Defying the Skies (Sequel to “Searching the Skies”)
by Thea Landen
Erotic Futuristic Romance
Publisher: Carnal Desires/Double Dragon Publishing
Release Date: July 15, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 27,000
Double Dragon eBooks: http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-77115-116-1
The officers return to their posts after a relaxing, decadent visit. They learn of a distressing event upon completing a week-long mission: A terrorist group has organized a strike and taken hostages in their efforts to attract attention to their cause. When Geneva discovers Marcus is listed among the missing, she disobeys her orders and sets out to join the reconnaissance team with Ash by her side. Will they find Marcus before it’s too late for him to affirm his desires?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including m/f/m and m/m/f menage) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
“Take them out!” came Chase’s order via her earpiece. Geneva flattened herself against the narrow steel blockade and peeked around it. Three shadowed figures with massive guns stood just around the rounded edge of the hallway. One was halfway hidden behind a beam similar to hers, while another crouched behind a stack of crates. The body of the third jutted out from beside his squatting colleague. His exposed head and chest made an ideal target. She attempted to keep herself as concealed as possible as she aimed her gun and squeezed the trigger. A series of cracks behind her indicated her teammates shared her strategy. When their foes returned fire, she ducked back to safety and checked her ammunition.
“One down,” spoke a familiar voice nearby.
Glancing up, she saw Ash standing in a small recess on the opposite side of the passage. Their fellow men and women were scattered throughout the narrow tunnel, having taken cover behind any available barrier. Before she could say anything, shots echoed from the opposite side of the ring-like passageway where the other half of the group had gone. The battle for the hostages had commenced.
Her heart thumped in her chest as she tried to ignore the danger of their assignment. “Focus, Geneva,” she murmured. “Remember your mission.” She chanced another look out into the hallway. Another pile of discarded boxes lay farther up and across from her. Running on the diagonal would risk exposing herself to enemy fire, but it could give her a clearer shot at the second gunman. She lowered herself to the floor, waited for a lull in the barrage of bullets, and scrambled towards her destination.
Shots blasted overhead as she dove for cover, tucking in her legs as she rolled into the opposite wall. She kept her head down and visualized her goal. Taking her shot would leave herself vulnerable. There was no other option.
She listened to her opponents discharge their weapons. As soon as the last round was emptied, she sprung out from her hiding place. The top half of her adversary’s head poked up from behind the makeshift barricade while he reloaded his gun. She’d found success with much smaller targets in the past.
Her military-issue bullets penetrated her opponent’s helmet, and he slumped over. She didn’t wait for him to hit the ground before shielding herself once more. Leaning back against the protective debris, she surveyed the rest of the team’s whereabouts. Ash had taken her place beside the support beam, his rifle clenched in his hands. From her position on the floor, she could see two more of her associates partially hidden by various structures. She assumed the rest were behind them.
Gunfire sounded from the other end of the ring. Geneva hoped none of the shots fired had hit any of her allies. Her instincts were to offer assistance, but they had one more impediment to deal with in this half of the circular structure. “The last one,” she said, just loud enough for the others nearby to hear. “Anyone got a clear shot?”
Ash shook his head. “I know he’s still there, but I don’t see him.”
“Too bad we didn’t bring any grenades,” he joked. “Though we’d risk blowing a hole in the exterior and being sucked into space.”
She smirked in response to his attempt at levity. “We could run around the other side and help Chase and the others.”
“Or if we eliminate this last guy, we can attack the second group from behind and increase our odds.”
His brow creased behind his clear faceguard. “Want me to try to lure him out? I can be very enticing bait.”
“No!” A pit formed in her stomach at the thought of losing another close companion to the terrorists. “It’s too dangerous.”
“I’m more agile than I look,” he said. “And I trust this very expensive armor.”
“Don’t do it.”
“You’ll cover me.” Ash’s clear blue gaze met hers. “I trust you even more than any of our equipment.”
Geneva swallowed. “Your mind’s made up, isn’t it?”
“It’s either this or stay trapped here indefinitely. I don’t want to be a sitting duck for whatever they’ve got in store for us next.”
“You’d better know what you’re doing.” She faced away from him and inched towards the edge of her barrier, remaining crouched behind it. “Let’s try not to get killed.”
Her muscles tensed as she waited to attack. Ash fired twice. Nothing happened. The next series of his shots rang out from the center of the hallway, close behind her. “He’s out! Go!”
Staying low to the ground, she sidestepped at an angle. The final gunman appeared to her, and she aimed her gun. Before she could pull the trigger, another slew of bullets burst forth from her foe. She blocked out the sound of Ash’s body slamming into the opposite wall and delivered three deadly projectiles to the face of her assailant.
When no one appeared to take the place of the slain enemies, Geneva whirled around. “Ash?”
About the Author:
Thea Landen lives in New York with her husband and a variety of houseplants. A former educator, she strives to encourage creativity and passion in all those around her, and uses writing to help inspire. Though she reads and writes in nearly all genres, she has a special fondness for science fiction and fantasy and anything that pushes the imagination beyond its usual limits. When she’s not writing, or thinking about writing, her hands and mind are occupied by either yarn crafts or role-playing games.
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