by Marie Harte
But no, Charlie Wilson had been scared of him—Elijah Ortiz.
The notion should have pleased hm. Charlie had turned on her cousin and nearly gotten Kennedy and Alex killed. But all he felt when he thought of the petite female who smelled faintly of Circ was confusion.
He had to get a handle on his feelings, and soon, because in just a few days, after the holiday—Kennedy and Bailey had insisted—they’d follow up on the intel Carter and he had collected. Eli thought they’d found Charlie’s location.
Now to figure out how to kidnap a woman who could see the future and would know when and where they were coming from without dying in the process.
Nothing like a challenge to get the blood pumping.
He grinned and shoveled faster, wondering how scared Charlie would be when he tossed her over his shoulder and showed her what it meant to cross the people he loved.
Circe’s Recruits 2.0: Elijah
Circe’s Recruits: ROANE
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Circe’s Recruits: Roane
EXCERPT
“DERRICK AND HALE, post at the exits. Zack, the blanket.” Zack nodded, helping Roane wrap the woman up in an overly large blanket.
“Ace is waiting with the SUV,” Zack murmured.
Moving with a sense of urgency and praying Vincent Hoff and Simon Dunn were the only two assholes the Project’s Protection Agency — the PPA — had sent after Caitlyn Chase, Roane hefted Caitlyn in his arms and hurried down the alley toward the parking lot. Derrick held him back a moment, then nodded and shuttled him to the vehicle.
Ace had popped open the back hatch and sat waiting behind the wheel, tapping at it nervously. “We need to fly,” he said as Roane gently set the woman down and slammed the hatch shut. “I’ve got cops looking for me from that accident scene on Beach. The other guy is majorly pissed that I smashed his precious Lexus.”
Roane waited for Derrick, Zack, and Hale to enter the vehicle before climbing in the front passenger seat.
“Slow down, we don’t want to draw attention,” he warned Ace as the man pressed the accelerator.
“Talk about your backseat drivers,” Ace mumbled but slowed a fraction. “So what’s the deal with the package?” He looked in his rearview at the back.
“She started changing, right there in the alley,” Derrick said with a grin. “Damn if she didn’t do Roane some damage.”
“Some,” Roane agreed, suddenly feeling the sting of several deep gouges. “The stubborn woman wouldn’t listen.”
“Would you have?” Zack asked with a snort. “She just got mauled by two dickheads from the PPA and has no idea she’s a Circ.”
“And then she had to face you,” Hale added with mock terror. “Hell, I’d have gone for your jugular the minute I laid eyes on your ugly face.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Ace agreed and turned onto Washington Street, heading out of Cape May proper. “Now, how about you idiots shut up while our fearless leader tells me where to go?”
“I’d like to tell you where to go,” Derrick muttered.
“The compound,” Roane said, staring out the window. “Zack, contact Doc and let him know we’re coming. He’ll need to identify what they drugged her with.”
Zack nodded and reached for his cell phone.
As they merged onto the Parkway, Roane thought about the woman they’d just saved. He stared at his arms. She’d raked him with inch-long claws. But despite the low growl when she’d been threatened, he had the impression she’d wanted more to escape than to harm. Interesting qualities for a lab rat. All of the former patients from the project were psychotic, Circs with no conscience who preyed on the weak. Caitlyn was the first they’d found who seemed fairly normal. Until her untimely change.
Normal. He scowled, wishing he could banish the picture of her voluptuous body from his mind. Her sheer, white cotton shirt had done nothing to mask the perfection straining beneath. Instead, with her every effort to be free, the shirt had either molded to the fullness of her breasts or slid open to accent the slick valley between those bountiful mounds. God help him, but Roane had zeroed in on the heat of her hard nipples as they raked across his chest with more force than her damn claws.
“Doc’s standing by.”
He nodded to Zack and blatantly stared at the speedometer, causing Ace to swear under his breath and slow down. A low, sudden groan captured everyone’s attention from the back.
“She shouldn’t be doing that, should she?” Derrick asked, shifting in his seat. “The dart should have put her down for another few hours, at least. The ones the PPA use normally do.”
Roane narrowed his gaze when he realized the rest of his men were squirming as well. He took a breath and froze as his dick swelled to a massive erection.
“Shit, she’s in heat.”
Circe’s Recruits: Roane
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