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BROTHERHOOD PROTECTORS HAWAII BOOK #2
New York Times&USA Today
Bestselling Author
ELLE JAMES
ABOUT KIANA’S HERO
Former Marine Force Recon, Devlin Mulhaney left the military when politics interfered with the mission, and he lost a friend. He quickly realizes that civilian life can prove to be just as dangerous.
When her high-class fiancé absconded with all the money she’d worked so hard to accumulate, fashion model, Kiana Williams, left the catwalk in Honolulu and disappeared to Maui to start a new life in a less dangerous field. A call from a former roommate drags her back to search for a missing friend. This time, she’s not going in alone. She hires Brotherhood Protectors’ Dev Mulhaney to ensure her safety and to help her locate her missing friend. Her conditions:
“I don’t need a date. I don’t want a relationship. I’m not going to fall in love with you.”
Together they navigate a growing attraction in the midst of the dangerous world of high fashion and elite escorts, where money can buy beautiful things or get you killed.
Kiana’s Hero (#2)
SOLDIER’S DUTY
IRON HORSE LEGACY BOOK #1
New York Times&USA Today
Bestselling Author
ELLE JAMES
CHAPTER1
“As you all know,William Reed escaped from a prison transport yesterday.” Sheriff Barron stood in front of a group of men and women who’d gathered around him at the side of the highway in the foothills of the Crazy Mountains on a blustery cold day in early April.
He continued, “We have security camera footage showing him stealing a car from a convenience store in Bozeman. The license plate of the vehicle he stole matches the license plate of the vehicle behind me.” Sheriff Barron turned to the side and waved toward a vehicle half-hidden in the brush behind him. “The state police are on their way, and they’re also sending a helicopter from Bozeman. But they aren’t as familiar with the mountainous terrain as you are, and the weather might keep them from using the chopper. That’s why I’ve asked you to bring your horses and ATVs. All of you know these mountains better than anyone. And you are the select group of people I trust most to handle this situation.”
James McKinnon tugged up the collar of his coat around his chin to keep a blast of wintery wind from snaking down his neck. He listened silently as the sheriff explained why they were there. With each breath James took, he blew out a little cloud of steam.
Rucker, his bay gelding, pawed at the ground impatiently.
James had chosen Rucker because he was the most sure-footed of the horses in his stable. For the manhunt they were about to conduct, the gelding was the best bet. The Crazy Mountains could be as dangerous as the man they were searching for. And the weather wasn’t helping.
The sheriff gave them a steely glance. “We don’t know at this point whether or not Reed is armed but assume that he is.”
James’s hand went to the pistol in the holster he had strapped to his hip.
“Sheriff, what do you want us to do?” one of the men in the crowd called out.
The sheriff straightened, with his shoulders pushed back and his mouth set in a firm line. He stared at each of the people gathered around, making eye contact with each person. “Bring him in.”
“And how do you want us to do that,” another man called out.
The sheriff’s chin lifted. “Most of you follow the news. Reed was in prison for multiple counts of murder. He killed two guards during the armored truck robbery. When he was cornered, he killed two cops. The man was serving a life sentence without parole.
“While being transported to a high-security prison, his transport vehicle ran off the road. The driver was killed on impact, but the guard in back with Reed wasn’t. He was injured. Reed finished him off. Now, I’m not telling you to kill Reed, but if at any time you believe your life is in danger, shoot to kill the bastard. If at all possible, don’t engage…report. Our primary goal is to bring Reed in before he hurts anyone else.”
James’s hands tightened into fists. He hadn’t killed a man since he’d been a member of Delta Force more than two decades ago. Not that he’d become squeamish about killing a man in his old age, but it was just that he’d thought his people-killing days were over when he’d left the military.
The only killing he’d done lately was the occasional coyote in the chicken coop and deer or elk while hunting in the fall.
