“There aren’t any cooking facilities,” Bullard said cheerfully. “Yet people manage to cook and eat just fine.”
Dave rolled his eyes. “You never make it easy, do you?”
“Leia wants it simple.”
“Yeah, Katie said something about that, and she’s talked to Leia a couple times.”
“Yeah, so how are things with you and Katie?”
Dave looked up, a flush high on his cheeks. “We’ve worked together fine over the years,” he said, “and she knows the area well, which is a blessing.”
“So you are in touch with her often?”
“Haven’t been for a while, but she heard you were missing and called me,” he said, nodding. “It’s been nice to have somebody to talk to through the last few months of chaos.”
“Right,” Bullard said. “Well, let’s see how this next step of our life goes.”
“First, we have to get you married,” Dave said, with a laugh.
“About that, there’s a chance,” he said, “that some of the men might try to get married too. Maybe even as a surprise to all the women.”
Dave stared at him. “Jesus,” he said, “that would be a hell of a thing to pull off.”
“It would,” Bullard said, with a smile. “And would it be possible to pull it off without having all our lives in danger?”
At that, Dave frowned, shook his head, and said, “You know something? I’d like to say yes, but I think it’s a no.”
Bullard nodded. “I’m afraid you’re right,” he said. “I know that this is what Leia really wants, and that’s what we’ll do, but I feel very much like something else is going on here. Something that goes back to the island.”
“Then let’s go back and deal with it,” Dave said. “With all of us there, it’s a whole different story than just the two of you.”
“Got it,” Bullard said. “So let’s make it happen.”
“Make what happen exactly?” Dave asked, frowning.
Bullard grinned, and, with his arms spread wide, he said, “All of it! The wedding for us, a wedding for everyone else, and making sure we stop whoever it is who betrayed Leia on the island before.”
“Right,” Dave said. “You’re asking for a lot.”
“Nope,” Bullard replied. “I’m asking for the moon. Not a problem. We’ve done that before, so let’s do it again.”
This concludes Book 8 of Bullard’s Battle: Bullard’s Beauty.
Read about Bullard’s Best: Bullard’s Battle, Book 9
Bullard’s Best: Bullard’s Battle (Book #9)
Welcome to a new stand-alone but interconnected series from Dale Mayer. This is Bullard’s story—and that of his team’s. All raw, rough, incredibly capable men who have one goal: to find out who was behind the attack on their leader, before the attacker, or attackers, return to finish the job.
Stay tuned for more nonstop action as the men narrow down their suspects … and find a way to let love back into their own empty lives.
After finding the killer who’d tried to take out the entire team, and now with Bullard safe, the crew heads back to the island where he recovered. Leia wants to get married there, so Dave has gone ahead with Katie, Bullard’s caterer, to set things up.
Dave has a new lease on life, now that Bullard is safely back home, and fixes his sights on an old friend he’s always kept slightly distant. Katie has been in Dave’s orbit for a long time; she’s not sure what’s changed in their relationship, but something certainly has, and she couldn’t be happier.
Except for one loose thread from that same island. After all, someone let the outside world know Bullard was alive. Someone they had yet to find. So a week in paradise might start with some time in hell first.
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Damon’s Deal: Terkel’s Team (Book #1)
Welcome to a brand-new series from USA Today best-selling author Dale Mayer, where dark-ops SEALs have special senses and skills, needed to solve intrigue, betrayal, and … murder. A series with all the elements you’ve come to love, plus so much more, … including psychics!
Ice poured herself a coffee and sat down at the compound’s massive dining room table with the others. When her phone rang, she smiled at the number displayed. “Hey, Terk. How’re you doing?” She put the call on Speakerphone.
“I’m okay,” Terkel said, his voice distracted and tight.
“Terk?” Merk called from across the table. He got up and walked closer and sat across from Levi. “You don’t sound too good, brother. What’s up?”
“I’m fine,” Terk said. “Or I will be. Right now, things are blown to shit.”
“As in literally?” Merk asked.
“The entire group,” Terk said, “they’re all gone. I had a solid team of eight, and they’re all gone.”
“Dead?”
Several others stood to join them, gathered around Ice’s phone. Levi stepped forward, his hand on Ice’s shoulder. “Terk? Are they all dead?”
“No.” Terk took a deep breath. “I’m not making sense. I’m sorry.”
“Take it easy,” Ice said, her voice calm and reassuring. “What do you mean, they’re all gone?”
“All their abilities are gone,” he said. “Something’s happened to them. Somebody has deliberately removed whatever super senses they could utilize—or what we have been utilizing for the last ten years for the government.” His tone was bitter. “When the US gov recently closed us down, they promised that our black ops department would never rise again, but I didn’t expect them to attack us personally.”
“What are you talking about?” Merk said in alarm, standing up now to stare at Ice’s phone. “Are you in danger?”
“Maybe? I don’t know,” Terk said. “I need to find out exactly what the hell’s going on.”
“What can we do to help?” Ice asked.
Terk gave a broken laugh. “That’s not why I’m calling. Well, it is, but it isn’t.”
Ice looked at Merk, who frowned, as he shook his head. Ice knew he and the others had heard Terk’s stressed out tone and the completely confusing bits and pieces coming from his mouth. Ice said, “Terk, you’re not making sense again. Take a breath and explain. Please. You’re scaring me.”
Terk took a long slow deep breath. “Tell Stone to open the gate,” he said. “She’s out there.”
“Who’s out there?” Levi asked, hopped up, looked outside, and shrugged.
“She’s coming up the road now. You have to let her in.”
“Who? Why?”
“Because,” he said, “she’s also harnessed with C-4.”
“Jesus,” Levi said, bolting to display the camera feeds to the big screen in the room. “Is it live?”