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Jack Vaughn is sure his life is over as he tumbles down the wooded hillside onto the deserted two-lane stretch of asphalt. Years of work ended with a single gunshot. Yet, it’s not over.
A good Samaritan stops to help him, despite the danger he poses to her.
Laine Wheeler knows better than to stop for strangers on the rural Montana highway near her home, but her conscience won’t allow her to leave an injured man behind.
What she doesn’t know is the man is an undercover ATF agent tasked with infiltrating a domestic terrorist group. His cover has been blown and helping him will put her life in danger.
Though there is an instant attraction, Jack knows that beginning a romantic relationship with Laine would be both unfair and unwise. Yet the farther they run, the harder it gets to ignore the feelings that are surging between them.
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Calember stared down at the body through his night vision goggles with disinterest as the rest of his team searched the barn. They’d followed the GPS chip in Reed’s satellite phone to this position when he had failed to check in. Although Calember was surprised to find the man dead, he wasn’t at all sorry. Reed had been good for what Ripley had hired him to do, but that didn’t make him likeable.
“You think Jack got him, sir?” Harmon asked. The man pulled a sandwich out of his pack and downed half of it with one bite.
Calember watched him chew for a bit then rolled his eyes and shook his head. Standing over a dead teammate, and Harmon was more interested in filling his belly than his fallen comrade. Ripley really knew how to pick them. “Probably,” he replied. “It would be poetic justice if the doctor killed him though, wouldn’t it?” The thought was oddly satisfying and more than a little amusing. He chuckled. “Reed Harris, rapist and sadist extraordinaire, killed by a practitioner of the healing arts, and a woman. You just can’t make this shit up.”
Harmon finished his egg salad. “So, what now, sir?”
From the tone of Harmon’s voice Calember could tell the man was no sorrier to see Reed go than he was. He stared at the corpse and briefly considered giving him a pseudo-Viking funeral. But, the smoke and flames would only draw attention, and frankly, Harris wasn’t worth that much bother.
“Have Marx and Brannagan sanitize in here, take the body back over the ridge to the Jeep,” Calember said at last. “We’ll check the house and see what we can find out about our elusive doctor.”
Leslie McKelvey has been writing since she learned to write, and her mother still stores boxes of handwritten stories in the attic. Leslie read her first romance at 12 and was hooked. When her high school Creative Writing teacher told her she needed to be a novelist, she decided to give it a try. Finally, at the ripe old age of...forty-something...her debut novel, Accidental Affair, made it into print through Black Velvet Seductions Publishing. The publisher has also contracted two more manuscripts, which will follow Accidental Affair shortly.
Leslie is a war-veteran who served with the U.S. Navy during the Gulf War, and she was among the first groups of women to work the flight deck of an aircraft carrier. During her five years tour she was stationed at NAS Miramar and was an F-14 Tomcat mechanic and plane captain. While in San Diego she spent time on the carriers USS Independence, USS Ranger, USS Lincoln, and the USS Nimitz. The final two years of her enlistment were spent on Guam and her squadron frequently deployed to Japan and the Middle East.
She learned everything she knows about firearms and tactics from her police officer husband, who is a weapons expert, range master, and firearms instructor for one of the most highly-respected law-enforcement agencies in the world (and one he wishes her NOT to disclose). He is her biggest supporter and her unpaid consultant on everything law-enforcement and weapons related. She has three boys who keep her very busy and contribute daily to her growing number of gray hairs. Her oldest son is a United States Marine and the younger two have vowed to follow in their brother’s footsteps (OOH RAH!). She spends her off-time (kidding...WHAT off-time?) reading, taking pictures, and sending lead down range (that's shooting, for those who are unfamiliar). One of her favorite scents is the smell of gunpowder in the morning....