Kick A** Heroines Box Set: The UltimatumFatal AffairAfter the DarkBulletproof SEAL (The Guardian)
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Four pulse-pounding stories featuring no-nonsense heroines who kick ass!
The Ultimatum by Karen Robards
Thief. Manipulator. Con artist. Call it what you will—Bianca St. Ives is the best in the business.
She’s known as the Guardian. Running a multinational firm with her father, she makes a living swindling con men out of money they stole—and she’s damn good at it. She does things on her own terms. But her latest gig had a little hiccup—if you count two hundred million dollars and top secret government documents going missing as little. With only a fellow criminal for backup and her life on the line, it’s up to Bianca to uncover the terrifying truth behind what really happened…and set it right, before it’s too late.
Originally published in 2017
Fatal Affair by Marie Force
Washington, D.C., Metro Police Detective Sergeant Sam Holland needs a big win to salvage her career—and her confidence—after a disastrous investigation. The perfect opportunity arises when Senator John O’Connor is found brutally murdered in his bed, and Sam is assigned to the case. Matters get complicated when Sam has to team up with Nick Cappuano, O’Connor’s friend and chief of staff…and the man Sam had a memorable one-night stand with years earlier. Their sexual chemistry still sizzles, and Sam has to fight to stay focused on the case. Sleeping with a material witness is another mistake she can’t afford—especially when the bodies keep piling up.
Originally published in 2010
After the Dark by Cynthia Eden
Former FBI agent Samantha Dark was one of the most respected profilers in the bureau, but when her former lover turned out to be the serial killer she was hunting, Samantha’s career was destroyed. Blamed for the FBI’s failure on the case, Samantha left Washington, DC, for the quiet anonymity of Alabama. Now an all-too-familiar killer is hunting once again. To catch the cunning assassin, she will need to trust her former partner, Blake Gamble. Ex-military, Blake is tough, protective, precise. But a killer is waiting in the dark, and he has set his sights on Samantha.
Originally published in 2017
Bulletproof SEAL by Carol Ericson
He had to take the shot… And kill his lover.
Branded a traitor, Rikki Taylor is in the sights of sniper Quinn McBride’s rifle. Yet the Navy SEAL knows this woman intimately, and there’s no way she’d betray her country…or him. Saving her is his number one priority. Discovering her real secrets, including the baby she’s keeping from him, can wait—first, they have to make it out alive.
Originally published in 2018
Kick A** Heroines Box Set
The Ultimatum
Fatal Affair
After the Dark
Bulletproof SEAL
Karen Robards
Marie Force
Cynthia Eden
Carol Ericson
Table of Contents
The Ultimatum
By Karen Robards
Fatal Affair
By Marie Force
After the Dark
By Cynthia Eden
Bulletproof SEAL
By Carol Ericson
Thief. Manipulator. Con artist. Call it what you will—Bianca St. Ives is the best in the business.
Growing up, Bianca St. Ives knew she was different from all her friends. Instead of playing hopscotch or combing her dolls’ hair, she studied martial arts with sensei masters and dismantled explosives with special-ops retirees. Her father prepped her well to carry on the family business. Now a striking beauty with fierce skills, the prodigy has surpassed the master.
She’s known as the Guardian. Running a multinational firm with her father, she makes a living swindling con men out of money they stole—and she’s damn good at it. She does things on her own terms. But her latest gig had a little hiccup—if you count two hundred million dollars and top secret government documents going missing as little. Her father also died on the mission. The thing is, the US government doesn’t believe he’s really dead. They’ll stop at nothing to capture Richard St. Ives, a high-value target and someone who has been on most-wanted lists all over the world for over two decades, and they mean to use Bianca as bait. With only a fellow criminal for backup and her life on the line, it’s up to Bianca to uncover the terrifying truth behind what really happened…and set it right, before it’s too late.
THE ULTIMATUM
KAREN ROBARDS
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
CHAPTER 1
It was a small, one-story house nestled all by its lonesome on the shore of Lake Michigan, some fifteen minutes outside the sleepy little town of Port Washington, Wisconsin. Turned silvery gray by natural weathering, its cedar shingle walls blended well with the towering line of shaggy hemlocks that all but hid it from the narrow road that passed in front on the way down to the lake. Had it not been for the muted light glowing through one of the back windows—a bedroom, he guessed—John Kemp might well have overlooked the house in the darkness of the overcast, moonless night. Approaching the house on foot, backpack riding high between his shoulder blades, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his black Polartec jacket to combat the late-October chill, he listened to the wind whistling through the trees, smelled the slightly brackish scent of the lake and observed the acres of woods stretching into the distance with satisfaction.
The isolated setting couldn’t have been more ideal.
He was there to kill everyone who lived in the house.
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In the house’s sparsely furnished back bedroom, four-year-old Beth McAlister lay snuggled up in her bed next to her mother, Issa, stubbornly resisting sleep. She was too excited, too nervous. Too happy/sad/scared. First thing in the morning they were moving. Her suitcase was all packed and waiting with her mother’s by the front door. Her father was on his way to get them. He would arrive sometime during the night. Which was where the happy part came in: she really wanted to see her dad.
When he was around, things were better. Her mother was happier. Beth didn’t feel afraid.
“‘…she said, I did it all by myself. So…’” Dressed like Beth in flannel jammies, propped up on pillows against the headboard with a pile of covers pooled around her waist, Issa sounded tired as she read aloud from one of the stack of books Beth had kept out. The books were her favorites, and they would be packed away at the last possible minute along with Mousie, Beth’s stuffed kitten, which crouched now beside the pillow on which her head rested. Beth badly wanted a real kitten, but they never stayed in one place long enough. Her mother always said, One day. One day they wouldn’t have to move anymore, one day her dad would live with them full-time, one day—well,
lots of things would happen one day.
Beth wished one day would hurry up and come.
She heard something—a faint crunch like a footstep on gravel—and looked away from the pictures in the book, past the lamp that cast a circle of light across the bed, toward where the plain white shade was pulled down over the window to block out the night. There was a gravel path out back that led from the patio to the lake. It went past her bedroom, and it crunched whenever anyone walked on it. Which it sounded like someone just had.
She sat bolt upright in bed, smiling.
“Daddy’s here!”
“No!” Issa had stopped reading to look at the window, too. Now she sat up and dropped the book and grabbed Beth’s arm when Beth would have scrambled out of bed to peek outside. “Don’t do that. Stay here.”
The look on her mother’s face scared her.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Mommy, what?”
“I don’t think it’s Daddy. Daddy would come in the car.” Whispering, too, Issa grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand. She started punching in numbers even as she flung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. “No. Oh, no. There’s no signal.”
That was bad, Beth knew. The harsh note of fear in her mother’s voice made her heart start to pound. Before Beth could say anything else, Issa turned, grabbed her up off the bed and carried her out of the bedroom. Her mother never carried her anymore—Issa said she was too big. Issa was small and slender, with straight black hair and brown eyes, while Beth was blonde and blue-eyed, tall for her age and sturdy.
“Who is it? Who do you think’s out there?” Terrified now, Beth wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck and hung on.
“Shh! It’s going to be all right. Remember the hiding game?” Hampered by Beth’s weight, Issa half walked and half ran down the dark hall past the only bathroom. She turned into the laundry room, her bare feet making quick slapping sounds on the linoleum. She didn’t turn on the light.
Beth buried her face in her mother’s neck. Issa smelled of vanilla and soap.
“I don’t want to play.” Her voice came out all squeaky because her throat was tight.
“You have to. We have to.”
Built into the wall on the other side of the washer and dryer was a big metal cabinet where they kept detergent and stuff. Issa dropped Beth’s feet to the cold floor as she yanked the cabinet open, then crouched down to sweep a bucket and some cleaning supplies to one side.
“Get in.” Issa’s face showed white through the darkness as she turned back to her daughter.
“Mommy, no!”
“Get in.”
That was Issa’s I-really-mean-it voice. Beth crawled into the cabinet. It was metal and crowded with all the things her mother used to clean with, but the cleared-off spot was big enough for her to sit in. She did, with her back pressed against the cabinet’s side and her knees drawn up to her chin. Swallowing hard, she looked out at her mother.
“Please don’t leave me.” Beth knew she was probably whining, which her mother hated, but she couldn’t help it. The cabinet was dark and cold and smelly inside, and she was really, really afraid.
“It won’t be for long.” Her mother’s eyes were enormous shadowy pools in the darkness. Beth made a little whimpering sound, and Issa reached in to stroke her long, loose hair back, tuck it behind her ear. Her hand felt cold as ice. “We’re going to play the hiding game just like we practiced. Remember? You stay in here and be as quiet as a mouse until I come and get you.”
Beth could feel the tremor in her mother’s fingers. She grabbed Issa’s hand, held on tight. They had practiced, everywhere they’d lived for as long as Beth could remember, with herself huddled up in what Issa called a safe spot and being as still as she could be until Issa came for her and ended the game. But this was different. This was for real. This made her stomach feel sick.
“I’m scared,” she whispered. “You get in the cabinet, too.”
“Baby, I can’t. I have to…go do something.”
A muffled, metallic-sounding thud from the front of the house made them both jump. For a moment they stared in the direction of the sound. Then Issa yanked her hand free of Beth’s grip and stood up.
“Mommy—” Frantic at the idea of being left, Beth started to crawl out of the cabinet. Issa shoved her back inside with both hands. Beth looked at her in wide-eyed surprise. Her mother was never rough with her.
“You sit your bottom down and stay in there.” Issa was whispering, but her voice was fierce. Her eyes bored into Beth’s through the gloom. She pointed a warning finger at her daughter. “Don’t you dare make one sound. You hear me? Not one sound. And don’t you come out. I mean it.”
Beth’s lips trembled as she shrank back and sat.
“Good girl.” Issa stood and went up on tiptoe to reach for something on the shelf above the cabinet. For a second Beth could only see her mother’s lower half, her blue-flowered pajama bottoms and bare feet. Beth knew what Issa was after: the big shotgun her dad had stashed up there and warned her never to touch. When Issa sank back down and the shotgun came into view, Beth couldn’t breathe.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Issa leaned over to tell her and closed the cabinet door.
It was instantly dark, so dark Beth couldn’t see anything. The quick pad of her mother’s feet walking away told her that she was alone. She shivered, with cold and with fear, hugged her legs and felt tears sting her eyes. She wanted to cry, but she didn’t. Crying made noise, and she was afraid to make noise. She opened her mouth over her knee, bit down. The fuzzy pajamas tasted weird and felt bad against her tongue, but it kept her from crying.
She knew what was happening: The Shadow had found them. She’d known about the Shadow for as long as she could remember. The Shadow was why they kept moving to different houses, different towns. The Shadow was why her mother drew the curtains tight every night as soon as it started to get dark. The Shadow was why they left whatever place they were living in only to go to the grocery, or the doctor, or, every once in a great while, to church.
The Shadow was always out there somewhere, hunting them, wanting to hurt them.
Now it had found them. It was here.
Beth hunched her shoulders, trembling.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Issa shouted. She sounded like she was still in the hall. Her voice was shrill with fear.
Beth pressed her mouth so hard against her knee that she could feel her teeth sinking into her skin. It hurt. She didn’t care.
Bang.
Beth jumped. She knew that sound: it was the shotgun. Her mother had pulled the trigger. She’d heard it before, when her dad had taken her and Mommy out to a big empty field and shown Mommy how to use the shotgun.
“All you have to do is point and shoot,” her dad had said. “This thing’ll take out a moose. And you can’t miss.”
And her mother had pulled the trigger, and the big gun had made that sound.
Now, inside the house, Issa screamed, jarring Beth into jumping again and then squeezing her eyes tight shut. The sound tore through the air, through the metal cabinet, through Beth’s heart and soul, before being abruptly cut off. Beth was so scared she felt dizzy. She bit down hard on her knee and hugged her legs and rocked back and forth. Tears streamed down her face.
Mommy.
For a long moment she strained to hear through the darkness.
“Beth.” It was a man’s voice, soft and kind of gentle, calling her. Her eyes popped open. She stretched them wide, but she still couldn’t see anything, not even her own hands or legs or feet. Just dark. “Be-eth.”
Beth froze. He was in the house. Every tiny hair on her body stood upright. Her heart beat so hard it felt like a hammer knocking inside her chest.
The Shadow. That was who was in her house. S
he knew it, she could feel it. The Shadow was a man, and he had found them at last.
Her insides twisted. Her mouth was all sour, like fear had a taste.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You can come out now.” The voice sounded closer. The Shadow was walking down the hall toward her. She could hear his footsteps, hear the barely there rustle of cloth.
Mommy. Where are you, Mommy?
“Beth,” he called. “Beth, come on out.”
If her mother was still out there with the shotgun, the Shadow wouldn’t be walking down the hall.
Mommy—
More tears rolled down her cheeks. Her nose was running, but she didn’t dare sniff. Lifting her head, she wiped her nose on her sleeve instead.
“Your dad sent me.” The Shadow was outside the door to the laundry room. His voice sounded so close that she shrank back against the wall behind her and tightened her grip on her legs. Her breathing stopped. She trembled so hard she was afraid of making the cabinet rattle. “I’m here to take you and your mom to him. Come on, honey, we don’t have much time.”
Staying as still as she could, Beth stared blindly into the darkness. Her eyes streamed tears. Her nose ran some more. She wanted to go to her dad. She wanted it so much. But—
Mommy knew she was in the cabinet. Mommy would come and get her if she wanted her. The Shadow was trying to trick her.
Be quiet. Don’t come out. She could almost hear her mother warning her. Shaking, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to breathe.
“Beth.” The Shadow didn’t sound so nice now. He was farther away—she could hear his footsteps moving toward her bedroom. “No more games. Come out right now. Your dad’s waiting for us.”
There was a rattle from her bedroom. She knew that sound: it was her closet door. When it slid open, it made a sound like that. He was looking in the closet, searching for her. He would check under the bed—
Cold little prickles of sweat popped out on her forehead. Mommy—he’d done something bad to Mommy or she would be talking and making sounds. If he found her, Beth, he would do something bad to her, too.