Holding Out For A Hero: SEALs, Soldiers, Spies, Cops, FBI Agents and Rangers

by Piñeiro, Caridad

  “Whatever.” Kandi waved her hand, blithely dismissing Shelley’s years of parenting. “I don’t care about all that stuff.”

  Shelley was channeling ‘be alert’ vibes hard, hoping that Ric figured out something bad was going on.

  The door to the bathroom opened. The squeak was barely, noticeable but Ric stopped cold when he saw Kandi and her gun. Kandi had her back to the bathroom door so hopefully she hadn’t noticed him.

  Shelley relaxed. Ric was here. After years of taking care of herself, she knew Ric wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Shelley’s job now was to keep Kandi distracted.

  “I have a question. Why didn’t you get an abortion?” She really wanted to know. “Don’t get me wrong, Connor is a wonderful man and I’m really proud of him and I’m thrilled you didn’t make that choice. But I’m guessing Jackson Sr. gave you money just like he did me.”

  “It’s a sin.” For an infinitesimal moment, Kandi looked lost. “I couldn’t do that.”

  Huh, hadn’t seen that one coming.

  “But I couldn’t raise a baby.” Kandi stomped her foot. “Don’t you see?”

  “I see a selfish woman, who never thought beyond her own needs,” Shelley sneered. Ric was almost at Kandi’s back.

  “Fuck you! You stole my life!” Kandi shouted. “I should be living in that house. And flying around in that private jet.”

  Ric hadn’t taken his gaze off Kandi as he carefully eased closer. But he lifted his brow so Shelley answered, “It’s not really mine. But yes, the family has a private jet.”

  She just needed to distract Kandi for another minute and Ric would be close enough to disarm her.

  Shelley said fiercely, “I will do anything for my kids.”

  “Connor isn’t yours, he’s mine.” Like a kid playing tug of war with a toy, Kandi seemed stuck on claiming Connor.

  “So what is it that you want Kandi?” Shelley asked softly.

  “All you had to do was leave,” Kandi said. “Why wouldn’t you just go? I could have taken your place and everything would be perfect.”

  The woman had clearly lost her freaking mind. “What’s the plan now?”

  “I have to kill you,” Kandi replied calmly.

  “That doesn’t really work for me,” Shelley said in her most haughty Queen of the Manor voice.

  “Whatever.”

  Shelley let her gaze slip to Ric. That was a mistake. Kandi stepped back and whirled, weapon up and steady in her hands.

  Shit. Ric was close enough that he could lunge and overpower this crazy woman, but based on the confidence with which she held the weapon, she’d be able to get several shots off. At this range the damage would be considerable.

  Now he remembered what had been bothering him. It had been Kandi’s voice outside the door yesterday at the spa. But when they’d reviewed the security tapes, she hadn’t been in the lobby area. Which meant that she had access to another way in to the spa. Which meant she had a contact within the hotel. Dammit.

  Missing that detail had lead right to this moment.

  Wasn’t this irony? He’d spent almost twenty-five years in the Navy and never been shot. He’d gotten dinged up plenty of other ways. Knives, shrapnel, burns, but he’d never taken a bullet.

  That’s why he’d been nicknamed Bulletproof. Now, retired from active duty and in the private sector, he was going to get shot by a gun-toting, crazy ass exotic dancer with a grudge against the Queen of the Junior League.

  He laughed. The Universe had a wicked sense of humor.

  “I am not funny,” Kandi screeched.

  “No. But you’re going to ruin my perfect record.” As he stood there, the light shone down around him from above. In that moment, he realized that to protect Shelley he’d lay down his life. He didn’t care if he got shot.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kandi cried.

  Ric held perfectly still, trying hard to project an air of calm. He didn’t want to do anything to rattle her.

  He was going to have to move soon but he wanted more information before he got shot. “How did you get in here?” Ric asked.

  “There’s an employee entrance. You just have to know the security code on the door.” She laughed. “Easy, peasy. I used to date a security guard here.”

  “You’re smarter than you look,” he injected every bit of admiration he could manage into his voice.

  “Believe it or not,” Kandi said proudly. “Connor didn’t just get his smarts from his father.”

  As long as she kept the weapon trained on him he’d keep her talking. But he saw the resolution in her gaze and knew their time was up.

  “Which means, I’ve got to wrap this up.” She straightened her shoulders and aimed the weapon.

  Ric bunched his thighs and launched himself at her. The report of the weapon was deafening in the tiled room. Shelley screamed as Ric slammed into Kandi. He shoved her arms above her head, and the gun went off again. The bullet ricocheted around the room as he took her down, slamming her body to the tile floor. Her head thunked hard and her body slumped.

  Then the pain hit. Blood obscured his vision and painted everything red.

  Fuck. That hurt. His last thought was he needed a new nickname.

  Queen of Hearts: Chapter Fifteen

  It was over.

  Kandi was in custody.

  Ric had a nice, bright white bandage on his scalp and a new scar. But Shelley was safe. Not a scratch on her.

  His suite was bursting with food and people. Platters of cheese and crackers, veggies and dip, and bottles of wine and beer sat on the wet bar. Shelley, Jack, Bliss, Jessica, Colin, Connor, Ava, Shane Washington, and Keisha Johnson were all jammed inside his room. Riley and Di were on their way in from the airport.

  Everyone had a beverage while they munched on the snacks.

  After two days of being trapped in this room and wanting nothing but to get out, Ric wished everyone would leave so he could be alone.

  The adrenaline let down was kicking his ass hard.

  Especially because he didn’t want to be alone. He wanted to be alone with Shelley.

  But somehow he didn’t think her family would be on board with that. She was across the room on the sofa. Ric was resting on the bed, propped against the pillows. The furthest distance away from her as possible and about a million people between them. It wasn’t his doing, so he figured it must be hers.

  Jack was jabbering away about charges and evidence but suddenly Ric could feel the weight of her stare. On him. He met her gaze, held the intense connection and let everything he was feeling show.

  He wanted all these people gone. Now.

  Shelley shot up from the sofa. “Okay, everyone. Time to let Ric rest. Clear out.”

  Relief pushed hard.

  It took another half an hour before the room was empty. The guys squeezed his hand and offered, ‘I owe you’s. The girls gave him hugs and thanks.

  “If you’re up for it. I could use your help on that other project I have going on.” Jack shot a furtive look at Bliss but she was busy hugging Shelley.

  “Happy to help.” It was clear Jack still hadn’t talked to his bride-to-be. “Let me know what I can do.”

  “Later, NLBP.”

  NLBP?

  “No Longer Bulletproof.”

  Ric smothered a laugh. Especially since Shelley was glaring at Jack. Jack gave Ric a chin lift then headed out the door.

  Connor was last. “You ever need anything, you ask.”

  Ric nodded, then groaned. The bullet had seared across his scalp. He’d been damn lucky. Since he’d refused the pain pills, it still hurt like hell.

  Jess said, “You coming mom?”

  “I’m good.” Shelley crossed her arms over her chest. She was back in the yoga pants and top.

  “But where are you going to….” Jess trailed off. “Ohhh.”

  “I’ll see you later,” Shelley said firmly.

  Thank God. Ric hadn’t been sure that she’d be
en planning to stay. Finally they were the only two left in the room.

  “I thought they’d never leave.” Although her words were confident, Ric could see the nervousness beneath her surface.

  Shelley hesitated then crawled on the bed to settle next to him.

  Ric pulled her closer. With her breasts cushioned against his chest, he burrowed his fingers through her hair and cupped her head in his palm.

  He kissed her. Poured every bit of love and longing and want boiling inside him into the caress.

  Shelley broke away gently. “What?”

  Of course, she wouldn’t settle for nonverbal communication. Luckily, after a life in the Navy, he was used to having to spell things out in triplicate. “I’m crazy about you.”

  She blushed.

  It wasn’t just a little pink in her cheeks either. The heat traveled over her torso, shot up her neck, and flooded her cheeks. He’d surprised her. Again.

  “I’m too old to fall into, and fall for, insta-love.” Shelley tried to deny their attraction.

  So she thought it was okay to ask for sex, but not to demand love?

  “No, you’re old enough to know when you see something you want. Make the decision and then go for it.” Ric countered. “You’ve seen enough shit in your life to recognize the real thing.”

  “It’s too fast.”

  “Bullshit.” Ric was not going to let her get away. “It’s not fast enough.”

  Dammit, his body had recognized hers when she was sitting on that barstool two nights ago.

  “I don’t need anyone,” Shelley said. “I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time.”

  He couldn’t help it. His heart simply fell. What had he thought he could offer her? Nothing. She already had more money than she knew what to do with. A rewarding career with the farm. Her family, her kids.

  “I know.” But inside, he knew he had what she needed. He just had to convince her.

  “But just because I can take care of myself doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice to have someone else looking out for me,” Shelley said softly. “I knew you’d rescue me.”

  That belief in him was just one of the many things he loved about her.

  “I want to be the one who makes sure you get the peace you deserve. To look out for you because you’re too busy looking out for everyone else. To make you happy. To love you.”

  Shit, he’d done it. He’d actually used the L word.

  “I…would like that.” She dropped her forehead to his shoulder. “What if we’re wrong?”

  “Then we’ll work on it.” Ric had never felt more committed in his life. “But we aren’t wrong.”

  She threaded the fingers of her right hand through his.

  He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. “I didn’t come here looking for this.”

  She snorted. “Me either.”

  “I know you didn’t. You never think of yourself first.” Ric rubbed his palm of his left hand along the furrow in her spine.

  “Having your life flash before my eyes changed my perspective.” Shelley shivered. She shifted so that she was sitting on his lap and wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders. They were twined together, comfortable and erotic, as if they’d been in this position a million times.

  “We fit,” she said softly.

  “Like we were made for each other.” Ric smiled. “Take a gamble on me.”

  Shelley said softly, “Okay.”

  “I, uh, don’t have a lot of experience with relationships.”

  “Me, either.”

  He wanted to give her romance. He wanted to give her passion. He wanted to give her all the silly, impractical loving gestures that she’d missed out on before. He wanted to do things he’d never even considered. He wanted to fulfill every single fantasy she had and ones she hadn’t even thought of yet.

  As she lay on top of him, thinking about those fantasies, his cock began to harden.

  “Really?” She laughed.

  “What can I say? I told you I’m crazy about you.”

  Shelley’s heart filled with joy. He was crazy about her. It was there in every look, in every gesture. His erection nudged at her butt. No way. She couldn’t believe he was getting turned on now. “You have a concussion. The doctor said no physical exertion.”

  “I look at obstacles as opportunities.”

  “While I applaud your creative thinking and optimism, I’m not going to put you in any more danger today.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and savored the sweet, tender, loving embrace.

  “There’s always tomorrow.”

  “And the day after that.” She rested her head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. Contentment settled over her. She said firmly, “Tonight we’ll use the opportunity to talk.”

  She bussed his forehead with a kiss and gave thanks that his reaction time was faster than Kandi’s trigger finger. The Universe wouldn’t have been so cruel as to give her Ric and then take him away. She needed to grab hold of every moment. No regrets. She might not be quite ready to use the word love but he should know how she felt. She inhaled, counted her blessings and made a life-changing admission. “I’m crazy about you too.”

  Ric’s smile took her breath away. He squeezed her against his chest, his embrace sexy and comforting at the same time.

  “Since I can’t rock your world with mind-blowing sex,” he paused.

  Shelley waited, wondering what he’d say next. Anticipation shimmered in the air.

  “I need a new nickname.”

  Shelley sat straight up and stared at him. That’s what he wanted to talk about? He’d lost his mind. “You want to figure it out now?”

  “Got to get it nailed down before NLBP sticks.”

  Shelley shuddered at the fact that he was no longer Bulletproof.

  “I was thinking…K.O.S.H.”

  Ric’s steady, calm heartbeat was suddenly super-charged and going a million beats a second. “KOSH?”

  “King of Shelley’s Heart.” He carefully placed her palm over his thundering heart. “After all, you’re the Queen of my Heart.”

  With that declaration, he managed to rock her world anyway.

  —The End—

  About the Author

  Lisa Hughey

  USA Today Bestselling Author Lisa Hughey has been writing romance since the fourth grade, which was also about the time she began her love affair with spies. Harriet and Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys later gave way to James Bond and Lara Croft and Jason Bourne. Exploring the complex nature of a profession that requires subterfuge and lies fascinates her. She loves combining her two passions into fiction. As evidenced by her Black Cipher Files series.

  Taking a break from romantic suspense, Lisa entered the paranormal world of the Angelic Realm. The Seven deals with forbidden relationships between humans and Archangels. At its heart, Rafe is a novel about the dynamic of family relationships. As this series evolves, the core story continues to be about love triumphing in the face of opposition and heartache. (The really hot Archangels don't hurt.)

  And recently she's been immersed in the Stone Family novellas, stories about a blended family of brothers and a sister who have a lot more in common than they realize. But of course she couldn't just write about family and romance. There are complex plots, bad guys, and suspense too.

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  FAMILY STONE BOX SET (Stone Cold Heart, Carved in Stone, Heart of Stone, Still the One, and Jar of Hearts)

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/>   IN TOO DEEP

  by Amber Carew

  Dedication

  To Mark, Matthew and Jason, with love.

  In Too Deep: Chapter One

  He had to get out. Now. The thought sizzled through Frank's brain like a current of electricity, while across the crowded ballroom the subject of his turmoil calmly played her game. Stunning in her shimmering blue gown, she glittered like a precious gem in this setting of the rich and elite.

  Emotions clashed and careened wildly within him. Was that really Angel? The woman he had once loved. The woman he had hated for four long years. He couldn't be sure.

  He had never wanted to see her again and yet now he couldn't stop staring at this woman who looked so much like her. His mind screamed retreat while his burning emotions demanded confrontation. Frozen by his doubt, he forced himself to linger until he could determine her identity.

  A waiter hovered by a circle of guests offering hor d'oeuvres, cutting off Frank's view of the woman. The room swam back into focus, and he damned the Bureau for forcing him to spend his first night in New York at this glitzy, shallow party. But they'd given him no choice. Somewhere in this room his new partner waited to meet him. If the woman really was Angel…. He hooked his index finger in the collar of his white, pleated shirt and tugged. He didn't even want to think about the disaster that would cause.

  All about him people tossed chips around and laughed, careless of how much they lost. The theme was Monte Carlo, the aim to raise money for cancer. Frank chose to observe. Gambling went along with his job—along with the requisite losses.