Base Branch Novel 4
by Megan Mitcham
A silver fox learns new tricks.
The Base Branch office in Washington D.C. is so heavily fortified it makes Fort Knox look like a 7-Eleven. After twenty years in covert ops, nothing fazes Commander Vail Tucker. When a lightning bolt of feminine fury crashes into the interrogation room, holds him at gunpoint, and takes over the task with his prisoner, he’s more than surprised. She escapes without a trace, but Vail is unable to remain dispassionate. He must know what is so important the beguiling woman would risk her life to find it.
Carmen Ruez is deadly and desperate—a combustible combination. Born into the remnants of the Arellano Felix Organization, drugs and violence kept her in a gilded cage—until a twist of fate showed her the roots of their riches, making her yearn for freedom. She works for it. Fights for it. But her brother crosses the line to keep her loyal to the treacherous family she is determined to leave behind.
Following instinct, Vail uncovers Carmen's motives and is galvanized by a protective instinct he hadn't known he possessed. Determination and desire force them to work together to defeat those loyal to Carlos Ruez and the AFO. But are those traits enough to make them fight for a future together?
He slapped his hips and upper thighs, since he rarely carried anything in the front of his pants save for the occasional hard-on. Wouldn’t you know, the beat of his hands on his lap provoked his burgeoning erection. Like this was even on the same continent as an appropriate time.
“Hands in the air. I want a slow 360.”
When his back faced her he tried to wither his cock into submission with a scowl, but then he met her gaze again. What little progress he’d made reining himself in died under her gaze.
“The first two buttons on your shirt, open them.”
Vail swallowed, and licked his lips before setting to work on the buttons. “If you’re trying to check me out, there are easier ways. Knock on my front door and tell me to strip. Better yet, knock on my front door naked, and—”
“I’m sure you’re quite used to that reaction from women, Commander. But you are not my type.”
“Exactly what type am I?” he asked with a grin, pulling the separated fabric of his shirt wide.
“The kind to shoot me in the heart the moment I take my eyes off you.” She maintained a level gaze, refusing to look at his bare chest.
He’d sweated through his undershirt in the first session with Ruez today. “And now what would you like me to do?” A satisfied smirk quirked his lips.
“Bring me to Carlos Ruez.”
His smile fell, and he began refastening his shirt.
“I’ll detonate this place myself before I let you take him out of here.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Megan 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 began working 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 heart pounding romantic thriller novels and window steaming erotic romance.
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