Military Romantic Suspense
As a general's daughter, Alicia Stone has fought twice as hard for everything she's earned in the military. A Special Forces consultant with black belts in three martial arts, she's as strong as her surname implies. No one dares call her Alicia—no one but Colonel Robert Maxmillian, head of the Biological Response Team.
With Alicia at his side, Max must lead the team into northern Iraq to investigate a virus—or is it a weapon?—killing the area's population. Charged with guarding his body, she can't help wanting his hands on her body. Max would be the perfect fling. But he demands more.
The heat builds between them, but danger quickly follows. As the two get closer to the source of the virus, they'll have to risk their future to outsmart a scientist with nothing to lose.
There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them. ~ Andre Gide
“They’re not going to agree with your plan, Colonel,” Alicia muttered as she stared at the group of military doctors standing several feet away.
Colonel Robert Maximillian, head of the US Army Biological Response Team bent closer to the tiny, curvy Sergeant Alicia Stone and had to clear his throat before asking, “What makes you say that?”
“Look at their body language,” she continued in that almost subvocal whisper. “They’ve closed ranks and you’re on the outside.”
He had to consciously hold himself still as he studied the group of men. Military doctors from five different countries. They were positioned in a tight circle, two with their backs to him, talking quietly. All of them stood at just a hair under attention. The faces he could see were set, eyes serious. Understandable. These were dangerous times, and their mutual enemy could be anyone, even someone in your own army.
Stone shifted and her shoulder brushed his arm.
His attraction to the sergeant was irrational and impossible. He wasn’t a fan of either.
“They’re having a simple conversation, Sergeant, nothing more.”
“I’ve been on the receiving end of that kind of conversation,” Stone said, her voice filled with enough acid to melt steel. “If they wanted to include you, they’d have left a space for you to step into, but they didn’t. They’ve already decided and they know you’re not going to like their decision.”
“That’s ridiculous.” He knew every man in the group and had earned their respect. “They’re professionals and they know I have new information for them.”
“It isn’t going to matter. Their minds are made up.” Stone’s voice was so sharp he stopped to really look at her.
“What happened?” he asked her.
“It’s not what happened, but what’s not going to happen that’s the problem, sir.”
“No.” He waved away the reference to the meeting they were about to attend. “I mean, with you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this angry before.”
“Me, angry?” she said with wide eyes that did nothing to hide the displeasure on the rest of her face. “I’m grateful, sir, to be the only female combat trainer for the Special Forces.” Her tone made it clear she was anything but grateful.
“Did you break another officer’s arm?” Four months ago, an asshole who’d thought he was some kind of martial arts expert had tried to intimidate Stone during a training session. She’d put him on the mats twice before he got angry and attacked for real, thinking she couldn’t handle an actual fight. She’d not only broken his arm, but two fingers of the opposite hand, as well.
The incident hadn’t ended there. The officer had accused her of assault, but with so many witnesses the charges against Stone had been thrown out, and he’d been charged with assault. Since then, however, at least two other officers had lodged formal complaints against her.
The old boys’ club, closing ranks.
“Nothing that would show up on an X-ray.” Her voice sounded bland. Something had gone very wrong.
If someone hurt her, he was going to find out and make their life miserable. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
She jerked, as if the question startled her. “Don’t argue with me if I tell you to do something.”
“Arguing with one’s bodyguard would be stupid. I try not to be an idiot more than twice a day. I reached my quota an hour ago.”
Julie Rowe’s first career as a medical lab technologist in Canada took her to the North West Territories and northern Alberta, where she still resides. She loves to include medical details in her romance novels, but admits she’ll never be able to write about all her medical experiences because, “Fiction has to be believable”. Julie writes contemporary and historical medical romance, fun romantic suspense and military romance. Her most recent titles are the MEN OF ACTION boxed set and VIRAL JUSTICE book #3 of the Biological Response Team series. You can find her at www.julieroweauthor.com , on Twitter @julieroweauthor or at her Facebook page: www.facebook.com/JulieRoweAuthor
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