Armed Response
Is the woman he once loved, the traitor they’re searching for?Ex-Special Forces soldier Jace Eakin must find the mole inside Omega who’s leaking intel to a terrorist mastermind. Despite their complicated history and the fact that she is keeping a secret, he can’t believe it’s SWAT team leader Lillian Muir. As they give into long-denied passion, Jace vows to protect Lillian with his life. But he’s been wrong about her before . . .
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IS THE WOMAN HE ONCE LOVED...
THE TRAITOR THEYâRE SEARCHING FOR?
Former Special Forces soldier Jace Eakin must find the mole inside Omega whoâs leaking intel to a terrorist mastermind. Despite their complicated history and the fact that she is keeping a secret, he canât believe itâs SWAT team leader Lillian Muir. As they give in to long-denied passion, Jace vows to protect Lillian with his life. But heâs been wrong about her before...
Omega Sector: Under Siege
JANIE CROUCH has loved to read romance her whole life. This USA TODAY bestselling author cut her teeth on Mills & Boon Romance novels as a preteen, then moved on to a passion for romantic suspense as an adult. Janie lives with her husband and four children overseas. She enjoys traveling, long-distance running, movie watching, knitting and adventure/obstacle racing. You can find out more about her at janiecrouch.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07917-4
ARMED RESPONSE
© 2018 Janie Crouch
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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This book is dedicated to my sister-in-law, Kimberly. Thank you for always being such a source of joy and encouragement, not just to me, but to everyone around you. And for making Mark read my books. I love you.
Contents
The way some women felt about that perfect little black-dress-and-heels ensembleâready for anything, able to handle themselves, bring it onâLillian Muir felt about her SWAT cargo pants, combat boots and tactical vest.
The heavy clothing and gear she wore might have felt burdensome at one time on her five-two, one-hundred-pound frame, but she had long since adjusted. Now she almost felt more comfortable with the extra thirty pounds weighing on her than she did with it off. The weight was a comfort. A friend.
Her HK MP5 9mm submachine gun rested against her shoulder, just grazing her chin. Her fingers curled gently around it as she moved through the silent winter air of this Colorado night. A shotgun strapped around her back and a Glock pistol low on one hip provided further assurance she could handle what was ahead.
More than a pair of high heels ever would.
And what was ahead was pissing her the hell off. A manâa fatherâholding his ex-wife and their two children hostage at gunpoint.
âBulldog One, status.â
Lillian tapped the button that allowed her to speak into the communication system attached to her ear under her helmet. âApproaching back door, TC.â
âRoger that. Hold for entry.â One of the teamâs newestâand temporaryâmembers, Philip Carnell, was acting as Tactical Command. Carnell wasnât the teamâs usual TC and his presence added to Lillianâs unease about the mission. Not that Carnell wasnât brilliant when it came to planning and calling the shots. He was. Had an IQ of about a million and was able to process tactical information and advantages faster than anyone Lillian had ever seen. His mind was like a damn computer.
