Synopsis:
Sergeant Justin Shaw returned from the war with what is left of his
unit, though instead of being hailed as heroes, they are being sought as test
subjects. Their last mission behind enemy lines to obtain a WMD ended with them
exposed and on the run. Their goal is not only to destroy the weapon, but also
the program being run by their own government. Justin and his men have
sacrificed everything for their mission. Will it be enough? Samantha James, a
girl whose father disappeared almost twenty years ago unwittingly holds the
key. When her father returns bodies start to fall. Sam doesn't know who to
trust. Both Justin and her father have their own agendas and either one of them
could end up with her dead.
unit, though instead of being hailed as heroes, they are being sought as test
subjects. Their last mission behind enemy lines to obtain a WMD ended with them
exposed and on the run. Their goal is not only to destroy the weapon, but also
the program being run by their own government. Justin and his men have
sacrificed everything for their mission. Will it be enough? Samantha James, a
girl whose father disappeared almost twenty years ago unwittingly holds the
key. When her father returns bodies start to fall. Sam doesn't know who to
trust. Both Justin and her father have their own agendas and either one of them
could end up with her dead.
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Excerpt:
“I’ll go with her, Sarge.” Jimmy hopped
out to make room for her to exit. Shaw was already out, landing lightly on the
balls of his feet on the opposite side of the door. He moved like a fighter.
Sam had seen a few truly good ones at the gym and at least Shaw was better than
any she’d seen before. She would be willing to bet the other two weren’t
slouches either. “No, I will.” He waited for Sam to take the lead, surveying
the streets for threats. “Hear anything, Jimmy?” Sam watched Jimmy grab
headphones off a hook below the narrow table serving as a desk in the cramped
van. He listened for a minute and shook his head. “Nope. Can’t hear anything
but that don’t mean it’s clear.” They exchanged a look Sam didn’t understand.
She considered making a break for it and Shaw closed the distance between them,
not touching but his message clear. Shaw let her open the outer security door
leading into the complex then followed her into the building, but put his hand
over hers when she slid the key into her lock. She jumped at his warm touch,
noting in passing his hands felt calloused but not overly rough. Her eyes went
to where their hands were stacked on her door and wondered how many people his
hands had broken. How many women has he touched? Mortified at herself, she
dropped her hand and stepped aside to let him open the door. He eased past and
held a hand out indicating she should stay behind him. Seeing the way the men
worked together and had her covered, Sam pretty much figured it was pointless
to stage an escape attempt in her building or try to cry out and involve
someone else. She couldn’t handle any more guilt, and apparently she was having
some sort of breakdown brought on by stress. Thus, she was relatively subdued
as she followed his silent command though she glared daggers at his
well-developed back as he crept into her apartment. They were a few feet down
the hall when Sam heard something tap the bathroom door, making her jump. She
spun to face it and before she could do anything else, Shaw had his arm wrapped
around her waist pulling her tight up against him with one hand, a gun
appearing in his other. It was so fast she barely had time to recognize what
was happening. Just one minute she was facing the bathroom, the next she was
staring at a blue tshirt stretched snug over broad shoulders smelling a
combination of fabric softener and hot man. Heart beating wildly, Sam put her
hands out to push against his back and peer around him. His muscles were hard
under her hands as he turned his head, placing his profile a hand’s breadth
from hers. She could see the glints of gold and definitely auburn in the
stubble on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved in at least a day. “Stay close.” He
commanded in a whisper, taking his hand from her waist and pushing her back
with his body, giving him room to open the door while hugging the wall as
tightly as possible. Frightened enough to listen Sam stayed close, feeling the
cool wall behind her. The result was a Sam sandwich. She breathed short, shallow
breaths and moved with him. One hand reached out and twisted the knob, shoving
it open in one fluid motion. Into the hall flashed a gray streak, low to the
ground and yowling the whole time. Sam saw the gun tracking it and brought her
hand down on his forearm, instantly re-aiming the gun’s muzzle at the floor
away from its target. “Wait. It’s Bill,” she cried in a panic. The tension in
his arm eased and she wriggled herself out from behind him to dash after her
terrified cat
out to make room for her to exit. Shaw was already out, landing lightly on the
balls of his feet on the opposite side of the door. He moved like a fighter.
Sam had seen a few truly good ones at the gym and at least Shaw was better than
any she’d seen before. She would be willing to bet the other two weren’t
slouches either. “No, I will.” He waited for Sam to take the lead, surveying
the streets for threats. “Hear anything, Jimmy?” Sam watched Jimmy grab
headphones off a hook below the narrow table serving as a desk in the cramped
van. He listened for a minute and shook his head. “Nope. Can’t hear anything
but that don’t mean it’s clear.” They exchanged a look Sam didn’t understand.
She considered making a break for it and Shaw closed the distance between them,
not touching but his message clear. Shaw let her open the outer security door
leading into the complex then followed her into the building, but put his hand
over hers when she slid the key into her lock. She jumped at his warm touch,
noting in passing his hands felt calloused but not overly rough. Her eyes went
to where their hands were stacked on her door and wondered how many people his
hands had broken. How many women has he touched? Mortified at herself, she
dropped her hand and stepped aside to let him open the door. He eased past and
held a hand out indicating she should stay behind him. Seeing the way the men
worked together and had her covered, Sam pretty much figured it was pointless
to stage an escape attempt in her building or try to cry out and involve
someone else. She couldn’t handle any more guilt, and apparently she was having
some sort of breakdown brought on by stress. Thus, she was relatively subdued
as she followed his silent command though she glared daggers at his
well-developed back as he crept into her apartment. They were a few feet down
the hall when Sam heard something tap the bathroom door, making her jump. She
spun to face it and before she could do anything else, Shaw had his arm wrapped
around her waist pulling her tight up against him with one hand, a gun
appearing in his other. It was so fast she barely had time to recognize what
was happening. Just one minute she was facing the bathroom, the next she was
staring at a blue tshirt stretched snug over broad shoulders smelling a
combination of fabric softener and hot man. Heart beating wildly, Sam put her
hands out to push against his back and peer around him. His muscles were hard
under her hands as he turned his head, placing his profile a hand’s breadth
from hers. She could see the glints of gold and definitely auburn in the
stubble on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved in at least a day. “Stay close.” He
commanded in a whisper, taking his hand from her waist and pushing her back
with his body, giving him room to open the door while hugging the wall as
tightly as possible. Frightened enough to listen Sam stayed close, feeling the
cool wall behind her. The result was a Sam sandwich. She breathed short, shallow
breaths and moved with him. One hand reached out and twisted the knob, shoving
it open in one fluid motion. Into the hall flashed a gray streak, low to the
ground and yowling the whole time. Sam saw the gun tracking it and brought her
hand down on his forearm, instantly re-aiming the gun’s muzzle at the floor
away from its target. “Wait. It’s Bill,” she cried in a panic. The tension in
his arm eased and she wriggled herself out from behind him to dash after her
terrified cat
Author Bio:
HK Savage has been a voracious reader of anything she could get
her hands on going back to the second grade when she would set her alarm two
hours early to read before school. Her passion for the written word has
continued and flowed into writing going back nearly as far. Her books have fans
in twenty countries on six continents with hopes of attracting attention onAntarctica if for no other reason than to check a box.
her hands on going back to the second grade when she would set her alarm two
hours early to read before school. Her passion for the written word has
continued and flowed into writing going back nearly as far. Her books have fans
in twenty countries on six continents with hopes of attracting attention on
Currently, HK is a mother, wife and black belt in Karate as well
as an avid dressage rider. Her three dogs: a Doberman puppy and two ancient
Doxies keep her busy when she is not writing or working.
as an avid dressage rider. Her three dogs: a Doberman puppy and two ancient
Doxies keep her busy when she is not writing or working.
HK has been an editor for several newsletters over the years, her
favorite being for Heifer International where her ideas were put into effect
and complimented by those on high. Currently her editing skills, honed for
nearly a decade in advertising media, have been focused on her peers and
clients in the writing world as Founder and Editor in Chief of Staccato
Publishing and new digital imprint, Darkest Night Publishing.
favorite being for Heifer International where her ideas were put into effect
and complimented by those on high. Currently her editing skills, honed for
nearly a decade in advertising media, have been focused on her peers and
clients in the writing world as Founder and Editor in Chief of Staccato
Publishing and new digital imprint, Darkest Night Publishing.
Paranormal is a favorite genre as well as science fiction and the
possibilities we have not yet realized. Her favorite premise: "what
if?"
possibilities we have not yet realized. Her favorite premise: "what
if?"
STALK HK!
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