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Making more words on Hunted Soldier!

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I’m in the homestretch now! Time to put Shawn and Connor in another life or death situation. ‘Cause that’s how I roll. 😉

Throwback Thursday – Broken Soldier

Broken cover 6x9 BOOK 1

It was a year ago this month that Broken Soldier (Shadow Unit Book 1) was published. With Book 3 (Hunted Soldier)  well underway, I wanted to show some love on this Throwback Thursday to Sergeant Connor Finley and Sergeant Shawn Weller’s first mission with a free read of Chapter One!

SUMMARY:

Sergeant Connor Finley and Sergeant Shawn Weller are dedicated soldiers working covert ops for Shadow Unit — a joint UK/US anti-terrorism task force.

Partners in the field and out, they had been through hell together for the last four years and made it through standing side by side. But when their latest undercover op to bring down an arms dealer plunges them into a world of drugs, sex and violence, Shawn must literally get in bed with the enemy in order to complete the mission. And Connor is forced to watch, helpless, as his partner is broken into pieces.

Will love be enough to put them both back together or will this be their final mission?

WARNING: Contains scenes of drug use, graphic sex and realistic situations

CHAPTER ONE

The first thing Sergeant Connor Finley noticed was the heat. He hadn’t been on the tiny balcony for more than three minutes and his green t-shirt was already damp with sweat and sticking to his chest and back. What he wouldn’t give to be at home in his native cool and wet London instead of Kuala Lumpur in the middle of summer. And at the Ritz instead of this crappy hotel in the middle of Chinatown.

Connor brushed a bead of sweat from his brow and leaned cautiously against the sagging railing to better overlook his surroundings. It was an assault to all five of his senses. Everywhere he looked was a riot of color – the bright clothing of the tourists and locals, the fabric awnings over the shops and the flags flying above the stalls that lined every inch of the crowded streets. He drew in a breath of air that was filled with the smells of a complex variety of cuisines from a wide cross-section of cultures being sold from the food vendors. Even up here on the fourth floor, it wasn’t difficult for Connor to hear the sounds of dozens of conversations, the honking of car horns or the shouts of the vendors trying to entice both locals and tourists alike to purchase their wares.

Behind him, Connor heard his hotel room door open and close, but he didn’t turn from his observations. He’d know the footfalls of his partner anywhere. A moment later Sergeant Shawn Weller stepped up beside him, a lit cigarette held between his fingers. Connor turned to look at his partner as Shawn leaned on the balcony railing.

Besides the fact that both he and Shawn were 36 years-old, they were a study in contrasts. Darkness and light.

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