****SPECIAL SURPRISE****
As a little teaser, I am going to post on my blog the first chapter to each of the five short stories in my latest release. I have loved these characters for quite some time. I’m so happy to be sharing them with my followers.
Wellsie’s Dilemma is Book 5 and tells the story of Wellsie Sharp. Wellsie has always been the ambitious type. When an opportunity to run her own operation presents herself, she literally finds herself having to choose between the family she has created and her career. During her decision making process, the key to capturing the team’s nemesis presents itself. What will be Wellsie’s choice and will the team finally have the opportunity to close the “Lang” chapter?
Here is chapter one:
It didn’t take the crew long to get their gear and put their plan in motion. Once the idiot, Wilde, had been caught for the second time and recognized he was going to be kept by Trig along with the rest of the crew he’d screwed over, he sang a different tune than before. It turned out Wilde had a regular hankering for Indian food. Everywhere the man went he had to have a spot that he would partake of his favorite eats. That’s how Trig had found him.
During their “private one-on-one time” together, Trig had apparently let Wilde know that Brian had given the go ahead to put a bullet between the man’s eyes if he didn’t produce a direct lead to Lang. That lead was what they were following now.
Hounder walked alongside Wellsie and nudged her shoulder. She turned slightly to look up at him and felt the blush creep across her face in response to the heat of his gaze.
“You’re not allowed to look at me like that right now. I need to be focused on the task at hand. Plus, I just started the Depo shot. Unless you have the Fort Knox of condoms to contain your little swimmers, you’re not getting at me until we are safely ensconced in our home.”
“Aww, Wells baby, you know I get all riled up anytime I see you in full assassin mode. It’s one of my major weaknesses.”
“Hound dog … baby, my general presence is your major weakness.”
The man smiled and she felt herself weakening at the sight of it. He still had that ability even after three kids and years together. As they approached the van, she shook her head before she made one final attempt to thwart his advances.
“I’ll make a note of it for tonight. For now, you go ride with Ghost. I’m riding with Trig.”
“I’m not liking this arrangement. You know this.”
Nodding her head, she gave him a playful smile. Hounder bent down and peered into her eyes. Wellsie almost caved in. Clearing her throat and visibly shaking herself, she pushed at his rock hard chest.
“Go. You know it’s for the best.”
He gave her a lopsided grin before giving her a quick kiss and jogging toward the other van.
“I almost had you.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.”
His responding chuckle reached her ears as she climbed into the back of the second van.
“Gotta love that man.”
“So you say.”
She cast a look at Trig and saw that he was smiling.
“It’s the truth.”
“Know it. Looks good on you, One Shot.”
“Thanks.”
“Bastard always was too hot to handle.”
“Yeah? I think I handle him well.”
“You do. That you do.”
“How do you stand to be in the same room with him and all of that …”
“Cuban sex appeal? It’s a daunting experience and takes great skill. It’s also one that I’m not alone in having to deal with. You’ve seen our men. A group of models this lot is. It’s nothing for my sex drive to hit overdrive in mere seconds. I’ve just got to learn to curb it so I can cease being the baby making factory.”
Trig’s sharp laugh/cough earned him a glare from her.
“Not likely, One Shot.”
“You’re just as bad as him. I believe that fucker is trying to build a small army using my cooch and womb.”
Sabrina’s and Trig’s laughs filled the van. She didn’t try to hold back her own.
“Pregnancy suits you. Sam says it every time you are full, plump, and round.”
“Trig, I’ve only been pregnant twice and I’m trying to hold off on a repeat offense. Suiting me or not doesn’t make me want to remain in a constant state of pregnancy to maintain that beauty that everyone says I have during those nine months. I’m not some mare doling out prize foals in exchange for a good lay.”
Trig nearly choked on the water he was drinking.
“Oh fuck. One Shot, you can’t say shit like that when I’m drinking and/or fucking driving.”
Sabrina was trying to cover up her laugh as she spoke to Wellsie.
“I didn’t know you were so funny. You’re always so serious.”
“It’s my resting bitch face, isn’t it?”
Trig snorted and shook his head. Sabrina’s face screwed up with a look of confusion marring her features. Wellsie tossed her a smile as the van came to a stop.
“You don’t have a resting bitch face.”
A bark of laughter came from the driver’s seat and it was Wellsie’s turn to shake her head.
“It was a joke, hon. We’re here.”
Trig hopped out but not before calling out, “Game faces, people.”
Yes, it was time for them to focus. They had Lang balls to hunt. Wellsie snickered. She recalled B.B. once saying to Isa that she wouldn’t mind seeing the guy strung up by his danglers. Wellsie would love to make good on that request for her friend and the true reason behind her joining the team.
* * *
Wellsie took out the sketch that Proph had put together based upon the description that Paul provided them. She was watching the crowd as she got into position. The glint from Trig’s gun told her that he was in place on the roof directly across from her. Sabrina, Charlie, and Hounder were on the ground inside the airport.
Lang was set to board a flight for Washington in a few hours. Paul had claimed he didn’t have any information on why Lang was heading to Washington and not remaining in Nevada where Ghost and the rest of the team were. The man had confirmed that Lang had been targeting them so that he could get them out of the way.
“Sight.”
Trig’s voice was as clear as if he were sitting right next to her and not the hundred or so yards he was from her. He was in place and had eyes on Sabrina. Wellsie focused her sight on her scope and saw that Hounder was in position as well as Charlie.
“Seen.”
Ghost came on the comms with a slight bit of static. That wasn’t supposed to be there.
“Interference.”
She agreed with Trig’s assessment. Something wasn’t right. If there was something causing crackles in their comms, it meant there was another set of comms online. It was a set of comms that were closely related to the frequency Proph had put in place for them. There was only one other group that had that set of comms.
“Proph, scan your formula.”
“Already on it.”
Wellsie recalled Hounder stating the face in the drawing looked vaguely familiar. He couldn’t recall from where so they’d all let it go. The feeling of uneasiness made her wish they would’ve taken another moment before venturing out on this journey. There was a bigger picture and Wellsie knew it, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. It rubbed her the wrong way.
“Out. Command!”
Ghost’s command for the team to return but not to their base of operations meant something was going on. That uneasy feeling increased exponentially as she packed up her gear and hauled ass to get back to the van.
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Ellie Keys is a Mystery/Thriller and Romance author. The more diabolical the read the better. One of her pet peeves is being able to guess the ending before she gets there. She also enjoys reading all things romance, whether it’s paranormal, mythological, mystery or contemporary doesn’t matter. Her favorite things to do are mostly centered around books. Other pastimes are going to the movies, playing around on social media and she’s addicted to word games: Scrabble, Text Twist, Wheel of Fortune. Cookie Jam and Bubble Witch have commandeered her free time lately.
  
  
  
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