Virtues
Base Branch, #8
Base Branch, #8
by Megan Mitcham
Publication date: September 6th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Publication date: September 6th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Once
they’re gone, can you ever get them back?
BLURB
As a CIA spy turned traitor to
her country, Cara Lee kissed her virtues goodbye long ago. After seventeen
years, her retribution ended with the burial of her enemy and a fresh start
with her daughter. If only she could forgive herself enough to rebuild their
relationship.
Luck—her daughter’s fiancé—wasn’t
Cara’s only attempt at atonement. She took Marina Sorensen off a Swedish street
corner and schooled her in the art of survival. Too bad the girl sold her and
Luck out to the thugs of Brödraskapet.
Her disciplined nature prods Cara
to tie the loose end—one way or the other. But the commander of the UN’s
special forces has other plans. The last thing she wants is another government
job. Given an ultimatum—and a babysitter—she plays along.
Tyler Grace should have been a
farmer in east Texas, but the universe had other plans. A tactical expert for
the Base Branch, when he finds a problem, he seeks the best way to fix it. Cara
presents an obstacle he’s ill prepared to conquer—but he’ll die trying.
Struggling to sort through her
past, Cara clings to the one virtue she has left, while Tyler dares to prove
she never lost them.
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Cara’s POV:
“You’re damn determined to get frisked.” The stranger called
Bulldogger by the soldiers standing next to him held his hands loose but ready
at his sides.
“And you’re determined to lose a part of your manhood.” Cara
glared.
Bulldogger stepped into the line of the lasers dotting her
stomach. His angry green gaze left her and found his cohorts. He raised his
index finger and whirled it. She looked back long enough to see the two men
frown and then give her their backs. “You too,” he barked. Luck and Rin balked.
“Now.”
When they turned, Cara faced the cowboy. “What about you?”
“So you can sever my spine? I don’t think so.” His nod was slow,
his eyes steady.
He’d demanded more privacy for her than she had reason to expect,
and they’d wasted enough time. Cara unbuttoned the snap of her slim fitting
tact pants, freed the zipper, and pushed them over her hips. Gravity made quick
work, plunging them to her ankles and giving her access to all her weapons. Too
bad they didn’t work anymore. The black lace of her bra hadn’t enticed him. She
doubted the matching boy shorts could. At forty-five, she’d officially lost her
touch.
Ever the gentleman, the stranger didn’t leer, but then again, his
gaze didn’t leave her body either. Probably scared of losing a ball. And
rightly so.
She unbuckled the double straps from her taut thigh and tossed the
sheath and two small knives to the floor. Cara hitched her shirt, unwound that
strap from her middle, and tossed it and the single blade down with the others.
“Satisfied?”
“Turn.”
Cara glared a hole through his forehead. He whirled that index
finger again, while his neutral visage maintained a clinical interest. Still,
it felt too intimate to be standing before only him in an open room full of
people and guns. She slapped her long blond ponytail over her shoulder and
swiveled on her heels, determined not to make anything of her unusual
vulnerability. When her gaze lost his, and the mostly bare ass cheeks leveled
on him, the humid air inside the old warehouse condensed on her back once more,
threatening to give her away. Her feet shifted to complete the 360 with her
pants around her ankles. The sooner, the better.
“Stop,” he ordered.
Damn.
“I charge by the minute,” she growled.
“Huh.” The rumble of his harrumph rattled its way across the shell
of her ear from mere inches away. Her ruffled ponytail shot over her shoulder
and smacked her collarbone. Heat centered her spine as the back of his hand
clamped the dagger strapped to the clasp of her bra, running up the center of
her back.
“I charge by the inch.” The rumble of his growl reverberated
against her cheek. He dragged the hot metal from its sheath, pulling the damp
material away from her skin. Gooseflesh spread across her shoulder blades. The
sharp point skimmed along her spine.
A shiver zipped every which way, except the way it should’ve…which
was no-damn-where.
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Author Info
USA Today bestselling author
Megan Mitcham was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the
Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She
attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a
bachelor's degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For
several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved
to South Carolina and worked for an international non-profit organization as an
instructor and co-director.
In 2009 Megan fell in love with
books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests.
But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!
Megan lives in Southern Arkansas
where she pens sizzling suspense novels. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter,
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