A beautiful target.
Her reluctant bodyguard.
Fiery, independent Cam Sutton will go to any length to prove his Delta Force mentor isn’t a terrorist—even bully the CIA into giving him the damning emails. But by-the-book CIA translator Martha Drake already knows the evidence is fishy, and it’s somehow connected to the recent attempts on her life. Soon the strong, capable soldier is her protector...and inciting a passion neither can deny. But will Cam still want to be her teammate once the real traitors are brought to justice?
Red, White and Built: Pumped Up
“It’s a game of cat and mouse, isn’t it? We try to find the evidence and he tries to make sure we don’t. When is he going to give it up?”
Cam shrugged and pulled her out of the chair. “When he’s tired of playing cat and mouse.”
“Or when I’m dead.”
“Don’t say that.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and massaged his thumbs into her skin.
“We both know the reason why he hasn’t taken his shot at me yet.”
“We do?” Cam ran his tongue over his dry teeth.
“It’s because you’re here, Cam. He knows I have some kind of badass bodyguard dogging me, and when you leave—” her shoulders tensed beneath his hands “—I’m a goner.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yet.” She tucked her head beneath his chin. “How many more days until you leave?”
“Shh.” He dropped his hands to her waist and pulled her body against his. “We have time. I’m gonna catch this guy, and when I do, he’ll pay—for everything.”
DELTA FORCE DEFENDER
Carol Ericson
Carol Ericson is a bestselling, award-winning author of more than forty books. She has an eerie fascination for true-crime stories, a love of film noir and a weakness for reality TV, all of which fuel her imagination to create her own tales of murder, mayhem and mystery. To find out more about Carol and her current projects, please visit her website at www.carolericson.com, “where romance flirts with danger.”
Books by Carol Ericson
Harlequin Intrigue
Red, White and Built: Pumped Up
Delta Force Defender
Red, White and Built
Locked, Loaded and SEALed
Alpha Bravo SEAL
Bullseye: SEAL
Point Blank SEAL
Secured by the SEAL
Bulletproof SEAL
Target: Timberline
Single Father Sheriff
Sudden Second Chance
Army Ranger Redemption
In the Arms of the Enemy
Brothers in Arms: Retribution
Under Fire
The Pregnancy Plot
Navy SEAL Spy
Secret Agent Santa
Harlequin Intrigue Noir
Toxic
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Martha Drake—A brainy CIA translator responsible for turning over the emails that first implicated Delta Force’s Major Rex Denver in a terrorist plot. She’s now having second thoughts about the veracity of those emails, but it might be too late. Now someone wants her to keep her mouth shut.
Cam Sutton—This impulsive Delta Force soldier will do anything to clear his commander’s name, including confronting the CIA translator who first discovered the phony emails implicating him. He soon realizes the translator is on his side, and now he must do everything in his power to protect her.
Casey Jessup—Martha’s roommate may seem like an airhead, but she may be more politically connected than Martha realizes. Those connections might not be enough to keep her out of danger.
Congressman Robert Wentworth—This politician winds up dead in Martha’s town house, but his death can’t be connected to the emails...can it?
Tony Battaglia—A bartender who knows too much for his own good, and doesn’t know when to keep quiet.
Sebastian Forsythe—A fellow nerd, Sebastian and Martha dated a few times. He’s good at fixing computers. Is he also good at planting evidence?
“Ben”—He seems to have his fingers in all the pies, but nobody can identify him and nobody knows his real name. He may be the key to absolving Major Denver or he may be the major’s worst nightmare.
Major Rex Denver—Framed for working with a terrorist group, the Delta Force commander has gone AWOL and is on the run. He knows he’s onto a larger plot, and he can count on his squad to have his back and help clear his name.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
Excerpt from Hide the Child by Janice Kay Johnson
Prologue
A bug scuttled across his face, but Major Rex Denver didn’t move one coiled, aching muscle. Twenty feet below him at the bottom of the hill, an army ranger team thrashed through the bushes, their voices loud and penetrating in the dead of the Afghan night.
Rex clenched his jaw as if willing the rangers to do the same. Didn’t they realize this mountainous area was crawling with the enemy?
His eye twitched. To those rangers, Major Rex Denver was the enemy.
He didn’t blame those boys for being out here searching for him. Hell, he’d be out here hunting down a traitor to his country, too.
He resettled his rifle and rested his finger on the trigger, not that he’d ever use it against any branch of the US Military. If the rangers found him, he’d go peacefully—but they’d never find him.
He’d started as a ranger himself, and after twenty years in Delta Force, leading his own team, he’d honed his skills at subterfuge and escape to perfection. They wouldn’t catch him, but he’d die before he allowed the enemy that roamed these hills to catch those rangers.
One of the rangers yelled out. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Rex rolled his eyes. If that soldier was on his team, the wrath of hell would come down on him for that behavior. Rex had to bring the hammer down on Cam Sutton, one of the younger Delta team members, more than a few times for reckless behavior.
Someone issued a whispered reprimand from out of the darkness.
The young soldier answered back. “I don’t care, sir, this is wrong. Major Denver’s no traitor.”
Rex believed he had the loyalty of most of the soldiers who knew his reputation, but the evidence against him was overwhelming. Why him? He and his Delta Force team must’ve stumbled on something big for someone to take them out of the picture. And he hoped to have a long time to figure it out.
A twig cracked to his right, and Rex’s gaze darted toward the sound. Something glinted in the thick foliage. He flipped his night-vision goggles over his eyes and picked out the man crouched in the shadows, his focus on the team of rangers below.
Adrenaline flooded his body, and his heart ha
mmered in his chest. Were there more? He scanned the area beyond the stealthy intruder. If this interloper wasn’t solo, his companions weren’t within striking distance of the rangers...at least not yet and not before the rangers could respond with their own firepower.
If Rex took out the enemy, he couldn’t do it quietly. And once he made his position known, the rangers would swarm the mountainside and capture him.
He cranked his head around slowly, eyeing the steep drop-off behind him. He’d seen worse.
Rex popped up from his hiding place, and in the same motion he took the shot. It took just one. The enemy combatant pitched forward, his gun shooting impotently into the sky above him.
The rangers came to life as they fanned out and charged the hill.
Rex clutched his weapon to his chest, and rolled off the edge of the cliff into the dark unknown.
Chapter One
Martha’s head pounded, and her hand trembled as she clicked open her email. Holding her breath, she scrolled past all the new emails that had come in since she’d taken lunch.
When she came to the end of the batch, she let out that breath and slumped in her chair.
The most sinister email that had come through was a reminder to submit her time sheet. She picked up her coffee cup and had to set it down as the steaming liquid sloshed over the rim onto her unsteady hand.
“Hey, Martha. Did you have a good lunch?”
Martha twisted her head around and smiled at her coworker Farah. “Errands, you?”
“Hot lunch date with the mystery man.”
“I hope he’s not married like the previous one.”
“The previous one is still in the picture. A girl has to keep her options open.” Farah winked and pushed away from Martha’s cubicle almost bumping into Sebastian.
He held up his hand in an awkward wave. “Everything working okay with your computer after I dialed back that program to the previous version?”
“It’s back up to speed. Thanks, Sebastian.” Martha made a half turn in her chair back to her desktop, hoping he’d take the hint. They’d dated once or twice, but she wanted a relationship with some flying sparks for a change.
Sebastian took a step back, tapping the side of her cube. “Okay, then. Let me know if you need anything else.”
Yeah, sparks.
Martha swung around to fully face her computer and jumped when another email came through. When would this fear go away? Those emails had started trickling into her inbox four months ago. She’d turned them over to the appropriate authorities and washed her hands of them—or tried to.
She chewed on her bottom lip. She hadn’t forgotten about those emails. How could she, when they’d resulted in a huge investigation of some hotshot Delta Force commander, who’d then gone AWOL? How could she, when ever since she’d clicked on those emails, someone had been spying on her, following her?
She glanced over her shoulder at her coworkers in the CIA’s translation department. Why had she been chosen for the honor of receiving those anonymous emails accusing Major Rex Denver of treason and colluding with the enemy?
What would’ve happened if she’d deleted those emails and never told a soul? Would she be the nervous wreck she was today?
She tapped her fingernail against her coffee cup. She couldn’t have ignored those emails any more than she could jump up on her desk right now and scream in the middle of a CIA office that she had a bomb under her desk.
Maybe if she’d gotten rid of the emails like she was supposed to do, the people who’d sent them would leave her alone. But why would that matter? The senders had gotten their desired response. She reported the emails, which prompted the investigation of Denver, which then led to the discovery of his traitorous activities. The man had gone rogue. How much more guilty could you get?
But some gut instinct had compelled her to hang on to the emails. When she first received them, she’d copied them to a flash drive, which she wasn’t even supposed to insert in her computer, and taken them home. She’d told everyone, including her slimy boss, Gage, that she’d deleted them. Then the IT department had come in and wiped her deleted items off the face of the earth.
She had her own suspicions about how those messages had gotten through to her email address at the Agency. It had the fingerprints of Dreadworm, a hacking group, all over it, but not even Dreadworm had claimed responsibility for forwarding those emails.
Martha had wanted to take a more careful look at the messages because of the phrasing. She spoke several languages, and she’d told Gage that the emails sounded like a foreigner had composed them.
He’d brushed her off like he always did, but she’d gotten her revenge by keeping those emails for herself.
Now she had someone stalking her.
Sighing, Martha straightened in her chair and shoved in her earbuds. She double-clicked on the file she’d been working on before lunch and began typing in the English words for the Russian ones that poured into her ears from one of the radio broadcasts the CIA monitored and recorded. After about an hour of translating, Martha plucked out the earbuds and stretched her arms over her head.
She swirled the coffee in the bottom of her cup and made a face. Then she slid open a desk drawer and grabbed a plastic bag with a toothbrush and toothpaste.
When she returned to her desk ten minutes later with a minty taste in her mouth and a bottle of water, she plopped in her chair and tucked her hair behind her ears, ready to tackle the remainder of the afternoon.
She glanced at the bottom of her computer screen, noticing a little yellow envelope on her email icon, indicating a new message. She double-clicked on it and froze. Her blood pounded in her ears as she stared at the skull and crossbones grinning at her from the computer screen, its teeth chattering.
Hunching forward, she resized the window and scrolled from the top to the bottom of it. No text accompanied the image. She scrutinized the unfamiliar email from a fake email account at the top of the window.
She glanced over her shoulder, and in a split second she forwarded the email to her home address. She deleted it and then wiped it clean from her deleted items. She knew it still existed somewhere in cyberspace, but not unless someone was looking for it. And why would anybody be checking her emails? She’d been the good little soldier she always was and turned over the others. The people up the chain of command had no reason to suspect her, and Gage thought she was a lifeless drone, so she didn’t need to worry about him.
If Gage cornered her right now and asked her why she didn’t tell anyone about the skull and crossbones, she wouldn’t have an answer for him. Maybe because she’d been dismissed so thoroughly after turning over the first batch. Not that this message had anything to do with the others—did it?
Of course it did. The same people had just sent her a warning, but she didn’t know why. She didn’t know anything about those emails or what they meant—but she was determined to find out.
The rest of the afternoon passed by from one jumpy incident to the next. Her scattered focus had been worthless in her attempts to translate the recorded broadcast.
Fifteen minutes away from quitting time, Farah hung on the corner of Martha’s cubicle, her dark eyes shining. “I’m meeting my guy for a drink after work tonight. Do you want to come along?”
Martha crossed her arms. “And be a third wheel? No, thanks.”
“He might have a friend.” Farah made her voice go all singsongy on the last word as if to heighten the temptation.
“That’s even worse than being a tagalong. A blind date?”
“Oh my God, Martha. Get used to it. It’s the way of the world now.”
“Seems to me all online dating has gotten you is a couple of sneaky married men.”
Farah pouted. “It’s fun. Not every date has to be a lifetime commitment.”
“Go then and have fun for me.” M
artha waved her hand.
Not that she’d have accepted Farah’s invitation under any circumstances, but after the day Martha had just had, she’d rather be home with a good book—and those emails.
She wrapped up her work and logged out of the computer, removing her access card and slipping it into her badge holder.
Waving to the security guard at the front desk, Martha pushed out the front doors and snuggled into her jacket. Winter in DC could be mild, but this November weather was already putting a chill in her bones.
She caught the next plain-wrap CIA van that shuttled employees from Langley to Rosslyn. When the van finally lurched to a stop, Martha stashed her book in her bag, rubbed her eyes and readjusted her glasses. She stepped out of the van and into the cold night, making her way to the Metro stop on the corner.
Descending into the bowels of the city with the rest of the worker bees, she welcomed the warmth from the pressing crowd as she turned the corner for her train. She jostled for position among the crush of people, gritting her teeth against the screech of the train’s wheels slowing its progress.
As the lights approached from the tunnel, a man crowded her from behind. Martha tried to take a step back, but found herself pitching forward instead as someone’s elbow drove into her back.
The train screeched once more, and Martha felt herself teetering on the edge of the platform. She thrust her arms in front of her as if to break a fall...but the only thing breaking this fall was that train barreling toward her.
Chapter Two
Cam curled his arm around the waist of the woman floundering on the precipice of the platform and pulled her back against his chest. He jerked his head to the side, but the man who had been crowding Martha Drake from behind had wormed his way through the crowd, the black beanie on his head lost in a sea of commuters.
Martha’s back stiffened and she tried to turn in his arms, but he tightened his hold on her until the train came to a stop in front of them.
The doors whisked open, and Cam nudged her forward, whispering in her ear. “Go on.”
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