A star implodes when it exceeds its magnification; so does a criminal group when it overreaches
When John “Rocket” Hardin gets a call for a charter flight to nowhere, meaning the person calling wants a meeting, he has no idea what to expect. Certainly not a well-known senator dressed in jeans and sweat shirt with her 4-bodyguard detail. A woman, by the way, that he and his SEAL team met when they rescued her sister, a writer, from a terrorist camp.
The meeting almost doesn’t happen. Galaxy has rules–only the partners and clients allowed on the plane — and Rocket isn’t about to break them. Follow the rules or the flight is off and that means her bodyguards don’t get to board the flight. But Senator Alicia Kane has a mission and won’t be deterred. She assures her bodyguards she is safe, boards the plane and the flight takes off.
When Rocket hears her story, he knows why she’s so desperate. Her sister, Mallory, is a well-known writer whose best selling books are about the dangerous hotspots of the world, like Afghanistan. And now like Santa Marita, whose entire existence is part of Felix Barrera’s cartel. Five years ago when Rocket and his SEAL team rescued her from Afghanistan, they hot one brief but very hot moment together. The memory has never disappeared and now he has a chance to see if what they had was really the real deal.
At Santa Marita, with the addition of Viper’s friend Ed, the key for them to everything in the area, they sneak onto the island. With Ed’s help, manage to rescue Mallory from where she’s been hiding but the head of the cartel, General Felix Barrera, is determined to find her and kill her. It takes a lot of ingenuity to get out of there, including a four hour trek through the jungle and a daring retrieval by a helicopter while they evade the people shooting at them from below.
They manage to shoot their way to the safety of the chopper, but Mallory is shot doing it. Rocket is beside himself until he learns that she will recover. And more good news. The shots they fired at the boat killed Barrera and his right hand man. The son of the president Barrera killed arrives with his team to retore the island to the democracy it once was. Mallory moves to Tampa to Rocket’s home and they plan their future together.
She raised her eyes to his, a whirlpool of emotions swirling there. Okay. There was more than just following a story here and writing a book. But how did he find out what it was? She was the first woman to pierce the emotional shell he kept himself locked in and he wanted to know more about her. No, he wanted to know all about her.
“And this may be inappropriate, but I’m doing it anyway, because I really want to thank you for what you did.” She knelt beside him, cradled his face in her hands and pressed her mouth to his.
Holy shit! His dick tried again to escape the pressure of his fly and he was sure his temperature went up. It shocked him, because he’d sure had enough sex in his life to be able to control his reactions when he needed to.
He was not prepared for this. He was supposed to be rescuing and protecting her, not thinking about sex. He thrust his fingers into her disheveled hair to hold her head in place, pressed his lips against hers and, when they parted slightly, thrust his tongue inside. She tasted like ten kinds of sin. When he licked the inner surfaces of her mouth, she brushed her tongue against his and before he realized what he was doing, he slipped his hands around to the front and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them. He felt a tear in the fabric of one cup and anger gripped him. Did the barbaric terrorists molest her?
“It’s okay,” she whispered against his lips, as if she knew what he was thinking. “They didn’t rape me. I swear. Just tried to demoralize me. Break my spirit. But it didn’t work.”
“Good. I can see that.”
“But I need to get it all out of my mind. You can see that, right?”
Oh, yeah. And it might be against the rules, but he was all on board with this.
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