Sometimes you just have to go all in…
Tate Irvin, former SEAL and current member of GAPS, is
tasked with going over to Cameroon to help foil a potential
threat to the US before it begins. His cover depends on a
woman he’s never met, a doctor. Unsure of the brilliance of
using a civilian in such a task, he’s surprised when he
meets her, sexy, smart, fearless, and at times, more than a
bit reckless. A perfect combination in his mind.
Albany Schovanec has traded in her life of luxury in the
States to work her own clinic in Cameroon, and truly do some
good. A friend asks to utilize her clinic as a cover for an
operation, she agrees. Not new to the undercover world given
her work with Tungsten Protective Services, she agrees. She
didn’t count on her instant attraction to him. As things
heat up both between them and with the situation, will their
passion be ignored or will she agree with him and jump all
The man shoulder-bumped him, bringing the pungent scent of
unwashed male. Tate allowed the hit to turn him, despite
wanting to punch him. Not to mention disarm him.
“Where is Albany? Her, I keep around because I want to fuck
her. You, I will just kill.” A shrug. “Although, some of my
men may prefer you.”
You think you or your men will touch me and it’s going to
turn into a bloodbath. “Not sure where she is; I just
got here.” He forced a nervous smile on his face. “Are you
sure no one is hurt?”
“Just you,” he snipped, slugging him in the gut.
“I’d really appreciate you not assaulting my staff, Mykelti.
It’s hard enough to do my work without you injuring them or
running them off.”
The voice wove and punched through the air Tate gasped for
then wound around his soul. Shit, he was in trouble if her
voice affected him in such a way.
“You didn’t ask for permission to bring in someone else.
This is a white American.”
Tate stood and looked beyond the green swathed shoulders of
his assailant, Mykelti, only to find himself staring at a
woman who had all the blood in his body rushing south.
Holy Christ. Pigtails have never looked so hot. He
ran his gaze over her then did it, again, just because he
had to make sure he wasn’t imagining this woman. He wasn’t
entirely sure how an Albany Schovanec was supposed to look,
but this wasn’t anything his mind had created. Her
heart-shaped face was covered by smooth brown skin, as was
the rest of her. No polish on her nails and this nearly
hidden sultry look on her face. Her full lips taunted him.
Did pin-up models work in small clinics in the middle of
Her black cargo pants clung to her curves and gave him this
insane urge to draw them down and explore the limbs beneath.
He smiled as he read her off-white shirt. Try not. Do, or
do not. There is no try. A woman who quoted Yoda
couldn’t be all bad.
She crossed her arms and glared at the man who looked like
he wouldn’t have an issue killing his own mother. “I don’t
answer to you. None of us here do. We’re here because we
want to help people in the region. Take you and your damn
guns and get out. You’re scaring my patients.”
He muttered something, his men replied then they all left.
Not just one but all of them eyed Albany as if they were
seeing her naked. Hell, Tate’d done the same thing, but the
possessiveness in him didn’t want them to even consider it.
I didn’t know it was supposed to happen this way. Christ,
I’m damn near hearing bells.
Tate lingered near as she spoke to James, gave him a hug,
and waved as he drove away. The children came back out and
began playing a game of soccer. He walked to her and pushed
his hands in his pockets.
“Why don’t you help me put away the supplies,” she said in a
friendly voice. Albany led the way, and once it was just the
two of them there, she whirled on him, eyes hard and cold.
“Look, Tate, or whatever your name is, you can use this
place as your cover, and I’ll vouch for you as my assistant.
All I know is I hope to God you can do basic doctoring.
Don’t antagonize the ones with guns, and whatever you do,
don’t get my people shot.”
Guess she’s not hearing bells, which is a damn shame.