Strike
Zone
Hawk Elite Security #3
By Beth
Rhodes
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 13, 2017
Synopsis
Sharpshooter,
Emily Rogers, was the best at what she did, until a job went tragically wrong
resulting in the death of an innocent child. Haunted by guilt and harassed by
the media, Emily turns her back on the only existence she’s known, hiding
herself away and trying to build a new life.
When a job comes
up requiring a sharpshooter, Hawk Elite medic, John Vega, has the perfect
excuse to hunt down the woman he’s had a crush on for over two years. When he
finally finds her living a quiet life in a small town on the coast, he makes
her an offer she can’t refuse.
Aware she needs
closure, Emily agrees to work with John, but soon it becomes obvious she has a
target on her back. Can she trust John enough to stay and give in to the
attraction growing between them? Or will fate show her that she should have
stayed hidden in her quiet coastal town?
Excerpt
After a restless
night, John woke early. She’d slept at his back, unmoving, all night. But her
presence there, the warmth of her body and the sound of her soft breathing,
might as well have been the five alarms to the fire that had sprung to life in
his blood—loud, screaming, and made to put a man into action.
He sighed as he
opened his laptop and sent an email to Hawk.
No updates yet.
No evidence left behind of who the shooter might have been.
Team news was
slow as well. Jamie had left for Belize. Marcus traded in his truck for a jeep.
Tyler had gone back to work this week, and things seemed to be going well for
him and Jenny. Hawk maintained he would keep their whereabouts to himself until
he was sure. There had been some inconsistencies from the Press. Two who spoke
to Hawk claimed an informant.
John frowned. He
couldn’t think of a single person from his team who would spill the beans. They
were family. They argued sometimes. But never…
“No.” He shut
his laptop and checked his watch. Time to catch a plane.
“I still think
we should go back to Harbor View.” Emily sat, watching him, her brows furrowed,
her legs folded in front of her and wrapped in her arms. “We’d have Eddie. It’s
safe there.”
Heat rose on his
neck at the sight of her, sitting there, looking so very darn tempting, so very
not his to touch. His MO was to avoid close encounters—with women in general.
The rules of waiting had been pounded into his brain too long for him to merely
disregard them. He went on dates, just fine. He liked the company of the softer
sex, like the talking and the thought that went into it, especially after hours
and sometimes days of being around the male variety.
Emily was as far
from the softer sex as he’d ever come across. Even the other women at Hawk
Elite—the few—had a soft edge and ways of doing things that was apparently
female. This women had steel in her spine. She was sharper, harder even than
some of the guys. Malcolm.
So to see her
sitting there, looking so…pretty, so very mellow and delicate, even a little
uncertain forced him to see vulnerability, no matter how sexist that was.
“Hello?” Emily
tilted her head and unintentionally bared her shoulder when the collar of her
shirt shifted.
He rolled his
eyes and stood. “We have to go if we’re going to catch our flight.”
She rose,
wearing only a very short pair of shorts. He quickly turned to give her
privacy. “I’m going to throw my bag in the truck and check out. Get dressed.”
“Okay, Father
John,” she said, a laugh in her tone.
He never let
that nickname bother him before. This time it stopped him, and he turned back
and saw the laughter in her eyes, yet it wasn’t condescending or even cruel.
And then she winked. He took her in with his eyes, her messed up air and
rumpled clothes, and bit back a serious moan. When his gaze met hers again, her
eyes were wide as if she was surprised…
That he was
attracted to her? That he was a man and wanted her?
He let her see,
because it was one thing when the guys ribbed him about being a priest, but
when she said those words, it turned into something completely unholy.
“Right,” she
squeaked and hurried to the bathroom. “I’ll get ready to go.”
He slammed the
door when he went out, thankful when the cold air hit his skin and cooled the
heat within. He sent up a silent plea of mercy and wasn’t surprised when only
the whisper of the wind was his answer. Some things didn’t need words.
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Meet the Author
Beth Rhodes grew
up thinking she was going to travel the world and be a missionary, helping the
poor. She would travel to exciting places...like Russia and Australia. She was
going to wear a canvas backpack and take a wooden raft down a river through the
jungle. She never had any plans for romance or getting married, either. But
after a few years of college, studying English Literature, she married her own
real-life hero, who patiently puts up with her absentmindedness and
creativity... And the only poor babies she helps now are her own six children.
She learned that
life doesn't always go the way she plans, except for one thing, BOOKS.
At a young age,
she read Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew then worked her way through series by
Brock and Bodie Thoene and Gilbert Morris. And finally, she broke into romance
with Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Nobody's Baby But Mine. Her one constant,
besides God, has always been books. So it was no surprise when she started
writing them...
Beth writes in
order to share a little love and lots of hope with a hurting world.
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