Blackguard Hunters Series by Ellie Keys (First Chapters – 5)

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****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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“She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor- -Winter is dead.”

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Blackguard Hunters Series by Ellie Keys (First Chapters – 4)

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****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.

Charlie’s Activation is Book 4 and tells the story of Charles Hitchens. The story of the youngest member of the crew and his surprise initiation into the field agent status. His unlikely partner surprises him when she goes against her “sex and nothing more” rule. He was all for it because he can’t have anything serious in his life even if it is the best experience he’s ever had. Is it willing to let go of it just because his hands are tied? 

Here is chapter one:

“Hold on a minute! You want me to impersonate a captain. I’m a petty officer. Do you know what that means?”

Charlie’s voice raised an octave as the details of the mission were relayed to him by the lead dog in charge, Brian “Ghost” Wallace. This was something he’d been wanting for the last two years. Taking off to save Brian and Trig a few months back finally nudged his superior officer in the right direction. It helped that every other member of the team endorsed his request. He was finally taking point on an op and he was scared shitless. He was especially frightened to death of the fact that he was being sent in impersonating a rank well above his pay grade.

“Yes. I know damn well what that means. Who better to impersonate someone of that caliber than a person that has had to take orders from one?”

Ghost looked as if he were running short on patience. Charlie hated when the head of the crew got like that. It usually meant that there would be hell to pay for someone soon. He didn’t need this opportunity to be snatched away before he was able to showcase what he’d learned from each of the members of the team and prove that he was more than a fact checker.

It still didn’t stop him from feeling a great desire to piss himself in that moment. He had to stop his thoughts from going the way they were. There was a lot riding on the information that he needed to obtain. He was going to have to get over himself. Charlie just had to make one more attempt at getting the magnitude of his “part” out into the open. It was more for his benefit than anyone else’s.

“I don’t think you get this. I’ve always been that guy in the background. I’ve never been at the forefront because I didn’t want to be the focus of anyone’s attention. I think I might be happy staying in the place of the follower.”

With an exasperated sigh, Ghost stood and began to make his way around the large conference room table.

“Charlie Boy. Charles. The team needs this. You are going to have to be the one to do this. We’re counting on you. Plus, you won’t be totally alone.”

“Really? You just said that no one else on the team can go in because they’re all too well known. Plus, half the team is too pregnant to enter the fray. Who else do you have? What ace in the hole is getting ready to take on the role of my sidekick?”

Just then a leggy blonde with honey tones in her skin and hair walked into the room. The waves of that hair fell around her shoulders. The hazel brown of her eyes sparkled like jewels. Charles’ body was at full attention and in major response mode as the curvaceous woman sauntered into the room.

Ace is exactly what he was thinking. Just so you know I’m nobody’s sidekick, sweetheart. Hey Ghost. Missed you.”

Charlie didn’t miss the “humph” that came from Isa’s direction. Neither did her husband, if the playful smirk that crossed his lips was any indicator.

“Yeah, I know, Ace, with every bullet thus far. Charles Hitchens meet Sabrina Allen. She will be going on this op with you as our in-house back up. Ace, Charles Hitchens or Charlie Boy needs to lead on this one. You can cue him, but it is his to work. He knows the territory better than you do.”

Brian moved to stand next to Trig and they shared a look. Charlie didn’t understand it, but Ghost nodded in response to whatever the unspoken statement was.

“I just bet he does. Can’t wait to see what kind of hands on approach happens with this one.”

Sabrina moved directly in front of Charlie and deliberately rubbed her body against his. There may have been some snickers, but he didn’t hear them because all functioning organs shut down as one rose to the occasion.

“Oh shit! Charlie Boy is in trouble. Dammit, if I weren’t already in love then I might …”

“Please Hounder finish that thought. I want you to finish that statement as I tote around yet another growth of your sperm in my belly. It will be your last statement and child.”

“Retract the claws, Sharp baby. You might want to be a little nicer to me this time around. Tommy Jr. looks exactly like me. Do you want our little girl looking the same?”

Wellsie smirked and produced her knife.

“I don’t mind the looks, handsome. It’s the nature of the man that I call into question. If what’s mine goes hunting elsewhere, believe me, you’ll wish you never had.”

“Aces!”

“Well, now we know how she got her name.”

Sabrina’s smile was huge as she turned her wattage in Hounder’s direction.

“Hell yes! I knew I was going to love it here. Are all of the women as fiery as she is? If so, I’m about to have a fucking blast!” Sabrina pumped her fist in the air before turning and grabbing hold to Charlie’s collar. “Come on, Charlie Boy. Let’s get to your training. Everything we do has to be second nature if this thing is going to be believable. I suggest we fuck to get the sexual tension out of the way. See you later, guys.”

Charlie felt like his balls were in his throat. Hounder’s nervous chuckle let him know that Wellsie hadn’t removed the blade from the base of the man’s nut sack. Trig’s tip of the hat said he knew better than to speak with Sam in the area. Apparently, Brian was immune to Sabrina’s charms or Isa’s presence ensured his inability to respond.

Instead, Brian called the rest of the team back into the main conference room. Some had dispersed to make some phone calls as part of their information gathering projects. No one else appeared to care that the woman who was just introduced to the group had stated the two of them, he and she, were getting ready to fuck and “get it over with.”

He should be worried, but he wasn’t. No, Charlie was on high alert and hopeful that this woman would make good on her statement.

Sabrina led them to a fancy town car equipped with a driver. The man nodded in response to the woman’s nod. She slid in first allowing her exposed legs to be the last thing in the backseat of the car. Her already short black skirt slid further up her legs. The view had Charlie trying his damndest not to swallow his own tongue. As soon as he was seated, she pushed a lever to put up the partition that blocked the view of the driver to the backseat.

“Morris, thirty minutes then to the place. Yes?”

“Yes ma’am,” was the driver’s immediate response before he disappeared behind the dark glass.

“Okay. Let’s see.”

She moved like a cat. Her mouth was on his and her tongue was sweeping in before the glass was completely in place. She moaned softly and he jumped in his pants.

“Like that, do you?”

Her hand had been placed on the seat, right between his thighs. She must have felt the movement. That same hand moved to undo his belt, jean button, then his zipper. Her hand was on him and stroking his length as if she held ownership of it. In that moment, she might as well have tattooed her name on it because he damn sure wasn’t any longer in control. When her mouth descended, he groaned. With the first flick of her tongue, he almost jolted out of his seat. The motion had him just that excited. He’d never had a woman as forward with him as she was.

They’d known each other five minutes and she already had hold of his balls. The beauty of the warmth of her mouth and the little flicks of the head of him had him wanting more. Charlie groaned and felt the tickle of her breath as she chuckled. His hands were in her hair as she moved to take him fully into her mouth. Sabrina let him guide her for a few moments before she took control of her motions again.

Lifting her head, she moved to sit back on the seat. Slipping her panties off, she guided his hand between her legs. One leg fell to the back of the seat, as the other hung off the other side. He was allowed to stroke and thumb her clit before having two of his fingers licked by her sensationally warm tongue, then guided between her legs and deep within her. After a few moments, she led those same fingers to his mouth and had him suck them off before taking them into her own. She produced a condom and put it on before straddling him. Once she was there, Sabrina kissed him long and hard. All he could do was enjoy the ride. Keeping a steady yet fast pace, they both soon fell into a feeling of fucking oblivion. He came down from the high of his embarrassingly quick orgasm to her fixing her skirt. She slid him back into the security of his briefs before sliding her panties into his pocket.

“That was fucking hot,” he breathed out.

“But wait, there’s more.”

The car stopped. Had it been thirty minutes already? She stepped from the car and walked around to his side. When they had both exited the car, he realized they were in front of a townhouse. It was a pretty standard looking home from the outside. Taking his hand, she led him up the stairs to the porch. Producing a key from a purse he hadn’t realized she had, she unlocked the door. Before the door was secured, she was pulling clothes from her body.

“You can have me any way you want me today, tonight, and tomorrow morning. Every surface in this house is available for your use. After that, we get down to business. I figure, if we’re selling possessiveness, then you have to possess me. You can’t do that if you don’t know every inch of my body like the back of your hand. Now strip, Charlie Boy, and fuck me until you can’t fuck me anymore then fuck me again.”

“With pleasure.”

For the next thirty-three hours, that is what he did. There wasn’t a surface of that two-story home that hadn’t been touched by one or more parts of their body.

“Fuck if that shit wasn’t the best I’ve ever had. I’m going to allow you another hour, Petty Officer. I need to know when I ache it’s because I’ve been filled by you.”

“More than a mouthful. It doesn’t matter which opening you take me. I’ll fill it as many times as you want me to.”

“I can definitely vouch for that.”

His lips met hers and he couldn’t get between her legs fast enough. Their phones rang simultaneously as he began to take her against the wall of the main hall. He was pounding into her as the familiar ringtone that said Brian was calling rang out in the house. They shared a look that said they weren’t stopping until they’d climaxed. His first thought was for them to finish what they’d started, but knew that they didn’t have time for those kinds of antics. They would both have to settle for one more climax before hightailing it back to headquarters.

“Harder. Please, Charlie Boy. Just a little bit …”

“Come on. You’re there. I know what’s mine. Give. Me. My. Fucking. REWARD!”

They both detonated at the same time their phones began to ring again.

“Damn, if he doesn’t have perfect timing.”

Charlie slid from her and felt a slight bit of pride mixed with shame as he felt the evidence that he hadn’t been wearing a condom begin to run down her thigh. He looked at Sabrina and she just shrugged.

“We will deal with that when it becomes an issue. I am not going to say I regret any parts of what just happened. It felt too damn good to say it was wrong.”

With that, she turned to grab her ringing phone from the floor. He swatted her ass making her yelp as she answered.

“Allen.”

He walked over and slid his hand under her chin. Kissing her, he moved to hit the speaker icon on her phone.

“… enough time. I hope the two of you have completed your fuck fest because we’ve got work to do. Your asses need to be clothed and here within twenty. Done?”

“Yes Sir.”

Both had responded at the same time. He could just see Brian shaking his head. The line went dead right after they responded.

“I believe I need to get you clean, Ace. I want to put one in the hole before I do that.”

“We have twenty minutes. I don’t think …” she looked down and changed her response. “Never mind. Let’s get that pole working, shall we?”

As promised, they were in the offices in twenty minutes. Their hair was still wet, but they were both clean, clothed and beyond satisfied.

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Blackguard Hunters Series by Ellie Keys (First Chapters – 3)

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****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.

Sam’s Communication is Book  and tells the story of Samantha Davis. The story delves into the lives of Trig and Taps. Both are seeming happy individuals and work will together in every aspect of their lives. the two have been there for one another . Even armed with that knowledge, there is something that Sam is keeping from Trig. Will she make the right choice and confess or will she hold fast to her secret long enough to lose him?

It shares how he brought the team together and a little-known fact about his past. The woman who held his heart is now a member of his new team. How shall this man deal with working with someone who chose to walk away from him years ago?

Here is chapter one:

“Sam, it’s been a whole month. What’s going on?”

B.B’s voice came through the phone loud and clear. It wasn’t the only thing that came over the airwaves. Her concern seeped through just as clearly.

“Aww. Look at the soon-to-be ‘mama’ again showing concern for someone else. I’m touched.”

B.B.’s derisive snort came through the phone just before she verbally squelched any sentimental moment the two of them might have had.

“Woman please! This call is purely for selfish reasons alone.”

Sam covered the smile that was threatening as if she could be seen on her phone. It wasn’t as if they were video chatting.

“Enlighten me.”

A loud sucking noise came through the phone before B.B. began to speak.

“One, you said this thing you were doing wasn’t going to take long. I believe it was said to have a ‘two week minimum’ fact collecting time frame on it. Two, my scheduled check up is in a few days. A certain doctor friend stated they would be around for the procedure which is exactly thirty-six hours after that appointment. Third, you are supposed to be on the committee for this surprise event that Brian’s putting together. It was your idea. I’ve been roped into it as a stand-in and I seriously don’t appreciate it. When are you getting back? Why are you dodging everyone else’s calls, including Trig’s?”

That was the million dollar question and the one she’d been avoiding like a pregnant woman avoids the scale. She just wasn’t ready to give up on her mission. All of the members of her team had told her it was a lost cause, but she couldn’t believe that. The man had been rerouting her and rescheduling their “get togethers” since the moment she touched down in Washington. Sam should take the hint, but she wouldn’t be the woman that he raised her to be if she had.

“I’m not ready to give up on getting him alone in a room, B.B. Everyone else is telling me to let this go or we’ll figure out another way to get the information. I’m actually getting pissed off because I know for a fact that he knows something. It has to be huge too because he’s done everything in his power to make sure he is unavailable. Plus, my being in the area has allowed me to touch bases with some of my old connections who recently had interactions with my brother. I really believe what we thought was going on and Jeremy’s role in it might not be accurate. This isn’t his little sister talking either. This is the investigative individual who wants someone to answer for involving my kid in some fucked up bid for power and money. Plus, I made contact with the guy who was supposed to be my brother’s boss and he told me that Jeremy left his company years ago to become some big wig with one of those lettered outfits.”

“Are you saying that Jeremy may have been working with the CIA or FBI or something?” B.B.’s side of the call went quiet for so long that Sam had to pull the phone from her ear to make sure she hadn’t dropped the call. “I don’t know, Sam. You might be reaching. I’ll ask Eli to check into any connection like that, but we may be digging into an empty ditch here.”

“I know. I’m just trying to make sense of all of this. Hey, do you know if Proph had any findings on Jeremy looking into my ex? One of the females that Jeremy was close with implied that he was trying to find answers on what Paul was doing while I was at the office. I’d assumed the jerk was finding ways to be better at his job since I knew his goal was to work directly with my father. Apparently, I might have been wrong about that, amongst other things.”

“Yeah babe? She wants to know if you have anything that said J. Wilkens might’ve been investigating P. Wilde.” She heard movement before a gruff voice could be heard then B.B.’s rare giggle. “You’re an idiot. If this kid comes out growling, it will be all your fault. You animal. He just handed me a folder.”

“What was that about Proph being an animal?”

B.B. chuckled before responding. “Oh, the only male in the house has decided that he wants to prep the soon-to-be other male in the house for some of his crazy ass antics like the growling he just did. He tends to growl then place kisses over my stomach every time he sees me. I swear this kid attempts to respond every time he does it. His foot or hand gets to moving across my skin and the big goof that my husband is just beams with some moronic pride.” Sam heard him yell something but couldn’t quite make it out. “It is too moronic. I will not have this house turned into a three-ring circus. Oh shit. I sounded just like my father just then. You see what you did!”

Sam was outright laughing by the time B.B. yelled the last statement.

“Okay. What’s in the folder?”

“There may be something to your theory. There are notes here. I don’t know if they’re official or not, but someone was trying to figure out what your ex was doing during his down time. Do you want me to share this with the team while you try again to reach your father?”

“If you don’t mind, I’d be ever so grateful. I promise this is my last attempt. I’ll be flying out this evening. I think Ming is over the whole hotel experience. Plus, I believe we’re both missing a certain sharp shooter something fierce.”

“He misses you guys, too. He’s grumpier than normal when you aren’t around. I’ll bring the team up to speed and see you tomorrow. The line will revert back to unsecure as soon as we hang up. Be safe.”

“You too. I’ll brief you guys when I’m back in the state. Have Proph kiss the belly for me, will you?”

“Yeah, I think he’s got that covered already. Get away. Damn. I can’t get anything done if you’re attached to me and don’t even attempt to make that dirty.”

B.B. laughed and forced a bye into the receiver before the line went dead. If Sam knew Proph, he was probably torturing her by tickling her. What she wouldn’t do was think about what he was tickling to get her to elicit the sound that she’d made before their call ended.

Taking a deep breath, Sam picked up the phone again and dialed the number she knew by heart.

“General Wilkens office, Leslie speaking, how may I assist you?”

“Hey Leslie, this is Samantha Wil …”

“Oh, hi Sam. I was just getting ready to give you a call. Are you and Ming Nai available for lunch this afternoon? Your father has a two-hour opening and is looking forward to seeing you. He wants to send a car to pick you up. He also told me to make sure it’s set for your favorite place to make up for the fact that he hasn’t been available this month.”

Sam looked at the phone then back out the window she’d been periodically peering out of. That was a welcome change. In fact, it had been the welcome she’d been initially expecting when she’d shown up four weeks ago.

“Good. Sounds good to me. He wouldn’t happen to be available right now, would he?”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Wilkens, he’s not. He’s walking into a meeting right now.”

“Figures,” Sam mumbled to herself. “What time should we expect the car?”

“12:15. Oh, should I have given that to you in military time? Your father has been working on making sure everyone around here understands both.”

Sam smiled as she responded. “No, Leslie, it’s not necessary. I understand both, so we’re good. Thank you. Have a nice day.”

They said their goodbyes and Sam began getting her and Ming set to meet with her father in the few hours they had before the two would be picked up. This time Sam wasn’t going to tell Ming Nai that they were going to see her grandfather. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with an upset little girl as they traveled back home if her father disappointed them again.

* * *

A few hours later and Sam was getting more pissed off by the second. Every attempt to garner her father’s attention long enough to focus on one of her questions was thwarted.

Sam had forgotten that her father had been too busy with everything Paul and possibly Jeremy that he hadn’t had an opportunity to see his granddaughter since they rescued her. A light bulb flashed on as she sat watching the two of them interact.

“The only reason you agreed to meet with me is due to the fact that you found out I wasn’t alone, isn’t it?”

Her father gave her a look that told her he wasn’t going to spend his lunch answering a bunch of different probing questions from his daughter.

“Jiiji, are we going to see your office before mama and me have to leave today?”

Jiiji is short for ojiisan and baaba is short for obaasan. The terms mean grandfather and grandmother in turn. Those are the Japanese terms that Ming Nai latched on to when Sam’s mother began teacher her little girl the language. Ming Nai has so much of her grandmother in her and takes after the woman that Sam couldn’t help but name her daughter something with an Asian flare. Trying to please both aspects of the family proved to be difficult. Her mother finally relented that she would give in on the name if she was allowed to teach her granddaughter about Japanese customs and the language. Paul hadn’t cared about that part because his parents had cared about the naming of the child. The education of said child was given solely to the parental unit.

Sam watched as her father smiled down at Ming Nai and found herself feeling a little jealous of her daughter. There was a time when she received those looks of adoration from her father. Over the last few months all Sam had received from her father was the cold shoulder and glares of disgust or guilt. Sometimes, she couldn’t determine the difference.

“Do you want to, Little Bug? When are you getting on that big plane to go back home, so I know when we can go see my office?”

Sam knew what her father was doing. He was trying to deduce how long she’d be around to bother him. His salt and pepper hair looked like more gray had appeared in it since the last time she’d seen him a week or two ago.

“Tonight. Right mama?”

“Yes, little beauty, we are. Dad?”

With an exasperated sigh, he looked at her and said, “What you’re inquiring about I have no knowledge to share. This may be something you should probably let go of. Besides, I didn’t encourage this team to come together to investigate this matter. The crew was set in motion for a retrieval mission. You gathered, you concurred, you obtained, and now you should move on.”

Sam blinked at the vehemence of her father’s tone. She decided to match his with one of her own, but added a sugary sweetness to it so Ming wouldn’t catch on.

“The team wasn’t put together for a one-off either. You don’t put that kind of group together and expect them not to have a desire to do more, be more. The intimate nature of this mission condones every action the team has taken. I wish the same could be said for others.”

“If you knew, you might change how you feel about the entire thing.”

What was that supposed to mean?

Her father shut down after that. They communicated with Ming Nai but not with one another. It remained that way for the duration of their visit. Their hug was purely for the benefit of putting on a show for Ming. Nothing had been resolved save for the fact that her father didn’t want her investigating the issue. Later that evening, they said their goodbyes. She and Ming Nai grabbed their belongings from the hotel, checked out, made their way to the airport, then their flight.

They were homeward bound and Sam couldn’t help but be thrilled about it. She missed her friends and the family unit they’d created within the crew. Guess there was truth to that saying, “Family isn’t defined by the blood in your veins, but by those that are there for you when you need them the most.”

Her bloodline kind of sucked right now, so she was living proof of that quote.

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Blackguard Hunters Series by Ellie Keys (First Chapters – 2)

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Belinda’s Mission is Book 2 and tells the story of Belinda Banneker. She is a hard-nosed, fierce female that doesn’t take any mess from anyone. B.B. walked away from a man that she was too afraid to be with. Working closely with him and dealing with a blast from her past doesn’t help matters. Will she be able to handle both of these situations and not lose herself to the fear that caused her to run the first time around?

Here is chapter one:

The Seduction – Chapter 1

 

Belinda stood at the front door of the offices of J.H.C. Inc. and couldn’t help staring at the wall. The moniker mounted in the center of the wall was something that paid homage to Brian Wallace’s time as a Marine. He was their “Lead Dog” and the man that decided to turn something derogatory into something good. He was good like that. The man always had been and always would be. She smiled at the thought of what this building represented.

The men and women that roamed the halls and held offices on the third floor of the building couldn’t be more different, but they were united for one common goal. That goal was to protect those who came seeking their aide. The honor code the Jarhead Hunting Crew held dear spilled over into the motto of the company.

Finding those that don’t want to be found and some who need to be. Honor, Loyalty, and Commitment to the cause. That’s our decree.

B.B. was proud to part of the team. Her purpose for the day was to get a certain team member to have some form of outward reaction to her. The man was working her last nerve. She was growing tired of trying to get him to see her.

On that day, she’d opted for fitted jeans and a v-neck shirt. Both were dark in color. One was looser than the other. She kind of hated herself for feeling the need to wear anything slightly enticing, but there was a man in the office that needed to be reminded of who she was. Her long, waist-length hair shined a gorgeous hue of red as she walked in the front door. It hung loose and swept against her ass as she moved. Her masculine combat boots were traded for a heeled version and her hardened, almost goth-like make-up was softened.

If one were to flash back eight or nine years, they would’ve found the look had been her staple. It had been the way she looked when she’d first crossed paths with one, Mr. Elijah Reynolds, Prophet to the crew. The clean cut, buttoned-up way he dressed had caught her attention even then. He’d been beautiful, a light when her world was dark and ugly. Why then had she run as fast as her feet could carry her in the direction opposite of where he was waiting for her? It was the fear of leaning on him for her happiness that had her running as far away from that Miami beach as she possibly could.

Belinda had been there. She’d been dressed in a gorgeous white dress with lace—one that still hung in a bag in the back of her closet—with the gentle summer breeze softly lifting the hem of her calf-length dress. Her hair had been styled in soft waves by her friend, Kitty. The woman had followed her all over the world without a second thought. Katherine Milton had stated on many occasions that her “big ass” didn’t have anything else to do in her twenties.

“Why in fuck wouldn’t I take the chance on my friend and attempt to enjoy all this world has to offer? Your ass didn’t marry the ‘pope man’ and allow me to live vicariously through you. If you do, then we settle down. I’ll go ahead and let one of these guys chasing my tits around the globe saddle me with some babies while you get your freak on with Prophet.”

Forever the hopeless romantic, Kitty would never let go of the notion that she and Eli would get back together. Belinda didn’t hold out for that to become a truth. There was so much that had happened, so much time had passed, and so many things kept secret that she couldn’t even hope for a reconciliation to be an option. Yet, there she stood, looking like her former self, and heading into an office where the very man worked. She took a deep breath and flipped open the paper to take her mind off of what she’d put into motion. The headline caught her eye.

Victim Seeks to Find Attacker

Brooklyn Hamilton and her brother have decided to put their attacker’s crime out front for all to see. They are asking for any information on the whereabouts of this man.

“That ignorant bitch,” she said as she walked in the door.

Thomas “Hounder” Madison and all of his Cuban hotness looked up from the magazine he’d been thumbing through to see who’d walked in the door. When he saw it was her, he just smirked.

“Feeling better, I see, B.B.”

“Don’t say another word, Hounder, or you’ll be Thomas for the rest of the week.”

The smile on his face faltered as Trevor “Trig” Marshall and Brian “Ghost” Wallace chuckled. They came out of one of the smaller meeting rooms as she walked the hall of offices to get to her own.

“That wasn’t very nice, B.B. I was genuinely asking out of concern. You don’t have to go pulling out my first name on me.”

“What is he whining about now?” Samantha “Taps” Davis asked as she came out of the exam room that was the second space in the “Hall of offices.”

The first office was Eli’s, as to be expected since he was the one that kept security on point. There was an undetectable scanner built into the walls, floor, and ceiling overhead as each person took a step in the main hall. Alarms sounded if unregistered weapons crossed the walk. The exam room was the space next door to Eli’s office. Next door to that was Isa’s office then Brian’s office and then the major conference room at the end of the hall. All of that was on the right.

As a person walked the hall on the left would be Wellsie’s, Hounder’s, B.B.’s then Trig’s offices before one hit the turn in the hallway just outside of the main conference room. The hall continued and led to the kitchen, lounge, printing station, the Tech room, artillery or weapons room, locker/recreation area and Charlie Boy’s office. That was pretty much the third floor and offices of J.H.C. Inc.

The other spaces owned by the J.H.C. company were housed on the second floor. The spa, workout area, and additional office space was on located there. All of it was wired into a computer system that sent live feeds to Eli’s computer and was armed with the highest tech in security because Proph was a fucking genius.

Thinking of Eli caused her to snap back to reality. While she was lost in thought, apparently Brian had entered the exam room next to Sam’s office. Eli and Brian exited the room at the same moment.

It was odd that the two guys were coming out of the doctor’s exam room instead of one of the offices or the conference room. It was even more interesting if the person in the room was who she thought it was.

“Not whining,” Hounder yelled up the hall then grumbled something under his breath.

“Nothing important,” B.B. stated as she determined what was going on. “How’s Wellsie doing?”

“Stubborn as hell and even more frustrating.”

Hounder stood leaning next to the door with his arms folded, peering down at the two of them. B.B. did a double take then gave Sam a look of question. She hadn’t expected Hounder to be standing that close to her. The downfall of dealing with the lot of this crew is each of their ability to be stealthy. Looking at the crease in his forehead, B.B. figured out what his issue was. Well, the issue besides her giving him grief.

“That’s what has you on edge. Your girl is getting to you.”

B.B. smiled at the usually cool, calm, and flirty Cuban. He and Wellsie had been together for a couple months prior to anyone finding out about the two of them being their own little unit. All were even more surprised to learn that she was carrying his baby. Ever since that day, they’d been two halves of a whole and the cutest in-house pairing next to Brian and Isa.

Wellsie “One Shot” Sharp was officially in the final month of her pregnancy and Hounder was losing his fucking mind. Every time she moved funny or had a hitch in her breath, the man was on edge. He was driving Wellsie to want to kick his ass and kiss him stupid all at the same time. She loved and loathed how attentive he was.

“This time it was good for him to be on edge. I’m not an OB/GYN, but I know when a woman is in labor. You were right, Hounder, she’s in the early stages of labor and her contractions have just started. Your babies are trying to make an early appearance.”

“Babies?” B.B. asked.

If they were having more than one, then that was news to her. Had she been that out of the loop that she’d missed the announcement that Wellsie was having more than one baby? The Hamilton case had been her main focus over the last few months, especially since she believed that it was tied to her stalker. Eli’s rich, smooth voice had her fighting her body not to react. She fought like hell not to tremble at his proximity or his sexy as fuck sound.

“Yes, Ball Buster, they are having twins. They announced it a couple of months ago. You’ve been a little …”

She didn’t know why but her immediate response was to defend herself.

“Preoccupied doing my job? Yes, I know. Thank you for the breakdown. Congrats! I’m assuming a bus is …”

Just as she was speaking, the quick beep sounded to let them know that the ambulance was in the bay area on the main floor. Inwardly, she chastised herself for opening her big mouth with a snarky response. Eli only smirked in response but it was enough to make her want to retract her statement. That wasn’t the response she’d wanted from him.

Hounder’s hand motion snapped her out of her inner browbeating.

“Gotta go, guys.”

Hounder’s eyes were lit with glee and his stance was one of a nervous father-to-be. He took off for the elevator as Sam opened the door to a very pregnant Wellsie being assisted by Isa and Charlie Boy into a wheelchair. B.B. was surprised Hounder hadn’t been in the room.

“Fuck! Thomas Emory Madison, I’m going to fucking kill you for making me go through this,” Wellsie screamed. “I had a plate of crab legs waiting on me.”

On second thought, maybe it was a good thing that he wasn’t in there with her.

“I know, babe. I made them for you,” he called from the elevator.

“Don’t you ‘babe’ me. I’m not some fucking cutesy pig. Are you implying I’m a porker? I’ll have you know that this weight is the weight from your fucking babies, asshole. You couldn’t just get me pregnant, could you? Had to have your fucking super sperm hit me with a damn double whammy about to split my fucking ass in two, didn’t you?” Wellsie tilted her head and they quickly learned that no one was safe from her wrath. “What the fuck are you two behemoths laughing at? I feel bad for the two that fuck you. Can you imagine the size of those fucking kids? I’m surprise Isa’s shit knit back to-fucking-gether. Sam watch out! Fuuuck! This shit hurts. Hounder, you and that fucking fat ass cock are not getting anywhere near me or any of my holes again. I don’t care if I beg for it. The women of this office better remind themselves of this SHIT. RIGHT. FUCKING. HERE!” The group walked onto the elevator with a screaming Wellsie. After a few moments, things were quiet before her soft, pain-filled voice could be heard again. “Hounder, come here and hold my hand. Baby, please.”

He was there before she finished saying his name.

“I’m here, One. I’m here. You are …”

He began their phrase.

“My one, my only … my everything, as you are …”

Wellsie breathed out while leaning her head against his shoulder and breathing.

“Mine. Always …”

“And FOREVER. I think your fucking babies are trying to rip their way out of me, T. Baby, I’m going to have be knocked out if this shit feels like this now.”

“Don’t,” Isa said to Sam as the elevator doors closed.

B.B.’s phone buzzed with a message. It was from Brian.

Brian W.: Hamiltons coming in. two hours max. Once Wells is settled. Team will return. Discuss stats if no one back yet.

Brooklyn and her older brother, Landon, had practically moved into an apartment that the team kept not far from the offices. It was supposed to be a place for the team to crash if they didn’t want to make the trips to their respective homes. Each of them had a locker in the rec center locker room and a “go” bag in their offices. That spot allowed them a place to go and take a breath if needed. Working with the tough as nails group that she did made that apartment a more than necessary expense just like the recreation center or their weapons room.

B.B. was happy to know that she was going to be the one to meet with the Hamiltons. She had some choice words for that little female. With everything that was going on, no one else could possibly have had the opportunity to read the morning paper. It was then that she realized she was left in the offices with the Italian.

“Brian says the Hamiltons will be in soon. I’ve got some stuff to take care of before Brook gets here.”

The lobby area was so quiet that B.B. felt like she’d been talking to herself. B.B. turned to discover that she actually had been because the man she’d been talking to hadn’t heard a word she’d said. His eyes were focused on her ass. When she turned and gave him her front, his eyes traveled up to the swell of her breasts. Outwardly rolling her eyes, but inwardly doing a little dance, she started to walk by him.

“Lindy, did you dress for me?” he asked while following her to her office.

“You wish, Proph, and don’t call me that name,” she said as she continued up the hallway toward her office

“I do, Lindy. You know I do. It’s the reason I asked you to give me a sign to let me know that you’re ready for all I’m ready to give.”

“That statement sounds like more than just the second chance you proposed.”

B.B. had stopped at her desk and turned to face him. Eli stepped directly in front of her and looked down into her eyes. The hypnotizing pools of his deep blue eyes had her thinking of night skies. It had her thinking of all of the nights he’d made love to her on the beach that they’d planned to get married on. Why in the hell had she thought of that with this man just inches away from her?

“It is, Belinda. It so fucking is more. Say. The. Word.”

She’d cast her gaze to the floor after the thoughts of their previous time together had taken her in a direction she shouldn’t go. Upon hearing his usually serious voice growl out a command aimed at her, she had to admit that her grip tightened on the desk she’d been leaning against. Her focus went back to his eyes. Those eyes were filled with heat and something else. It was the something else that had her nodding her head.

“Oh no, Belinda. I want the words.”

“Yes, Eli.”

The plea that had been a subtle version of the response she truly wanted to give him to the look he gave her became a full on blaze of heat that he unleashed in the taking of her mouth. The kiss was full of everything. She could feel the joy, the hope, and the ever pressing need to have them connected. When she moved to grab hold to his ass, she was met with slightly exposed flesh. As she tried to pull back so she could catch a glimpse of what it was that she’d been missing all of these years, he moved with her. Her pants and boy shorts were being pulled off of her ass. He broke the kiss long enough to snatch her clothing down her legs.

“Lindy, shit. I can’t stop.”

He had just stood again and pressed against her. When she opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, he took control of it again before pressing himself between her legs. Pulling her knees up around his waist, he moved forward. His hand moved between them and she felt him. Every last inch of him pressed into her and she groaned. This groan had an added moan to it because she was disappointed with the fact that she didn’t get the chance to see him all large, extended, and fully in charge of what was about to go down between them.

“Eli. Yeeeesssss! I sooooooo missed this.”

Eli rocked into her as she grabbed hold to a handful of his hair and kissed him with everything that she had. He slowly rocked into her then pulled out. He repeated those motions until she was sure she’d fucking levitated off the desk and was floating on a cloud.

“No, no, Lindy. You don’t get to escape me. I want you here with me. I want you to feel every motion, every emotion, every wave of ecstasy as I take us into oblivion. When I swell to release, I want your walls to clamp down and drain all that I have into you. We’re then going to do this shit all over again so you’ll never attempt to do what you did to me before … ever again. This is my time and you will stay with me in this moment, while feeling me well into next week. Got me?” he growled as he switched his trajectory, making her body arch as delicious waves of pleasure crashed through her body over and over again.

“Fuck yes! I GOT YOOOUUU!”

She couldn’t help the scream that felt like it was ripped from her throat. Her vocal chords were straining with the force of the release.

“That … that was magnifico, bella amore. Let’s see if I can get another before I coat perfection with my essence, yes?”

Her beautiful Italian didn’t slow his pace one bit. He rode out her climax and carried her already satisfied ass into another state of bliss. Only then did he allow himself to join her. He held her legs apart as he’d watched their bodies join. She couldn’t help but watch as well when he’d smiled with glee before slamming into her and grinding into her. His deep penetration affirmed that she would feel him for at least the next week. When he finally tumbled over into sated bliss, he kissed her. It was a promise of more where that came from. Feeling him fill her was enough to send her into her third orgasm.

As she came back down, she noticed that his attention wasn’t completely on her. He was wearing a sexy smirk that said he’d been watching her for a little bit before she returned from her blissful cloud.

“Where are they?” she heard the familiar voice ask.

Her eyes were as big as plates when she looked at the smug look on Eli’s face. He didn’t make a move to slide out of her. In fact, the only move he made was a twitch of his dick and an arching of his eyebrow when she made to move.

B.B.’s mind was reeling. She was trying to figure out what she could say when her office door was flung open and they were literally caught with their pants down. The two of them would not hear the end of it and they would be the butt of every joke for the next … well, forever. Anytime some similar situation was brought up this would be the incident everyone would refer back to. Attempting to move again, she tightened her thighs then lifted her leg to try and pull her leg around his solid body. Sometime during the second round, he’d pulled his shirt over his head. The t-shirt was around his neck and shoulders, which meant his amazing chest and abs were on display for her to see.

“Please move more for me. It gets me that much more excited,” he whispered as she felt him grow more between her legs.

Dipping his head, he nibbled on her nipple through her clothes. His motion locked her leg in place as he rubbed his thumb along the area of her body that wasn’t filled or covered by his lower half. The gentle swirling motion coupled with the feel of his teeth made her bite back a moan. B.B. groaned and he shushed her.

“You don’t want him to know what I’m doing to you, do you?”

He swiveled his hips and she felt the delicious feeling of him being accepted within her depths again. How in the hell was it possible for her to want him so soon after he’d just taken her?

“Eli … mmm … he’s going to know … yesss … mmm, hmm … he’s going to know any minute anyway.  Fuck … that feels good,” she moaned as he quickened his motions and swallowed her next words.

A knock sounded on the door, yet Eli continued his stroke as if he didn’t care that someone was getting ready to walk in the office and expose them for all they were worth. They were two horny as fuck adults giving in to their base needs. B.B. tried to pull her mouth away from his intoxicating kiss, but he grabbed hold to the back of her neck and kept her in place. Rubbing against that sweet spot she tried to moan her displeasure at his continuation of their coupling, but it only sounded like an approval.

B.B. didn’t think it was physically possible, but Eli drove deeper within her. His massaging of her exposed breast made her want her next orgasm as much as she wanted her next breath.

The knock came again and the handle jiggled as she felt the sign of need for release rising.

“Hey B.B., I know you probably don’t want to be bothered since your door is locked and all, but will you let Proph know when he comes back from wherever he went that the info he and Ghost asked me to pull on the Hamilton case is on the external drive under ‘ham.’ Thanks. Gotta go. Hounder’s waiting for Wellsie’s bag.”

Eli continued as if they hadn’t been about to be busted. He waited for the closing of the elevator doors before he made a sound by picking up the pace. As their bodies slapped together, he kept his eyes glued to hers. She knew hers had to register shock and awe. The focus he had told her that he wouldn’t be able to speak to her for at least another few minutes. It was fine with her. She could wait him out while having some of the best sex she’d had in years.

He pumped into her awaiting heat a few more times before he growled then groaned, giving of himself over to his orgasm. The muscles of his neck tightened and he braced his hands on the desk on either side of her as he bucked then slammed into her once more. She could feel the thrust, her walls clamping down on him, and their combined release between them.

She didn’t speak until she knew she had his full attention.

“When in the hell did you lock the door?”

He chuckled before kissing her.

“When I walked through it and made sure to close it behind me. I knew I would have all of this splendor before me. I didn’t know hellfire was going to be so open and ready for me. My Hellfire had some heat she needed to release. I’ll gladly put out the flame anytime you’re ready.”

“You think I’m such a sure thing.”

“Oh, I know you are. In fact, I’m going to prove it to you. On the sofa, Hellfire. Face forward, on your knees and spread those perfect thighs. I will feast then I will extinguish. You’ve kept me waiting far too long. We should have this shit figured out and in place already. Don’t fret, amore, we’ll talk after I’ve had my fill. Now, assume the position.”

Eli had his fill, all right, his and a couple other people’s fill. By the time the Hamiltons arrived, B.B. was practically delirious and couldn’t focus. She had no inkling how she made it through the meeting. Eli tore Brooklyn a new asshole for her. Apparently, B.B. hadn’t been the only one to read that morning’s paper.

“You’ll need to follow every rule now. There will be no leeway given. You’ve painted a huge target on both of your backs. You’ve also ruined the element of surprise we had going.”

“I understand, Mr. Reynolds. I just …”

B.B. tried not to giggle. It was weird hearing anyone refer to Elijah as “Mr.” anything. In the mode that he was in, there was no reasoning with him or explaining anything. She knew firsthand.

“No. I get what you wanted, but you hired this company to do a job. You need to allow us the necessary time to do what we were asked to do. There is a lot riding on this and there are a great many people whose lives are at stake. This isn’t a game.  It’s reality. It’s a reality that is dangerous and could get a lot a people hurt if you aren’t willing to play your part as you were instructed to.”

The Hamiltons didn’t speak again until they were saying goodbye to B.B. and Eli. As soon as they were out the front door, Eli had her pinned against the door and her clothes were being worked off of her body.

“Needy much?” she asked as he hooked her leg over his shoulder.

Before he buried his face in between her legs, he looked up and responded.

“Greedy much? Hell yes, I am. Too many years I’ve waited to have at you. I’m going to have as many helpings as I want and you’re going to enjoy every moment of it.”

Any futher response that she could’ve given died on her lips the moment that his mouth was attached to her most sensitive area. Yeah, she would enjoy every last moment of him reacquainting himself with her body and would never utter one complaint. B.B. was in heavenly bliss with every way Eli showed her how much he missed her.

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Blackguard Hunters Series by Ellie Keys (First Chapters – 1)

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Brian’s Call is Book 1 and tells the story of Brian Wallace. It shares how he brought the team together and a little-known fact about his past. The  woman who held his heart is now a member of his new team. How shall this man deal with working with someone who chose to walk away from him years ago?

Here is chapter one:

The Introduction – Chapter 1

 

Brian Wallace is the self-proclaimed “token black” of their group. He always jokes that he doesn’t know why he hangs out with them, but they all know their very own “golden boy” wouldn’t have it any other way. At six feet five inches, 250 pounds of solid man, he is and will always be a beautiful being; drool worthy even. His beautiful, deep, chocolate brown skin is marred by a cut to his left cheek (Marine football tackle gone wrong) and a few moles. He has that big, pretty, Julia Roberts type of smile, but his seems to take over his entire face. The clean cut look (a completely bald head) he has been sporting recently is better received by the group over the braids that he formerly wore. His expressively bright, brown eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles. He is also the unspoken protector.

Brian Wallace had been part of the Marine Corps until he was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. He was a Sergeant Major in the service and enjoyed the time he was enlisted. The condition he now lives with caused him to walk away from everything for a while. He was honorably discharged from the Marines. Members of his former unit would regularly stop by the ranch-style house that he kept. They would come through and hang out with Sgt Major Wallace then move on. During those times, he wouldn’t be as available to hang out with them. He would make up for it when he returned or when his “buddies” left by hosting some crazy event at his place.

All of them were told that he worked at Whole Foods Market, but no one ever saw him in the store. He always parked outside the building in the employee parking lot. When anyone called, they were told that he was unavailable. His big black F-250 sometimes sits there for a few days. Sgt Major Brian dated a young woman by the name of Scarlett for a couple of months, but has recently been tied to another who goes by the name of Artemis. It is said that she was a goddess. They only dated for a few months as well, but neither woman could handle the very obvious “disappearing” acts. He let the second know he was there for her, but there were things that he had to tend to and he couldn’t be at her beck and call. With that statement, he had effectively ended their relationship. After some tense moments, they both agreed that they made better friends than boyfriend and girlfriend.

“What in the hell kind of report is this, Kevin? I’m looking to find out more information about the team we’ve heard reports that this man putting together and I feel like I’m looking at the beginnings of a love letter or homage to him. Who put this shit together? Was it you or Isa?”

“Sir?”

A female’s barely suppressed groan comes through the comms as the two men stand poised to take a shot if they deemed it necessary. The two silently communicated that a change in position was needed to get a better line of sight on their target as well as the unsuspecting inside man who stood in the middle of the calm before the storm. The taller of the two stood and became a shadow as he moved through the night.

“Lead Dog, for such a mass of man, you sure know how to disappear like a damn ghost. Guess that’s why your name is fitting.”

A growl of disgust could be heard from a gruffer tone than the rich timber of the first male’s voice.

“Hound, watch Lucky, not me.”

“Got eyes, Lead Dog,” came a third male’s voice. It sounded as if it were coming from the bottom of a barrel. It was just that deep.

“Hey man, don’t imply I don’t. I’m focused on … shit! Movement. Eyes on the prize. Eyes on the motherfucking prize. It’s going down.”

The prize was a suitcase full of weapons that was stolen from the docks the previous night. This step was going to get them a bit closer to the grand prize. Brian noted the win to himself. His man on the inside had the case in hand and was set to give the signal so that they could get moving. He’d wanted this quick and clean. It appeared that was exactly what he was going to get.

The sign was given just as he got into his new position. The man inside fired first and in quick succession three other shots were fired. Not one could be heard on the winds since silencers were used. As he moved to stand, two men came out of the shadows within the room to attack their guy inside from behind. Turning, Brian’s man fired the kill shot for one as the other was taken out by his fourth guy. Tipping his head, he acknowledged his man who was quick to respond. They each moved quickly to the rendezvous point.

Brian was giddy like a kid with a new toy as he thought about the team he’d assembled. The four members, who included himself, he already had in place worked well together. He hoped the added members would, as well. The next phase of the job depended on it.

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When Brian was thinking about who he would need for the mission he was assigned, he knew Trig was the first person to call. His Marine Corps brother would be there for him no matter what was needed.

The second on Brian’s short list was a guy that saved his ass in a bar in Ireland. The Cuban born, dark-brown-skinned male had stood out in the crowd. The women seemed to flock around the guy after hearing him speak his order for a set of shots, the hostess’ phone number, and a beer for the lady that was walking to the restroom. The woman’s sway of her hips had become more pronounced as the bartender snorted. At the time, Brian had shaken his head at the antics of the women and the response they had to the man. It was that response that had saved Brian’s life.

Brian and a mammoth-sized giant had gotten into a heated argument about soccer. Both had been drinking and quite possibly had downed one too many Guinnesses before arguing the same damn point. Thomas “Hounder” Madison had gotten one of the “lassies” that had been hanging on his every word to distract the big man with her “massive melons.” Those were Hounder’s words, not Brian’s.

The woman walked up to the “Mass Tech,” grabbed his hand, and slapped that huge paw of his under her shirt. When she began to react to his flicking thumb, the Samoan’s attention remained on her and Hounder walked Brian right out the front door. It wasn’t until later in the evening that Brian realized he’d left the case he’d been carrying at the bar. That was a sure sign that he’d had too much to drink. Brian never left signs that he’d been present in any area, not even his home. He knew he had to rectify that oversight. Prepping himself for the fight of his life, he was surprised to learn when he’d returned to the bar that the staff of the bar were looking for a way to carry the then-dead Samoan out of the building.

It was in that moment that he understood who he was dealing with. Brian would later learn that, Hounder, the former Army Ranger, was also a consultant that handled sticky situations. “Mass Tech,” the Samoan, was one of the most wanted “pimps” in the area. He ran a prostitution ring that also used some of the women to traffic drugs in and out of the country, dead and alive. The Samoan had apparently pissed off the wrong person, or the wrong person’s daughter was initiated because the Samoan and several of his associates were coughing up dirtballs that night. Hounder, the Cuban Killer, had been called in to “take care of things,” which explained why the man was no more. The sound of Hounder’s voice brought him back to the present.

“Ghost, you have got to stop denying the truth.”

“What truth?” Brian stopped his brisk, forward pace, placed one hand over his chest and the other on Hounder’s shoulder causing the other man to stop as well. “Are you finally coming out of the closet?”

“Shut the fuck up. You know I enjoy the … canal. The boat that rides along it is not my speed.”

Isabelle’s short, dark brown hair floated around her ears as she chuckled. She brought up the rear of the group. “That boat probably only strokes the surface. No person could get a good ride out of that thing. I feel sad for your conquests. I hope that’s not the reason they call you Hounder.”

Hounder stepped a little closer to Brian before whispering, “Are you sure she’s integral to the team dynamic?”

“Oh snap, two big words for Madison, y’all. Integral and dynamic were used and in the correct manner. We have to mark a calendar.”

The jovial, masculine voice belonged to the one they called Charlie Boy. He was one of the youngest of the new recruits. He’d only been in the area for two days, so he wasn’t included on any of their recent ops. The team needed to make sure he was ready. The “Golden Boy” looked too well-kempt for Brian’s good. He looked too clean, innocent, and green. Brian didn’t feel right getting the boy’s hands dirty. His short dark hair and smaller build on his solid frame said he still had some work to do before he was allowed out in the field. For now, he was helping Proph with research.

Shockingly enough, Hounder didn’t verbally respond. He just gave the kid a hand gesture. It didn’t stop the kid from continuing to talk shit to the other team members. On their way up, the four of them stated they wanted to do a walkthrough of the offices upon arriving. Brian had a feeling that was going to be put on hold for a few. The additional cars in the lot and around the building said the rest of the team was there, even if not in the offices. He and the other four were walking through the area making observations of the space when a beautiful woman walked out of one of the three grand-scale offices.

“Well, hello there, beautiful. My apologies for staring, but looking at you makes me tongue tied and stupefied.” Hounder leaned in to kiss her hand.

Isabelle rolled her beautiful, crystal blue eyes and almost missed the woman’s response. The woman spin-chopped Hounder’s chest then pressed her leg into his groin as she pushed him into a wall.

“Hello there, handsome. I’m Lieutenant Commander Wellsie Sharp and if you’re working here then you and I will be working together. One thing you should know is that the men I lay with know how to follow orders while still being a man. If you want this, then you need to prove to me that you can be that man, big boy. All this sexy won’t—I do mean won’t—settle for less. Sergeant Major Wallace, I’ll see you in twenty. Have fun boys and lady.”

Wellsie Sharp was the owner of that jasmine oil scent. Her creamy, caramel brown skin and dark brown eyes shined with a softness only she could carry off. Her dark brown, loose curls were wild on this day and fell around her shoulders. Her petite, but well-filled-out frame caused men to underestimate her strength. It was something she used to her advantage on a regular basis. She had assets that filled her out in all of the right places. He was a guy. He wouldn’t be that one if he didn’t notice. Brian began to inform the only other male in the room who didn’t know who she was just who the woman was that had hemmed him up.

“Staff Sergeant Madison, you’ve just met the latest addition to the crew and …”

“The woman that is about to set my life right. I cannot believe she’s been walking the face of the earth and I didn’t know it.”

“Cool your jets there, Tommy. I think we need to discuss the rules of the office.”

“Cut the shit, B. There are no rules. It’s been no-holds-barred, dick-swinging-meets-battle-royale around these parts. You just brought puss one and dangled it like a doggy treat in front of a horny, rabid dog. This shit’s not going to be pulled back any time soon. You might as well step out of the way and let the chips fall where they may. Tell me I can’t go after that and you are just going to make it worse. Let it ride, B.”

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Shantee’ A. Parks is the Best Selling author of Not Giving Up, Samantha Posey Love Unfolded, Love Reveals and Love Conquers. She’s from Detroit, Michigan living in Atlanta, Georgia. She love’s to travel. She has been to London and Paris and would love to some day travel to Italy. She’s been writing since high school. When she’s not taking care of her family she is reading and writing “STEAMY HOT” romance stories.

A happily ever after (HEA) is always important to her. She needs it as much as her readers do. Sometimes she can leave a cliff hanger but she always gives an HEA at the end of either a stand alone or series!

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Samantha Posey Love Unfolded

SAMANTHA POSEY is a wonderful party planner who does what it takes to make the party a success. She meets Jacob Latters, a successful business man, celebrity and billionaire playboy. Women are of no shortage to him, but finding love isn’t in the cards for him, though he wishes it was. Jacob has never met a woman like her. This is an encounter that will definitely change both of their lives. Their erotic experience is surreal making the sex mind-blowing! The romance and sparks between these two are instantaneous. She is so intoxicating to him he soon finds he just can’t leave Samantha Posey alone. They encounter one problem after another… kidnapping, lies, hypnosis, and families keeping them apart. You can’t stop the suspense and danger that happens in their lives. Their addiction to one another is real. Will their love survive?

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Samantha Posey: Love Reveals
The heart-stopping ending of book one will have you hanging onto every word from the first page till the last in book two. The Party Planner snags her Celebrity Billionaire Prince taking the red carpet by storm. Their makeup sessions are still erotic and explosive, and will keep you wanting more. The rollercoaster ride for them just doesn’t stop. Will Jacob be able to get past the tragedy that happened in his life? How deep is Samantha and Jacob’s past? Will they embrace their new lives as America’s most skilled assassins or will they turn their backs on future missions to build their lives together.

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Samantha Posey: Love Conquers

JACOB AND SAMANTHA LATTERS found out they have a deeper bond than first realized. They looked into their past in an unconventional way. After Jacob healed, they had to go on a dangerous but important mission. They finally got a chance to enjoy each other in every emotional and physical way. When Samantha was kidnapped, Jacob nearly lost his grip with reality. The tension between Jacob and his mother-in-law becomes unbearable. She blames him for Samantha’s kidnapping. Will Jacob be able to rescue Samantha? If so, what will become of their life after this horrible ordeal? Will danger disrupt their lives again?

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Not Giving Up

MEET BRANDON CHRISTOPHER ASHER II. All throughout college, he was a well-known playboy. The Harvard medical student met mocha beauty, Zoey, and fell hard. She has a troubled past and she’s not looking for love. Nevertheless, Brandon captured Zoey’s heart. The women in his life are not accepting of her. Brandon wants a future with Zoey, however Zoey doesn’t believe she deserves love. She believes any chance at happiness is non-existent. Will Zoey let this Billionaire philanthropist into her heart? What will happen if Brandon learns the truth about Zoey’s past?

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