by Vanessa Kier
With all the publicity around the slaughter at the hospital, and despite attempts to squash any reports that mentioned the names of the survivors, Helen had received a number of job offers. They included everything from heading a trauma unit in another part of Africa, to testing new techniques and tools for emergency medicine in the field, to working up plans for the best surgical practices in a war zone. She’d even been approached about speaking on PTSD for medical personnel in conflict regions, but she was a long way from being ready to talk publicly about her experiences.
“Helen?” Lachlan prompted. He raised her fingers to his lips and placed kisses on the tips. “You know I’ll go wherever you want. Whether we stay with WAR or not is up to you.”
She kissed him, feeling the pleasant warmth of arousal stir her blood even though Lachlan had just spent an inordinate amount of time satisfying her. It all came down to whether she wanted to continue to be a vagabond, going wherever the need was greatest, or if she wanted to stay in one place, working to support Lachlan and his teammates, who already felt like family.
She looked into Lachlan’s eyes and smiled. “Yes, I will stay with WAR. And yes, I will marry you.”
He reared back. “Dammit, woman! You’re supposed to wait for me to ask.”
She gave him a smug smile. “You were taking too long.” She teased his lips with her tongue. “I found the ring. Very pretty, by the way.”
Lachlan flopped onto his back on the damp towel. “You are going to be the death of me, lass. I knew it the minute I met ye.”
Helen followed him down. Propping herself up on his chest, she grinned into his face. “I don’t think so. I’m a doctor. I rather think I’ll be the life of you.”
His expression turned serious. “Aye, that you will, love. That you will.”
When he kissed her, she knew that he had become the life of her, too. For now, and for always.
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Excerpt from Vengeance
by Vanessa Kier
Wednesday, Late Afternoon
Surgical Strike Unit Training Compound
Oregon
JENNA PATERSON HAD five minutes to rescue the hostage.
She nodded and her partner rammed open the door. With steady hands, Jenna pulled the pin on a flash grenade and lobbed it into the room. She quickly turned her head away, closing her eyes to protect her vision against the brilliant explosion. Then waited for her team leader to give the signal to enter. Thankfully, the shock of the grenade had startled the hostage inside into silence. Jenna had been afraid that one more minute of listening to the woman’s terrified screams would throw her back to the night two years ago when she’d been attacked.
Don’t remember, she warned herself. It’s not the same. You’re not the victim this time. Your job is to save this poor woman from further abuse at the hands of the terrorists.
Yet her body wasn’t buying it. Her stomach tightened in dread and her mouth was as dry as the paint on a da Vinci. She pressed her back tightly against the cheap plasterboard wall of the hallway. Inhaled the scent of the grenade’s fumes and underneath that, the nauseating mixture of fresh paint and fresh blood. She tightened her grip on her automatic rifle and hoped the team leader would give the go-ahead before her nerves got the better of her.
Stick to the plan, the voice inside her head chanted. These are not the men who attacked you. That’s not Kai in there.
Jenna clenched her teeth. She was better now. She was. She hadn’t frozen during action since the last time they’d rescued a female prisoner in the middle of being raped.
“Go!” The voice of her team leader came clearly over the headset. At a nod from her partner, Jenna drew in a deep breath and counted to five. He went through the door first, high and to the left followed by Jenna rolling low and to the right.
The next minutes were a surrealistic blur. Muzzle flashes turned the lingering smoke from the grenade into a multicolored cloud. The hostage cried out in fear, not realizing she was being rescued. The terrorists grunted in pain, writhing in grotesque death dances as the bullets from Jenna’s teammates found their targets.
Then, suddenly, silence. Jenna lay on her stomach, panting, her heart racing as she searched for another target. But the room was still.
Three short bursts from a whistle signaled the end of the exercise. The house lights came up and the experienced Surgical Strike Unit operators who’d been playing the terrorists rose to their feet, laser tagged vests glowing where they’d been “hit” by her team’s fire.
One of the terrorists pulled off his baseball cap, revealing sweat-stained blond hair. For a second he looked so much like Kai that Jenna turned her weapon toward him before reality returned. Reeling from the close call, she quickly lowered her weapon.
Thank God the man hadn’t noticed her targeting him. She never would have lived that one down. As she pushed hastily to her feet she snuck a glance at the rest of the room to make sure no one else had seen. And met the fierce chocolate eyes of Niko Andros.
Her heart stuttered. Didn’t that figure? The one person who’d observed her slip was today’s guest trainer, the man her classmates spoke about in awed whispers. The man who, with the predatory stillness of his body and the wary intelligence in his eyes, reminded Jenna of a falcon.
Jenna did her best to act casual, like nothing had happened, but Niko glanced from her weapon to the guy she’d almost shot and raised one eyebrow. Damn. She shrugged and forced a slight smile, hoping Niko would chalk her edginess up to adrenaline.
After holding her gaze for an uncomfortable moment, Niko’s expression shifted from questioning to a banked heat that caused an alarming frisson of sexual awareness to shoot through her. Feeling her cheeks flush, she quickly turned away.
Her stomach churned with nausea. She couldn’t handle this. Not now. Yes, she’d worked hard since the rape to get over her fear of being the object of a man’s sexual interest. She couldn’t train with guys and not expect to receive a few suggestive looks or comments. But until today she’d never felt anything but revulsion in response to a man’s attention.
The doctors would say that her appreciation of Niko as a male was a positive step. Yet even as a brief image of her running her fingers through his short dark hair flashed in her mind, panic began a familiar beat in her veins.
She had to get out of here. Had to—
“Hey, you okay?” her partn
er Elliot asked. She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. Afraid he’d see her fear. Hoping he hadn’t seen the look Niko had given her. What could she say? “I’m scared to death because for the first time in two years I’m actually feeling attraction toward a man, but all I can remember when I think of sex is pain and blood?” Yeah, that would go over well.
Thankfully, Elliot didn’t push for a better answer. Ignoring her trembling legs, Jenna followed him and the rest of her teammates outside where their trainers waited to review the afternoon’s exercise. One of a handful of privately-funded special operations groups that had sprung up in recent years, the Surgical Strike Unit, or SSU, had one of the best reputations for skilled operators in the world. Which meant their trainers accepted nothing but success.
The “terrorists” and the “hostage” moved into place in the center of the assembly area, then the senior trainer read out the statistics. Jenna had killed every one of her targets. She nodded, relieved that her nerves hadn’t affected her performance and proud that she hadn’t even hesitated this time. Not like during the exercise a month ago, when seeing the victim pinned face down under her attacker had thrown Jenna back to the night she and her family had been attacked. Trapped in memories, she’d lost awareness of the action around her. When the exercise had finished and the trainers turned up the lights it took them five minutes to bring her attention back to the present.
From his position in line with the other trainers, Niko mouthed “Good job” at her. Jenna managed a slight nod in response, then looked away before he sensed the panic his continued attention caused her.
Taking slow, deep breaths, Jenna told herself Niko wasn’t a threat. Besides, she wouldn’t see him again after today. Rumor had it that he’d been pulled out of deep cover in Afghanistan when his joint mission with the DEA had been compromised, but that Niko was headed back to Afghanistan the day after tomorrow to set things right.
So, all she had to do was avoid appearing too nervous for the rest of the afternoon, and she wouldn’t have to worry about his effect on her any more. Thankfully, no one else on the team threatened to break her reputation for being impervious to emotion. After two years of struggling to keep herself together so she wouldn’t be thrown out of the training program due to psychological instability, she couldn’t afford to have her suitability as an operator questioned now. Not with only four months until graduation.
“Hey, Thompkins, you shot out my knee again, you moron,” one of the trainees jibed. “I’m your partner, not a damn terrorist, man.”
Thompkins shot his roommate a one-fingered salute. “If you’d moved your lazy ass out of the way you wouldn’t have been shot.”
The man next to Jenna snorted. “Right. That’s what? Excuse number five hundred and twelve? Face it, you’re never gonna be as good as Paterson, here. Beat by a girl.”
“Yeah, she’s accurate. When she doesn’t freeze up and get herself killed,” Thompkins groused.
There was an awkward pause as everyone’s eyes turned to Jenna. “It only happened once,” she muttered, feeling her cheeks heat at the unaccustomed attention. Her teammates didn’t usually include her in their banter. “I’m not the one who just shot his partner for the second time this week.”
Thompkins blinked in surprise over her retort. Usually she kept her mouth shut.
“Ha! Don’t mess with Jenna, boys. She’s got bite.” Tracy Wardynski, the only other female in their training class, bumped her shoulder companionably against Jenna’s.
Jenna allowed the contact, although it hinted at a camaraderie she didn’t feel. The attack on her family had destroyed her ability to connect with others. Her heart was a cold, barren place with no room for anything but vengeance. Friendship was a risk she refused to take.
Yet she had to quell an inexplicable urge to glance over at Niko.
After the trainees and role-playing agents finished their reports, the senior trainer stepped to the center of the group, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Well done, team,” the trainer said. Then he gave them a dangerous smile that had all of them groaning. “Gear up and head to these coordinates,” he barked, reading off longitude and latitude. “You have half an hour to get there. Starting…now!”
Jenna typed the coordinates into her watch, then sprinted down the trail with the rest of the trainees.
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Vengeance is available now at All Romance eBooks.
Book List
The Surgical Strike Unit (SSU) Series
Vengeance - Book 1
Betrayal - Book 2
Retribution - Book 3
Payback - Book 3.5
Aftermath - Book 4
Undercover - Bonus Novella
The WAR Series
WAR: Disruption - Book 1
WAR: Intrusion - Book 2
WAR: Opposition - Book 3 (release date TBD)
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About the Author
VANESSA KIER SPENDS way too much time thinking up ways she can torture her characters. A worst-case scenario thinker, she's been creating stories in her head since childhood. Now she’s found her niche in writing romantic thrillers that combine intense emotion with action-packed plots. The author of six books in The Surgical Strike Unit series about a privately run special operations group, she has set her new series WAR in West Africa, where she lived for a time.
When she’s not writing, listening to music, or playing puzzle games on her mobile device, Vanessa writes the occasional Tech Talk column for her local RWA chapter's newsletter and takes long hikes in the nearby hills. Her home on the web is www.vanessakier.com.
Acknowledgments
ONCE AGAIN I couldn’t have brought this book to completion without help. As usual with my writing, I reached a point in Intrusion where I decided the book was no good and I’d have to start over. Turns out I was right. Based on feedback from several trusted sources, I ended up rewriting nearly the entire book. Here are some of the people responsible for making Intrusion the book it is today. Any shortfalls are entirely my own fault.
Huge thanks to my editor, Theresa Rogers. By pushing me to take my writing to another level, she proved that “No pain, no gain” applies to writers as well. Fixing this book was far from painless, but I’m very proud of where it ended up.
Thanks to Kristin, Virna, Susan, and Adrienne for brainstorming and synopsis help. You stopped me from going completely off track! Silver James helped lend a bit of regional authenticity to JC and Hoss by providing Cajun and Okie phrases.
The members of the Crime Scene Questions for Writers Yahoo! Group once again answered my grisly medical questions and firearms inquiries.
Many thanks to my proofreader Angela, who also helped me with British English terms, and to Frauke, my awesome cover designer.
Above all, I want to thank my family for their love and unconditional support.
Copyright
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WAR: Intrusion copyright © 2015 by Vanessa Kier
ISBN: 978-1-941685-04-4
Excerpt from Vengeance copyright © 2013 by Vanessa Kier
Cover design by Frauke Spanuth, Croco Designs
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
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
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT