One Down_Bayou Heat

by Alexandra Ivy

“A favorite spot of mine.”

  “Oh, then I definitely want to see it.”

  He glanced over at her, his eyes chocolate in the warm sunlight. “Being here with you, it’s changed things for me, Hallie. Everything feels new again, not tainted with pain and sadness. But open, I guess. To possibilities.”

  Her heart squeezed. “I’m so glad. When you walked down those stairs at the ranch, it changed everything for me.” She stopped and turned, looked up at him. “You healed me, Cerviel. My heart, my soul, my outlook.”

  He pulled her into his arms, kissed her gently. “I’ll never be apart from you. Or you from me.”

  She nodded, tears pricking her eyes. “Listen, I know we have to stay here for a little while, figure out what I know or have that’s so vital to the Pantera, but if after that you want to go, leave the Wildlands behind and never come back, I’m with you.”

  Something flickered in his eyes. Raw emotion, perhaps even love… It was there inside her too, so she recognized it. Then he glanced past her, into the distance, toward the wild land of the Pantera and a wistful expression took over his features.

  “I would love to take you there, my home. Used to be. I’d love to show you a real life, out of the shadows and into the light.” His gaze returned to hers. It was soft and adoring. “The Wildlands has such beautiful light, kitten.”

  “Your parents…” she began tentatively.

  He nodded. “Remember what I told you about facing your past, and the truth?”

  “Sets you free?”

  “Yes.” He shrugged. “We’ll just have to wait and see.”

  “I’m good with that. As long as I have you waiting right alongside me.” She grinned up at him. “There are so many things we can do while we’re waiting.”

  A low growl rumbled in his chest and his eyes darkened. “Agreed. And I say there’s no time like the present.” One dark eyebrow lifted seductively. “You know where we are right now, kitten?”

  A ripple of excitement went through her. “Tell me.”

  “We’re just shy of the border.” His eyes glistened, and when he blinked, Hallie was sure she saw something feline behind his pupils.

  The look sent her body into flames and she inched closer to him. She was all for making love on the soft patch of ground beneath their feet. Hell, with Cerviel, she was for it anywhere, anytime.

  “The magic extends a few feet,” he continued, his tone husky and deep. “You want to?”

  The implication of his words sent jolts of electricity to all her warm, wet parts. She nodded eagerly.

  But when he suddenly released her and backed up a foot, she was left confused, and irritatingly sexually frustrated.

  Sensing or maybe scenting her mood, Cerviel chuckled. “Later, kitten. I promise. All day and all night. But first…”

  She didn’t understand. She stared at him. Waiting.

  “There’s magic where we stand,” he said, then growled at her.

  But it was no growl she’d ever heard from him before. There was no male in it. Only feline. It reminded her of her dreams.

  Nerves gripped her as she now understood what he was asking. What he was attempting to bring forth. “What if I don’t have it?” she muttered. “What if it’s not there and you—”

  “No more what ifs, kitten,” he interrupted, his eyes fixed on her. “I know she’s in you. Takes one to know one, ma chère.” He grinned. “Now. Bring her on. Let her come out and play. With her mate.”

  Inside Hallie’s body a potion was brewing. One she didn’t seem to have to add to or even stir. It was just there. And this male, and this land—this magic—called to it and forced it to rise like a phoenix from the ashes.

  Just as she had from that cage.

  Eyes closed, she felt a rush of intense heat. It overtook her, every inch, including her mind. It was like a tornado. She was flipped and tossed about, then, all at once, everything halted. Almost painfully. She cried out, felt hands on her…skin?

  Skin…

  Fur…

  Her eyes opened. She blinked against the brightness. Strange…so strange. How was it possible? Things looked larger, like the trees and the bayou. And she was low to the ground, but felt strong, invincible.

  Amazing.

  Cerviel was grinning from ear to ear. “I knew it,” he said, excitement in his voice as his gaze moved over her. “You’re gorgeous, kitten. Auburn coat, and eyes so green they put emeralds to shame.”

  Hallie opened her mouth to speak, but only snarls and hisses came forth. A slight thread of panic erupted in her. This would take some getting used to.

  She looked around, stalked forward, feeling the warm ground beneath her feet. No, not feet. Paws.

  She felt on edge, hungry, but not for food. For movement. The air on her muzzle. Scents in the air rushing her…

  “I know,” Cerviel said with a smile that lit her world. “I know what you need. I need it too.”

  Unlike her, Cerviel shifted in seconds. It was a fast rush in a strange mist and there he was. He stalked over to her and rubbed his head against her, lapped at her ear with his tongue. And she purred. Goddess have mercy, in cat form, she truly felt everything times ten. A heightened awareness. A driving hunger.

  An almost manic desire when her eyes took in the massive golden puma before her, with his fierce gold eyes.

  He snarled at her. An invitation to play. And she crouched, low. For a brief moment, he seemed confused. Then, like a switch being hit, he got it. She was giving him a head start.

  Cerviel took off down the bank, and seconds later, Hallie’s puma followed, racing after him. The wind in her fur, the scents in her nose. And her love…her puma, her mate, her protector, her savior, leading her into a brand new and glorious world.

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  12BKILL WITHOUT MERCY (ARES SECURITY)

  BY ALEXANDRA IVY

  PROLOGUE

  Few people truly understood the meaning of ‘hell on earth.’

  The five soldiers who had been held in the Taliban prison in southern Afghanistan, however, possessed an agonizingly intimate knowledge of the phrase.

  There was nothing like five weeks of brutal torture to teach a man that there are worse things than death.

  It should have broken them. Even the most hardened soldiers could shatter beneath the acute psychological and physical punishment. Instead the torment only honed their ruthless determination to escape their captors.

  In the dark nights they pooled their individual resources.

  Rafe Vargas, a covert ops specialist. Max Grayson, trained in forensics. Hauk Laurensen, a sniper who was an expert with weapons. Teagan Moore, a computer wizard. And Lucas St. Clair, the smooth-talking hostage negotiator.

  Together they forged a bond that went beyond friendship. They were a family bound by the grim determination to survive.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Friday nights in Houston meant crowded bars, loud music and ice-cold beer. It was a tradition that Rafe and his friends had quickly adapted to suit their own tastes when they moved to Texas five months ago.

  After all, none of them were into the dance scene. They were too old for half-naked coeds and casual hookups. And none of them wanted to have to scream over pounding music to have a decent conversation.

  Instead, they’d found The Saloon, a small, cozy bar with lots of polished wood, a jazz band that played softly in the background, and a handful of locals who knew better than to bother the other customers. Oh, and the finest tequila in the city.

  They even had their own table that was reserved for them every Friday night.

  Tucked in a back corner, it was shrouded in shadows and well away from the long bar that ran the length of one wall. A perfect spot to observe without being observed.

  And best of all, situated
so no one could sneak up from behind.

  It might have been almost two years since they’d returned from the war, but none of them had forgotten. Lowering your guard, even for a second, could mean death.

  Lesson. Fucking. Learned.

  Tonight, however, it was only Rafe and Hauk at the table, both of them sipping tequila and eating peanuts from a small bucket.

  Lucas was still in Washington D.C., working his contacts to help drum up business for their new security business, ARES. Max had remained at their new offices, putting the final touches on his precious forensics lab, and Teagan was on his way to the bar after installing a computer system that would give Homeland Security a hemorrhage if they knew what he was doing.

  Leaning back in his chair, Rafe intended to spend the night relaxing after a long week of hassling with the red tape and bullshit regulations that went into opening a new business, when he made the mistake of checking his messages.

  “Shit.”

  He tossed his cellphone on the polished surface of the wooden table, a tangled ball of emotions lodged in the pit of his stomach.

  Across the table Hauk sipped his tequila and studied Rafe with a lift of his brows.

  At a glance, the two men couldn’t be more different.

  Rafe had dark hair that had grown long enough to touch the collar of his white button-down shirt along with dark eyes that were lushly framed by long, black lashes. His skin remained tanned dark bronze despite the fact it was late September, and his body was honed with muscles that came from working on the small ranch he’d just purchased, not the gym.

  Hauk, on the other hand, had inherited his Scandinavian father’s pale blond hair that he kept cut short, and brilliant blue eyes that held a cunning intelligence. He had a narrow face with sculpted features that were usually set in a stern expression.

  And it wasn’t just their outward appearance that made them so different.

  Rafe was hot tempered, passionate and willing to trust his gut instincts.

  Hauk was aloof, calculating, and mind-numbingly anal. Not that Hauk would admit he was OCD. He preferred to call himself detail-oriented.

  Which was exactly why he was a successful sniper. Rafe, on the other hand, had been trained in combat rescue. He was capable of making quick decisions, and ready to change strategies on the fly.

  “Trouble?” Hauk demanded.

  Rafe grimaced. “The real estate agent left a message saying she has a buyer for my grandfather’s house.”

  Hauk looked predictably confused. Rafe had been bitching about the need to get rid of his grandfather’s house since the old man’s death a year ago.

  “Shouldn’t that be good news?”

  “It would be if I didn’t have to travel to Newton to clean it out,” Rafe said.

  “Aren’t there people you can hire to pack up the shit and send it to you?”

  “Not in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

  Hauk’s lips twisted into a humorless smile. “I’ve been in the middle of fucking nowhere, amigo, and it ain’t Kansas,” he said, the shadows from the past darkening his eyes.

  “Newton’s in Iowa, but I get your point,” Rafe conceded. He did his best to keep the memories in the past where they belonged. Most of the time he was successful. Other times the demons refused to be leashed. “Okay, it’s not the hell hole we crawled out of, but the town might as well be living in another century. I’ll have to go deal with my grandfather’s belongings myself.”

  Hauk reached to pour himself another shot of tequila from the bottle that had been waiting for them in the center of the table.

  Like Rafe, he was dressed in an Oxford shirt, although his was blue instead of white, and he was wearing black dress pants instead of jeans.

  “I know you think it’s a pain, but it’s probably for the best.”

  Rafe glared at his friend. The last thing he wanted was to drive a thousand miles to pack up the belongings of a cantankerous old man who’d never forgiven Rafe’s father for walking away from Iowa. “Already trying to get rid of me?”

  “Hell no. Of the five of us, you’re the...”

  “I’m afraid to ask,” Rafe muttered as Hauk hesitated.

  “The glue,” he at last said.

  Rafe gave a bark of laughter. He’d been called a lot of things over the years. Most of them unrepeatable. But glue was a new one. “What the hell does that mean?”

  Hauk settled back in his seat. “Lucas is the smooth-talker, Max is the heart, Teagan is the brains and I’m the organizer.” The older man shrugged. “You’re the one who holds us all together. ARES would never have happened without you.”

  Rafe couldn’t argue. After returning to the States, the five of them had been transferred to separate hospitals to treat their numerous injuries. It would have been easy to drift apart. The natural instinct was to avoid anything that could remind them of the horror they’d endured.

  But Rafe had quickly discovered that returning to civilian life wasn’t a simple matter of buying a home and getting a 9-to-5 job.

  He couldn’t bear the thought of being trapped in a small cubicle eight hours a day, or returning to an empty condo that would never be a home.

  It felt way too much like the prison he’d barely escaped.

  Besides, he found himself actually missing the bastards.

  Who else could understand his frustrations? His inability to relate to the tedious, everyday problems of civilians? His lingering nightmares?

  So giving into his impulse, he’d phoned Lucas, knowing he’d need the man’s deep pockets to finance his crazy scheme. Astonishingly, Lucas hadn’t even hesitated before saying ‘yes.’ It’d been the same for Hauk and Max and Teagan.

  All of them had been searching for something that would not only use their considerable skills, but would make them feel as if they hadn’t been put out to pasture like bulls that were past their prime.

  And that was how ARES had been born.

  Now he frowned at the mere idea of abandoning his friends when they were on the cusp of realizing their dream.

  “Then why are you encouraging me to leave town when we’re just getting ready to open for business?”

  “Because he was your family.”

  “Bull. Shit.” Rafe growled. “The jackass turned his back on my father when he joined the army. “He never did a damned thing for us.”

  “And that’s why you need to go,” Hauk insisted. “You need—”

  “You say the word closure and I’ll put my fist down your throat,” Rafe interrupted, grabbing his glass and tossing back the shot of tequila.

  Hauk ignored the threat with his usual arrogance. “Call it what you want, but until you forgive the old man for hurting your father it’s going to stay a burr in your ass.”

  Rafe shrugged. “It matches my other burrs.”

  Without warning, Hauk leaned forward, his expression somber. “Rafe, it’s going to take a couple of weeks before we’re up and running. Finish your business and come back when you’re ready.”

  Rafe narrowed his gaze. There was no surprise that Hauk was pressing him to deal with his past. Deep in his heart, Rafe knew his friend was right.

  But he could hear the edge in Hauk’s voice that made him suspect this was more than just a desire to see Rafe dealing with his resentment toward his grandfather. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

  “Hell, I have a thousand things I don’t tell you,” Hauk mocked, lifting his glass with a mocking smile. “I am a vast, boundless reservoir of knowledge.”

  A classic deflection. Rafe laid his palms on the table, leaning forward. “You’re also full of shit.” His voice was hard with warning. “Now spill.”

  “Pushy bastard.” Hauk’s smile disappeared. “Fine. There was another note left on my desk.”

  Rafe hissed in frustration.

  The first note had appeared just days after they’d first arrived in Houston.

  It’d been left in Hauk’s car with a vague warning that he
was being watched.

  They’d dismissed it as a prank. Then a month later a second note had been taped to the front door of the office building they’d just rented.

  This one had said the clock was ticking.

  Once again Hauk had tried to pretend it was nothing, but Teagan had instantly installed a state of the art alarm system, while Lucas had used his charm to make personal friends among the local authorities and encouraged them to keep a close eye on the building.

  “What the fuck?” Rafe clenched his teeth as a chill inched down his spine. He had a really, really bad feeling about the notes. “Did you check the security footage?”

  “Well gosh, darn,” Hauk drawled. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

  “No need to be a smartass.”

  Hauk drained his glass of tequila. “But I’m so good at it.”

  “No shit.”

  Hauk pushed aside his empty glass and met Rafe’s worried gaze.

  “Look, everything that can be done is being done. Teagan has tapped into the traffic cameras. Unless our visitor is a ghost he’ll eventually be spotted arriving or leaving. Max is working his forensic magic on the note, and Lucas has asked the local cops to contact the neighboring businesses to see if they’ve noticed anything unusual.”

  “I don’t like this, Hauk.”

  “It’s probably some whackadoodle I’ve pissed off,” the older man assured him. “Not everyone finds me as charming as you do.”

  Rafe gave a short, humorless laugh. Hauk was intelligent, fiercely loyal, and a natural leader. He could also be cold, arrogant, and inclined to assume he was always right. “Hard to believe.”

  “I know, right?” Hauk batted his lashes. “I’m a doll.”

  “You’re a pain in the ass, but no one gets to threaten you but me,” Rafe said. “These notes feel...off.”

  Hauk reached to pour himself another shot, his features hardening into an expression that warned he was done with the discussion.

  “We’ve got it covered, Rafe. Go to Kansas.”

  “Iowa.”