Alias
What ever happened to Darcy Steele?In school, she was everyone's best friend. But these days, Darcy Steele was a single mother living in the shadows following a marriage gone dangerously wrong. Not even her closest friends knew her whereabouts–until one of those friends was murdered.Now Darcy was back to find answers about her friend's death, even if it meant jeopardizing the cover she'd so carefully constructed–and discovering that the one man she trusted might not be what he seemed. Because risking her own life was a small price to pay when the lives of those she loved were at stake….Athena Force: Chosen for their talents. Trained to be the best. The women of Athena Academy shared an unbreakable bond…until one of them was murdered.
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Trained together at the Athena Academy, these six women vowed to help each other when in need. Now one of their own has been murdered, and it is up to them to find the killer, before they become the next victimsâ¦.
Alex Forsythe:
This forensic scientist can uncover clues others fail to see.
PROOF by Justine Davis
Darcy Allen Steele:
A master of disguise, Darcy can sneak into any crime scene.
ALIAS by Amy J. Fetzer
Tory Patton:
Used to uncovering scandals, this investigative reporter will get to the bottom of any storyâespecially murder.
EXPOSED by Katherine Garbera
Samantha St. John:
Though sheâs the youngest, this lightning-fast secret agent can take down men twice her size.
DOUBLE-CROSS by Meredith Fletcher
Josie Lockworth:
A little danger wonât stop this daredevil air force pilot from uncovering the truth.
PURSUED by Catherine Mann
Kayla Ryan:
This police lieutenant wonât rest until the real killer is brought to justice, even if it makes her the next target!
JUSTICE by Debra Webb
ATHENA FORCE:
They were the best, the brightest, the strongestâwomen who shared a bond like no otherâ¦.
AMY J. FETZER
The daughter, wife and mother of U.S. Marines, Amy J. Fetzer has written over twenty-seven historical, paranormal, short contemporary and romantic suspense novels and novellas, and now she takes on adventure romance for Silhouette Bombshell. From moving across the country to across the world, Amy has a storehouse of knowledge and experience to draw on for her writing. A certified diver with five years of Shorin Ryu Karate (just in case sheâs attacked sixty feet underwater by a flounder), Amy has rappelled down a mountain, fired weapons and loves writing âstrong heroines who know what has to be done, then do it. Believe me, a Marine wife would never wait to take action.â
To the women of the United States Marine Corps Our often forgotten heroines, mothers, sisters and daughters who strap on a helmet, a nine-millimeter, shoulder a rifle and heft a sixty-pound pack just like their male counterparts.
For walking into danger and being willing to die to protect and defend the freedom of a nation.
If thatâs not a true heroine, I donât know what is.
Semper Fi
Contents
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
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 1
Somewhere in northeast Texas
10:00 p.m.
E li Archerâs world was about to change.
If heâd had any smarts, heâd have left for his usual Friday night out with his pals by now. Instead, heâd stuck around his house, drinking too much too earlyâand that turned a redneck bully into two hundred pounds of mean and nasty.
His mistake was in taking his temper out on his small, barely nineteen-year-old wife while Darcy was less than a hundred yards away.
At the first scream, Darcyâs long legs ate up the dry, flat land, each step on her toes to make as little noise as possible. She hitched over the porch railing and stopped short of rushing through the half-open back door, then flattened against the wall. The floor-boards creaked but Eli couldnât hear the noise over his own shouts. Over the degrading insults he threw at his wife, Mary Jo.
Darcy reached up and gingerly unscrewed the back-porch light, throwing the area into darkness.
Sheâd been watching the isolated country house from the tree line since sundown. Up close, it was worse. Sacks of garbage torn open by animals were stacked against the house. The stench of rancid grease and rotten food hung in the night air, which pulsed with swarming flies.
Darcyâs eyes watered. The place reeked more of hopeless neglect. Its sagging porches and roof begged to be put out of their misery with a well-placed wrecking ball. Paint barely colored the wood exterior, the stains of the rusted tin roof streaking the sides of the building like bars caging in its inhabitants.
But a shiny new pickup truck sat in the dirt driveway, a full gun rack clear in the rear window. Easy to see where Eliâs priorities lay. Darcy had already unloaded the weapons and removed the firing pins. But that didnât mean Eli Archer didnât have more. Men like him always had more weapons than guts. Predictable morons. Eli drank heavily, worked little and, for recreation, tortured stray cats and spotlighted deer. That Eli beat his wife was a character flaw that put him just below amoebas.
A real prize.
Inside the house, Eli shouted for his boots. He was leaving. Men like him always left long enough to work up some twisted reason as to why they pounded on womenâshe had personal experience to back up that theory. Darcy prayed Eli went out the front door without hurting Mary Jo again. Confronting a drunken wife beater was not in her immediate plans, but she couldnât let him hurt the girl. If his mood was any indication, heâd kill her.
Darcy spied through the window for a sign of Mary Jo Archer. Shadows moved behind tattered curtains, and her heart pounded a little harder as the people inside drew closer to her position.
