âYou should find a job thatâs not so dangerous,â Rem remarked.
âWhat I do is none of your business. What do you need from Ammar?â Haley repeated.
âWhy do you do it?â
âAnswer me,â she insisted.
âWhy does someone as fragile as you come to dangerous countries and chase terrorists?â Rem asked.
âIs Ammar a terrorist?â
He just looked at her.
âIs he Hezbollah?â she asked.
âWhat do you think?â
So Ammar was a Hezbollah terrorist. Nothing surprising there. âIâm not fragile,â she told him.
He pushed his chair back and stood. Moving with deliberate slowness, he came to stand beside her chair. She strained her neck to look up at him.
âNo?â He reached to brush some hair behind her shoulder.
Haley tensed. Her heart flew.
Dear Reader,
Cullen McQueenâs secret counterterror organization, TES, is bigger and stronger than ever in the third installment of the ALL MCQUEENâS MEN miniseries, Unmasking the Mercenary.
I was after something a little different with this one. I wanted a strong heroine with a dark past to capture the heart of Rem DâEvereux, Mr. Badness incarnate. With a rough childhood that led him down the wrong path for too many years, he has trouble connecting with his heroic side. But then he meets Haley Engen, an ex-POW whoâs determined to win the battle against her own inner demons. The two have a common bond and make each other grow.
Writing Rem as a dark and dangerous hero with a seriously questionable résuméâwhile still retaining his heroismâwas a challenge. But it was a rewarding one. He isnât TES material. But he could be. When bad is really good, a little dose of Nietzsche goes nicely with a love story like this one. I hope you agree!
Jennifer
has been dreaming up stories since she fell in love with The Black Stallion by Walter Farley. With a BS in geology from Colorado State University, she is associate project manager for the spacecraft segment of a satellite imagery and information company. She has received several awards for her writingâone that led to the publication of her debut novel, The Secret Soldierâand she is a 2009 two-time RITA>® Award nominee and Best First Book Golden Quill winner. She lives in Denver, Colorado, with her new man and their pet store: three dogsâMaddie, Dug and Boogerâand plenty of fish. She loves to hear from readers. You can visit her Web site at www.jennifermorey.com.
To Buddy Mizner, for never giving up on me while I dated less deserving men, and for making me write when all I wanted to do was be with him.
May I always âwreck you.â I'm all yours.
As always, to my family and friends, and my critique partnersâSusan LeDoux, Laura Leonard, Sandra Kerns, Annette Elton and Julie Stevens.
And to Mom.
Wish she was here to see this!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
âY ou getting this?â
Haley Engen looked up from the intel file to see the monitor on her laptop computer. Her partner, Travis Todd, had a video camera disguised as a button on his shirt. It had audio capability, but he hadnât spoken to her until now. The camera focused on the forty-something Lebanese man who ran a market on United Nations Drive. He was arguing with someone she didnât recognize. Standing behind his checkout counter, the Lebanese glanced around the four-aisle market as though worried heâd be heard. He passed over Travis without any sign of suspicion and then turned back to the stranger. For as big as Travis was, he could blend in when he tried. Right now he was fingering a candy bar.
âYeah,â she said. âWho is that heâs talking to?â
âNever seen him before,â he answered in a low voice. He never talked during surveillance, but the stranger presented a possible new twist to the mission.
Theyâd been tracking the Lebanese man in Monrovia, Liberia, for a few days now, watching his daily routine. The file in front of her said he was a diamond merchant named Habib Maalouf who had family history with Hezbollah. That made him worth a closer look. Which was the reason for this little endeavor into the fine, forsaken land of extortionists and murdering rebels. Diamonds didnât wash through the country the way they did in Sierra Leone, but it was filled with people whoâd do anything to get their hands on them.
âIâll send something to Odie and see what she can come up with.â She cropped a picture of the man whoâd resumed his heated discussion with the Lebanese merchant. Too bad they hadnât bugged the checkout counter.
Travis passed the front counter and the two men stopped talking. Then the monitor filled with passing cars and people walking along the street.
Haley spotted a man leaning his shoulder against the white wall of a hat vendor across the street. His height and size made her notice him. He was very tall and big. Not overly muscle-bound, but solid and strong. Broad shoulders filled his white T-shirt. Round biceps. Sinewy forearms. Thick black hair and dark stubble. The way he perused the activity on the street gave her a chill. He gave nothing away. Didnât smile. Didnât alter his expression. Just watched. His gaze landed on Travis and then moved on.