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Hot Velocity
Elle James
Operation Day CareHighly skilled combat veteran and former rodeo star Rex Trainor likes to be in the thick of the action. So when he's loaned out to Homeland Security, he plans to bide his time until he can get back to the real war. He doesn't, however, plan on Sierra Daniels, a local day-care giver whose pretty smile hides a stubborn streak more daunting than Wyoming's Beartooth Mountains. When tragedy nearly strikes the kids in Sierra's care, Rex vows to expose the culprit. Rex hasn't failed on a mission yet, and protecting the desirable Miss Daniels is no exception!
Operation Day Care
Highly skilled combat veteran and former rodeo star Rex Trainor likes to be in the thick of the action. So when he’s loaned out to Homeland Security, he plans to bide his time until he can get back to the real war. He doesn’t, however, plan on Sierra Daniels, a local day-care giver whose pretty smile hides a stubborn streak more daunting than Wyoming’s Beartooth Mountains. When tragedy nearly strikes the kids in Sierra’s care, Rex vows to expose the culprit. Rex hasn’t failed on a mission yet, and protecting the desirable Miss Daniels is no exception!
Ballistic Cowboys
Sierra backed away. “I have to ask you not to do that again.”
He nodded. “Agreed. It wouldn’t be a good idea for you to get involved with me. I won’t be around for long and, despite our little charade, I’m not very good boyfriend material.”
Sierra hadn’t expected him to agree with her so quickly. Disappointment filled her chest. Pushing back her shoulders, she lifted her chin. Why should she care? He’d only confirmed her desire to avoid anything sticky growing between them. Still…
He turned and walked toward the door.
Before he crossed the threshold, she asked, “Why?”
He stopped and half turned toward her. “Why what?”
“Why do you make bad boyfriend material?” She shouldn’t be interested in his answer, but she was and she waited for his response.
He shook his head, a hint of a smile tilting his lips. “Trust me. I’m no good for you, or any other woman.” With that, he walked out of the room and shut the door.
Hot Velocity
Elle James
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ELLE JAMES, a New York Times bestselling author, started writing when her sister challenged her to write a romance novel. She has managed a full-time job and raised three wonderful children, and she and her husband even tried ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas). Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird! Elle loves to hear from fans at ellejames@earthlink.net or www.ellejames.com (https://ellejames.com/).
CAST OF CHARACTERS (#u6e32857e-6827-5a94-a61e-7a4335488036)
Rex “T-Rex” Trainor—US marine on loan to the Department of Homeland Security for Task Force Safe Haven.
Sierra Daniels—Mother’s Day Out Day Care worker who loves children and being independent.
“Hawkeye” Trace Walsh—US Army Airborne Ranger and expert sniper, on loan to the Department of Homeland Security for Task Force Safe Haven.
Kevin Garner—Agent with the Department of Homeland Security in charge of Task Force Safe Haven.
Jon “Ghost” Caspar—US Navy SEAL on loan to Department of Homeland Security for Task Force Safe Haven.
Max “Caveman” Decker—US Army Delta Force soldier on loan to the Department of Homeland Security for Task Force Safe Haven.
Clay Ellis—Sierra Daniels’s ex-husband who hasn’t accepted that they are divorced.
Grady Morris—Political candidate in the race for senator of Wyoming.
Bryson Rausch—Formerly the wealthiest resident of Grizzly Pass, who lost everything in the stock market.
Leo Fratiani—Land agent set on securing some land for an oil pipeline project.
Brenda Larson—Sierra Daniels’s friend and coworker.
This book is dedicated to my grandmother who, at the
age of 97, is still fighting to stay in this world. After a
broken back, she powered her way through physical
therapy to make it back home from rehab for
Thanksgiving. She’s a fighter and I hope to have as
much gumption as she does when I’m 97!
Contents
Cover (#u52184de1-37b6-5de1-824f-0a336202cb42)
Back Cover Text (#u6e5e058c-4627-5ac3-87fc-b607586cc8f7)
Introduction (#ub09d3410-62e1-519c-8f93-fd7439d3e211)
Title Page (#u5d2f2d51-6c11-5d22-a3c0-92d9b4c9ad06)
About the Author (#uad674059-494d-5ef4-8606-9e547a67ab23)
Cast of Characters (#u797838fd-dfc2-593b-bec2-2749c8d82d57)
Dedication (#u25334216-2403-5a42-bb14-7eab07821716)
Chapter One (#ufdd02bd7-82e3-5301-96dc-be0b8ffdfddc)
Chapter Two (#u3d2a2447-5a3a-5a73-9d7d-7828ef51f89d)
Chapter Three (#ueecdd9fc-af11-5bd2-abef-e23559e5450b)
Chapter Four (#u36ad9246-252e-5da8-accc-13e48f86d485)
Chapter Five (#u83d56e4b-afb8-5f14-add3-4e404c5d3e5a)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#u6e32857e-6827-5a94-a61e-7a4335488036)
“Whatcha got?” Captain Rex “T-Rex” Trainor leaned toward the man sitting beside him in the helicopter, preparing to deploy into the small Afghan village on the edge of nowhere.
Gunnery Sergeant Lance Gallagher, Gunny to the unit, grinned, splitting his scarred, rugged face in two, and held up a small, shiny piece of paper with a black-and-white picture on it. “Number four is a boy!” he shouted over the roar of the rotors spinning overhead.
T-Rex nodded. “Congratulations!”
“Three girls and a boy.” Gunny shook his head, his lips curling into a happy smile. “Poor kid will be outnumbered by women.” He looked up, catching T-Rex’s gaze, his smile fading. “That’s why I’m giving up the good life of a career soldier to retire. I plan on being there to make sure Junior gets a shot at playing football, baseball and whatever the hell sport he wants.”
T-Rex didn’t blame the man. “Someone needs to be there to make sure he has that chance.”
“Darn right.” Gunny waved the thin piece of paper at T-Rex. “I want to teach him to throw his first ball, build a fort, take him hunting and, most of all...teach him how to treat a woman right.” He winked.
What every boy needed—a father who cared enough to show him the ropes. T-Rex’s dad had taught him everything he knew about horses, ranching and riding broncos in the rodeo. He’d taught him how to suck it up when he was thrown and to get back up on that horse, even when he was injured. Too many kids nowadays didn’t have that parental influence, whether it be a mother or father, to push them to be all they could be and more.
“LZ coming up!” the pilot shouted. He lowered the craft onto the rocky ground and held steady while the team exited from both sides of the Black Hawk.
Although it was night, nothing stood in the way of the stars and the moon shining down on the rugged landscape.
They were deposited on the other side of a hill from their target village. In less than thirty minutes they climbed to the top of the ridge and half ran, half slid down the other side into the back wall of the hamlet.
This was supposed to be a routine sweep to ensure the small group of Taliban thugs they’d chased off hadn’t returned. The intelligence guys had some concerns since the location was so close to the hills and caves the terrorists fled to when driven out of their strongholds.
T-Rex motioned for his team to spread out along the wall. When he gave the signal, they were to scale the wall and drop to the other side. When everyone was in position, he spoke softly into his mic. “Let’s do this.”
In two-man teams, they helped each other over the wall, landing softly on the other side. T-Rex led the way through the buildings, checking inside each one. The locals knew the drill, they’d been invaded so many times. They remained silent and gathered their sleeping children close.
What a life. These people never knew who was coming through the door next, or if the intruders would kill them all or let them live to see another day.
As T-Rex neared the other end of the village, doors stood open to huts that were empty of people and belongings.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. “Something’s not right here,” he said softly into his mic. He knelt in the shadow of a building and strained to see any movement in the street ahead or from the rooftops. Nothing moved. No shadows stirred or separated from the buildings, and no one loomed overhead from the tops of the homes.
In his gut, T-Rex knew they were walking into a trap. “Back out the way we came,” he whispered.
“I’ve got your back,” Gunny said.
“Get the others out of here. I smell a trap.”
“Not going without you, sir,” Gunny insisted.
“That’s an order,” T-Rex said, his tone firm, despite the whisper. “Move out.” He glanced over his shoulder to the gunnery sergeant’s position a building behind him, and on the opposite side of the road, the other members waited for the signal, hugging the shadows. At that moment, a shadow appeared on the roof directly over Gunny’s head.
“Heads up! Tango over you, G,” T-Rex warned, setting his sights on the man, waiting for the telltale shape of a weapon to appear. His finger on the trigger, T-Rex counted his breaths.
One...two...
The man yanked something in his hand.
“Not good!” T-Rex pulled the trigger, hitting the man in the chest. He collapsed forward, the object in his hand slipping from his grip, falling to the ground. “Grenade!” T-Rex shouted.
Gunny threw himself away from the small oval object rolling across the dirt. But not soon enough.
T-Rex lurched to his feet, too far away from his gunnery sergeant to be of any use. “No!”
The world erupted.
T-Rex was flung backward, landing hard on his back, the breath knocked from his lungs. Stunned, he lay for a second, staring up at the stars overhead, shining like so many diamonds in the sky until the dust and debris from the blast obliterated the night. Then he remembered how to breathe and sucked in a huge lungful of dust. The popping sound of gunfire came from above and all around.
T-Rex rolled toward the shadows of a building and bunched his legs beneath him. Bullets rained down around him, kicking up puffs of dirt near his feet.
Raising his weapon to his shoulder, T-Rex scanned the rooftops through the cloud of dust.
A man stood above him, aiming an AK47 in his direction.
His ears still ringing, T-Rex pinned the man in his sights and fired. One shot. The man fell to the ground, his weapon clattering on the rocky street.
T-Rex quickly scanned neighboring rooftops and the road ahead. Nothing moved there, but the world was pure chaos behind him.
He spun and ran toward the others, his heart hammering in his chest, his head still spinning from the detonation of the concussion grenade.
His men were pinned to the sides of the building, by a single fighter wielding a machine gun from his position near to where his comrade had been standing when T-Rex had taken him out.
T-Rex knelt, aimed, but his vision blurred. He blinked, gaining a clearer shot. His finger tightened on the trigger. He fired one round, and the fighter fell, dropping the machine gun to the street below.
Farther ahead, three of his men were exchanging gunfire with two fighters hiding out between the buildings. How the hell had they missed them?
