Playing on the theme, I’ve pulled today’s snippet from my WIP set in Susan Stoker’s Special Forces: Operation Alpha Kindle World. RESCUE MOON releases on November 22th, right before Thanksgiving. In a brief overview of the story, MSGT Hawkins “Hawk” Greenwood is a special operator in the US Army. He’s also a Wolf. Assigned as an instruction with Delta Force at Ft. Hood, Texas, he’s reassigned to a one-man rescue mission. Dr. Dana Peterson, a prep school anthropology teacher has been kidnapped by the Zeta drug cartel in Mexico. She’s left behind when her students are ransomed. Now it’s up to Hawk to bring her home…and into his <3. 😉 Hope you enjoy this unedited peek at Hawk and Dana. 🙂
Hawk lifted his head, listened. Crap. “Get back against the tree, Dana, and make yourself as small as you can.” He lunged toward her and she made a high-pitched squeak but she followed his instructions.
“What is it?” she whispered, curling up even tighter. This guy was a whole lot bigger than he first looked. She’d thought him tall and lanky but there was real muscle and bulk beneath that uniform. She blinked. A uniform with no insignia. Didn’t Army uniforms have stuff on them? Stuff like names and rank and unit patches and things. She edged further away as she peeped up at him.
“Drone. I hadn’t thought about them having access to one.” He glanced down at her and his nostrils filled with the sharp tang of ammonia. Her fear was spiking—but it had been before he answered her question. “Dana? Er, Dr. Peterson? What’s wrong?”
“How did you find me?”
She sounded so lost and confused, and very, very scared. He didn’t have time for this discussion. He needed to take down the drone. get them up to his camp, grab the stuff they’d need, and get her out of the area. Which meant a very long hike. He settled next to her trying to blend in with the landscape. He’d have a better chance in wolf form but that wasn’t an option, despite his wolf’s whining about the woman. The damn thing wanted her to pet him. What was up with that?
“I’m a special operator, Dr. Peterson. Do you know what that is?”
“Like a SEAL or something?”
Hawk suffocated the snort wanting to escape. Freaking SEAL Team Six was ruining the mystique for everyone else. “Or something. I’m the Army’s equivalent. I was assigned the mission to infiltrate the area and find some way to rescue you.” He scrubbed at the scruff on his jawline and noticed how her eyes tracked his hand and saw something akin to desire spark in her eyes. Pale green eyes with a dark evergreen ring around the irises. He got lost studying her—her wide-set eyes with long lashes, her straight nose and her mouth. Damn, he wanted that mouth on all different parts of his body. Her top lip formed perfect arches topping the full bottom and they were a pale pink that would redden as he kissed her.
What about y'all? Any scary words to share today?