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by Karlene Blakemore-Mowle
Description: Peter Delaware is a man on a mission. His job is to save Willow Sheldon's delectable but antagonizing butt before she gets herself killed. Unfortunately, she has no intention of making his job easy. Willow Sheldon has a habit of finding trouble. As a photojournalist, her job has often taken her to some dangerous places, but when Peter 'Del' Delaware comes to her rescue, suddenly it's no longer the hostile environment posing the greatest threat to her safety. On the trail of an elusive weapons dealer, Willow is determined to bring the man responsible for the nightmare of her past to justice. If in doing so she also gets the scoop of the decade, then all the better. From the tropics of the south pacific to the jungles of South America, these two unlikely allies must learn to let down their defenses in order to make it out alive.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: February 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [298 KB]
Reading time: 188-263 min.
The four men sat, ram-rod straight in their seats, staring at the General across the table.
"They're sure this Intel's reliable, sir?" Tate Maddox asked, his face a mask of stone.
"They're sure enough to be taking it seriously," the General said with a confident nod. "They can't be sure yet where the order for a hit on you men has come from, but the informant's adamant it was taken out on the four marines involved in the Treago trial. The powers that be thought you should be informed, and I agree, but I don't want you to concern yourselves with these men--the proper channels have been contacted. They have a team of detectives working around the clock on this. We will catch this guy."
Dismissed from the General's office, the four Marines strode out of the building, tension radiating from every pore in their bodies. No one spoke. Instead, they headed back to the gym to resume their workout.
"Son of a bitch," Tate raged, thumping the boxing bag with a ferocity that sent a jarring shudder through Peter Delaware as he held it securely.
"Come on, Ox, some hired thug off the street is going to take us out? No way."
"Tupper, do you honestly believe with everything we know about Treago he'd hire someone sloppy enough to get caught?" Tate snarled between landing punches on the bag.
"That guy has more lives than a damn cat," Chase Maloney commented, strumming the speedball with a steady left hook-right hook rhythm. "I thought we'd managed to outrun him once he was in prison."
"So what are we going to do?" Tupper asked, bending down to snag up his towel as he wiped the sweat from his face.
"I don't know...yet, but one thing for sure...I'm not going to sit back and let him pick us off one by one--I've got a wife and child to worry about now."
Del gave a small grunt with each punch of Tate's fist to the bag.
Tate dragged his forearm across his face, wiping the sweat from his eyes, breathing heavily. "There's no way I'm letting him close enough to hurt my family again--I'll kill him myself if he tries," he vowed with a look in his eye as cold as any glacier.
A silent surge of agreement passed between the unit of men as they continued to pound out their frustrations on the hapless equipment around them--each lost in their own thoughts of the man who'd come so close to ending their lives in the past, and who seemed hell-bent on eliminating them now.