Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
Today Rimshot's Hard Target is now available at Amazon and I'm offering snippets. It's technically Book 3 in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series, crossing over with Cat Johnson's Hot SEALs. CPO Kevin Stanton is talking to his friends about why he's so frustrated. His sister has been missing for months and his father hasn't done a damn thing about it. Kevin's nickname is Rimshot.
Chris limped over to them, pushing between Retro and Magic. “Did I hear you right? Does your father consider your sister one of his possessions?”
Old anger churned in Kevin’s gut as he nodded. “Yeah. To him, that’s all women are good for. They’re meant to look elegant on your arm and be brood mares. Hell, he values his quarter horses more than he did my mother or sister.”
Chris’s expression hardened. “Sounds like a real charmer.”
“Yeah, well, he was a senator and a career politician. Charm is woven into his suits.” A grin washed quickly across his lips. “But he never convinced my maternal grandfather. I think Granddaddy saw right through his sweet talkin’. That’s why he left the bulk of his money to me and my sister. Senator Stanton can’t touch a cent of it.”
The ingenuity of his grandfather still made Kevin laugh. The old man had watched his daughter’s marriage with suspicion that only grew over the years. He made it very clear he wanted all the money meant for his daughter to go to her children. He’d always had time for Kevin and Bethany. Besides his sister, Granddaddy had been the only other family member cheering Kevin’s choice to join the SEALs.
“Are they still looking for your sister?” Chris had always kept up with the personal lives of her men, even after she came off active duty.
“Yeah, I think so. It’s been fifteen months so the rush has died down.” There were other reasons for that, but he didn’t need to share them here. “I gotta do something, but when I went home on leave, I didn’t find shit. And the powers-that-be ain’t sharin’ intel.”
“Sounds like you need someone who specializes in missing people.” Chris glanced at her husband and Retro before fixing Kevin with her direct stare. “My friend Jaime Hensen, the Maid of Honor at my wedding, is a private detective who finds those thought to be lost forever. She’s a cold case expert and never gives up. Plus she has police contacts all over the U.S. and some abroad, too.”
Immediately, the image of a sassy auburn-haired woman with a star map of freckles across her nose filled Kevin’s mind. She’d been dressed to the nines at Chris and Todd’s wedding, and nothing could curb his hard-on that whole night. He hadn’t slept with her. More’s the pity. But he’d spent most of the evening listening to her talk, enjoying her scent and her honey-colored eyes.
“Yeah?” He hid the rising anticipation with a look of disbelief. “What can she do that the U.S. Army can’t?”
“You want a list?” Chris smirked and Kevin snorted with rueful agreement. “Just give her a call.” Chris jotted a phone number down on a scrap of paper. “She really is remarkable at finding people, alive or dead, and she never gives up. She definitely has the heart of a SEAL.”
Kevin blinked and stared at Chris, scanning her face. How does Chris know anything about my heart?
It took him a few seconds to realize she referred to Jaime’s determination, not his own pining for her best friend. And I’m not pining for her. No, not at all. In fact, it had been a whole week since he’d thought of her.
Most of which we were in training.
“Thanks, Ghost. I’ll take a look.” He pocketed the card as he nodded.