you, Jesse?”

He cleared his throat. “I—”

“Do you love me, Jesse?”

“I don’t know, Sarah.” Anguish twisted his features, roughening his voice, making it sound…rusty. As if it had been left too long out in the rain. He shook his head. Honesty, remember? “I don’t know what love is. What I do know is that I want to cherish you, protect you, spend the rest of my life with you. I know you’re afraid that this is just about sex, but, trust me, this is wa-a-a-ay more than just sex. You are the very air that I breathe. I need you, sugar, not just for sex or companionship, but for my very existence.”

He swallowed hard, lifting his hand to caress the side of her face. “You make me whole, sugar. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without you. I don’t know what you call that, but I don’t think it’s love. What I feel for you is so much deeper than that. It goes all the way to my soul.”

She held herself very still, hardly daring to breathe as hope blossomed inside her. Hope that illuminated the shadows in her soul and led her out into the healing sunlight. Jesse Colter was not the boy next door. In fact, he was as close to being the boy next door as the Terminator was to being Ward Cleaver. And that’s precisely what made him the man for her. A man she needed as much as he apparently needed her. Not just, as he said, for sex or companionship. But for her very existence.

“Jesse…” Lifting her hand, she touched his cheek reverently. “Those feelings you just described? That’s love, sweetheart. True, deep, abiding love. The rare kind of love that builds and grows over a lifetime.”

His eyes narrowed. He looked at her appraisingly, one black eyebrow raised. “So, what’re you tellin’ me? That this heart-stoppin’, soul-destroyin’, all-consumin’, I’m-gonna-die-without-you feelin’…?”

She laughed as pure joy exploded inside her, making her feel as though she were flying. “Is love, Jesse. The Happily-Ever-After kind of love. The kind of love I’ve felt for you since I was thirteen years old.”

He stared at her, his eyes flickering with the stunning power of her revelation. The love he saw in her eyes leveled him. It soaked into his battered soul like spring rain soaking into parched winter earth. Threading his fingers through the silk of her hair, he cupped the nape of her neck. He drew a ragged breath deep into his lungs. “Then I do love you, Sarah Madeleine Marshall,” he said hoarsely. “I love you to the bottom of my heart and soul. And yes, I am askin’ you to marry me.”

“Don’t you think this is a bit sudden?” she teased. “A proposal after only one date?”

“Not after only one date,” he corrected as he moved his big body to roll her over onto her back. “After eight long, excruciatin’ly lonely years.”

“And the date’s not even over yet,” she continued as if he hadn‘t spoken. “That has to be some kind of new world record.”

“I’ll check with the Guinness people first thing in the mornin’,” he promised, spreading her thighs wide as he came up onto his knees between them. He rose over her, a roguish grin on his face. Placing his hands flat on either side of her shoulders, he braced himself above her, never taking his eyes off hers. His black gaze drilled into her as he flexed his hips, notching the head of his cock just inside her entrance, preparing to penetrate her. “So, is that a yes I hear?” he prompted.
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