From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Re: United States Marine, Jessica Whittaker
Christine,
Now that weâve learned Arachneâs true identity, we can better protect the women sheâs sure to target.
Jessica Whittaker will be one of them. She and her friend Nikki Bustillo have more to their genetic makeup than good looks and courage. With all the files Arachneâs stolen from the IVF labs, sheâll know just what talents they possess. Though I still havenât nailed down how Arachne plans to use the women and their special powers, I aim to offer these Athena alums as much warning as I can.
Iâll be contacting Jessica, asking her to be cautious. But Iâve also got a role for her in Arachneâs takedown. More information about our enemy lies under the water, in a three-year-old shipwreck off Puerta Isla. With Jessicaâs special abilities, sheâll find what weâre looking for. Even with A. on her tail.
D.
Dear Reader,
Iâll be the first to admit that I am a sucker for series. Iâve worked on continuities before and found it one of the most rewarding writing experiences. So of course I was both thrilled and agog when I was asked to be a part of Athena Forceâbut not too stunned to say, âYes!â
The fun was compounded when I found out who my characters were: Jess and Zack. The Marine and the Geek.
Jess is tough. A little broody. Loyal. A woman who will fight for both those she loves and what is right, but who is also oh-so-determined to keep her vulnerabilities to herself. I knew she would be a bit of a challenge and I was right. Jess is not an easy character to know. Things I thought I knew about her were true but there were also many unexpected surprises. And no, I am not telling you what they are or they wouldnât be surprises.
Then thereâs Zack. People hear geek and picture a pasty guy who lives behind a computer. Not true! The âgeeksâ I know (and I know a surprising number) are driven men. They have to be or they wouldnât be able to do what they do, and that drive spills into their personal lives. Zack is that man. Driven. Wicked-smart. A bit of a risk-taker. If he were here, Iâd fight Jess to date him. Iâd lose, but Iâd try.
Love,
Sharron
always wanted to be a writer. There were two things she had always loved: writing and science. In college she thought about being a marine biologist, but there was the whole shark issue (they freak her out). Instead, she discovered the joys of playing in the dirtâa profession more commonly known as archaeology. For years she focused on excavating ancient sites that included projectile points, burn pits and the occasional burial.
But when she took a position during the archaeological off-season and ended up answering phones for a cruise line, she took to reading romance. It wasnât long before she fell in love with the genre and returned to her first loveâwriting. Five years later she sold her first action-adventure/romance novel to Silhouette Books.
Since that first sale Sharron has traveled both the U.S. and Mexico (ask her about the riots in Oaxaca!) living an adventurous life. Currently, she resides in Annapolis, Maryland, where she races sailboats, dates wicked-smart men and writes every day. She believes in hard work, jumping into life with both feet, and she swears that her Muse spends most of her time in the bar next to the bay drinking gin and tonic with extra lime.
To my best friend and critique partner,
Cathy Pegau, who knows everything about me (the good, the bad and the Jeez Louise, what were you thinking!) and loves me anyway. You know I canât write a book without you.
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 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
U.S. Marine Corp Combatant diver, Jessica Whitaker stepped off the edge of the boat and into the Pacific Ocean, barely making a splash as she entered the water.
With the setting of the sun, the submarine world off Oahu, Hawaii, was dark but also as warm and familiar as her own skin. For a few seconds, the only sound she heard was her breathing inside the full-face mask. Then the rest of her team entered the water, breaking the silence. She counted the splashes. One. Two. Three.
A small team, but this was a training exercise, and in the initial stages, she found training to be much more effective if the recruits had personal attention.
Not that they needed or demanded the one-on-one time. They were Marines. They didnât need anything but water, air and the burning desire to do the right thing.
She could train larger groups, but Jess knew one axiom to be true: there was nothing more detrimental to a mission than a half-assed operative who didnât know what he was doing.
Or worse, thought he knew but thought wrong.
âSound off,â she said, adjusting the vocals of her maskâs transmitter and receiver.
âLatham.â Newbie One.