By Julie Coulter Bellon
Griffin Force, Book 1
Mya Amari has been in hiding nearly her entire life to escape her father’s enemies. But when her sister is kidnapped along with an American diplomat, she’ll do anything to bring her home–including walking into the enemy’s lair. She doesn’t trust anyone, especially the too-handsome-for-his-own-good Commander Williams, but when all her careful plans explode out of control, he’s the only one she can turn to with the truth about her family. Is it too little, too late?
Julie Coulter Bellon is the author of more than a dozen romantic suspense novels. Her book All Fall Down won the RONE award for Best Suspense and Pocket Full of Posies won a RONE Honorable Mention for Best Suspense.
Julie loves to travel and her favorite cities she’s visited so far are probably Athens, Paris, Ottawa, and London. She loves to read, write, teach, watch Castle, Hawaii Five-O, and eat Canadian chocolate. Not necessarily in that order.
Julie offers writing and publishing tips as well as her take on life on her blog ldswritermom.blogspot.com You can also find out about all her upcoming projects at her website juliebellon.com
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- I will never forget that I am accident prone and shouldn’t go anywhere near a trampoline.
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“The Admiral listed my background, and I’d like to hear more of yours. Do any of you have any experience overseas?” Jake asked.
Nate spoke first. “I served two tours in Afghanistan under Colt before I was promoted to Captain myself.” He jerked his thumb toward Colt. “He’s served four and is the captain of our troop in Joint Task Force 2.”
Colt nodded his head in acknowledgment. “I believe our troop’s equivalent in JTF2 is a SEAL team.”
Well, at least they’re qualified, Jake thought. “Mr. Smythe and I have served overseas together in the SEALs, but now he works for the CIA and I’m with Homeland Security.” That summed it up without going into any detail.
Ryan gave him a sardonic smile. “You can call me Ryan. Mr. Smythe sounds so formal.”
Jake resisted rolling his eyes and instead opened the bag the Admiral had given him and took out the phones to pass them out. “These are secure so we can be in contact with each other from now on.”
Taking the last one, he started to approach Ms. Amari, but her folded arms and the irritated look in her eye made him pause. What could I possibly have done to offend her already? He left the phone on the table and stepped back, flipping past the first few pages in the folder to find the contact protocols. “Looks like we have a transport plane that will take us to Algeria leaving in three hours. We’d better get going.”
Ryan nudged him, his eyebrows raised as his head tilted toward the woman. “Not to be rude, Jake, but you seemed to have forgotten one introduction.” His tone was borderline mocking, especially when he’d said his name, but Jake decided to let it go. He’d just told the Admiral he’d try to figure out a way to put their personal issues behind them and he was going to keep his word.
The woman shook her head as she reached for the phone he’d left for her on the table. Sliding it into her pants pocket, she crossed the room toward the door. “The only thing you need to know is no matter what your name or title is, I’ll be the lead on this team. And I expect to be included in every briefing from now on.” She turned to face him with a nod. “Commander.” And then she walked away, closing the door behind her with a soft snick in her wake.
Jake stared at the door. Well, that’s a wrinkle I didn’t expect.