“It’s so beautiful,” Her voice choked up. “It’s perfect.”
Nate took her hand, and slid the it onto her paint-smeared ring finger. He lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed her hand.
She finally yielded to the pull. He wrapped her in the circle of his arms.
“I want to be your man,” Nate said. “Whatever comes our way. Good times, bad times, scary times. I’ll stick to you like glue. I know what’s good for me.”
“Oh, Nate.” Her voice was an unsteady wisp of sound.
“Say you will.” His voice caught, and broke. “Be my lady. Be my wife. Forever.”
“Oh, yes,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, and suddenly, forever stretched out before them as their lips met. Promising, beautiful and bright.
Beckoning them onward together.
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HAVOC
THE HELLBOUND BROTHERHOOD
BOOK FIVE
Payback is a bitch…
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He’s in no mood to play nice…
Mace Trask is setting a trap for the bastard who just tried to kill both his brothers, and he can’t wait to spring it. Then a sexy, mysterious woman shows up and starts wandering around GodsAcre, the remote property in the mountains that he’s wired to blow, putting Mace’s plan in jeopardy and herself in deadly danger. There’s only one thing to do—so Mace whisks her away to his cabin in the woods, determined to find out what this fiery beauty wants, and knows…
Her beauty inflames him…
Cait Lamott is terrified when the huge guy with buzzed off hair and ice-blue eyes drags her off into a remote cabin in the woods. She’s on a mission to find her father, a virologist who disappeared fourteen years ago, and nobody is going to stop her. Certainly not this suspicious, muscle-bound, infuriating, fascinating man. Not even her body’s traitorous reaction to him.
But as they work together to uncover the terrifying truth, they start to crave each other’s touch. Mace’s armor is no defense against Cait. Her sweet passion burns him, her courage inspires him, and her razor-sharp mind might just be what it takes to keep them both alive.
Because their enemy is closing in fast—and the stakes are higher than they can imagine…
Havoc - Chapter 1
Mace Trask squinted over the high-powered binoculars, following the swiftly moving splotch of teal and aqua with his naked eye for a moment as the mysterious woman wandered behind the fire-blackened ruins of the GodsAcre Great Hall and out of his field of vision. She moved casually, as if the place weren’t the scene of a mass murder. As if it didn’t hide deadly secrets that could kill in ways that no one could even yet begin to understand.
This girl just strolled around, poking here and there, checking it all out. Taking pictures, kicking rocks and hard lumps of melting snow. No clue. La-di-da.
There she was again, on the other side of the Great Hall. Who the fuck was she? And what was she doing here? GodsAcre was a death trap. They’d gone to insane lengths to keep people away from this place, for people’s own safety. Every local ordinance forbade coming anywhere near. No one had been here in months, other than himself, at least not since the winter snows sealed it in.
A lost hiker? She was dressed for it. Stretchy sports pants showed off a memorable ass, and the sweatshirt hugged her shapely torso. High-tech boots with ankle support. A feather-weight backpack. Classic hiker’s gear.
He focused the lenses once again as she shrugged off her backpack and took off her fleece jacket. It wasn’t warm this high up in the mountains, but the sun was high right now. Under the sweatshirt, she wore a fitted sleeveless sports top that showed off strong looking shoulders, and clung lovingly to the proud curves of a truly spectacular rack. Not thin. Sexy-strong. Toned, muscular legs that looked like they had lots of spring to them. An athletic hair band around her forehead held back a halo of tight black ringlets that were just short of shoulder length. Some floated high above her head. Her hair had lots of bounce and flop. She had golden brown skin, and her face looked pretty from here. Big, striking eyes. Too far away to see the details.
Not that he cared about details, for fuck’s sake. Eyes on the ball, Trask. The hiker’s gravity-defying tits were irrelevant. It had been a while since he’d blown off any steam, sexually or otherwise. At this point, pitched battle with blood, carnage and mayhem would be a welcome relief to this aching tension of constant readiness.
But so far, nothing. So far, he’d missed all three of the big battles that asshole Redd Kimball had inflicted upon Mace’s two older brothers and then his best friend, Nate. For revenge, and to get back his virus. And just for pure vicious meanness.
He wasn’t missing another battle. This next one would be the last and definitive one, because that motherfucker Kimball was done tormenting Mace’s family. They guy had been at it for decades. It stopped now.
But where did this woman fit in? She didn’t strike him as one of Kimball’s people. She didn’t fit the profile, or have their vibe. And after the shit that had rained down recently, it was strange for Kimball to send someone like her to do recon.
Then again, maybe that was the point. Who better to send than someone who looked innocent and random?
She was dressed for hiking, but there were no public trails nearby, and no state or national parks within miles. The single road that led up to GodsAcre had been blocked way down at the bridge, miles down the canyon. There was no approach from the other side. There was nothing out behind GodsAcre but increasingly desolate and inhospitable wild country at higher and higher elevations.
So whatever her reasons, this woman had meant to come here. And on foot, too. It was a long, cold, snowy walk, so she was highly motivated. And now she was wandering around the ruins of GodsAcre, taking pictures. Not nature pics, but pictures of muddy holes in the ground. Burned, collapsed buildings. Piles of rubble.
Even the way she walked struck him as suspicious. She didn’t look lost. She didn’t look aimless, or confused, or hesitant.
She looked focused and purposeful.
Mace was personally acquainted with every single member of the CDC team that had studied the living shit out of this big hole in the ground, as well as all the local, state and federal police who had shown an interest in the events of the past few months. She was not one of them. He would have remembered anyone that hot.
None of them had made much headway on figuring out what the fuck Kimball had been planning. The CDC, after studying the virus info Fi had decrypted, had some disquieting theories, but so far, nothing concrete. Nothing they would commit to.
Whatever Kimball was planning, he was insanely, murderously committed to it. He’d killed upwards of fifty people, and those were just the ones Mace knew about.