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THE SOLDIER by Rhonda Nelson (Special Forces) July 2010
STORM WATCH by Jill Shalvis (National Guard) August 2010
HER LAST LINE OF DEFENCE by Marie Donovan (Green Berets) September 2010
SOLDIER IN CHARGE by Jennifer LaBrecque (Paratrooper) October 2010
SEALED AND DELIVERED by Jill Monroe (Navy SEALs) November 2010
CHRISTMAS MALE by Cara Summers (Military Police) December 2010
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âNo, NO! HELL, NO! Not just hell no, fuââ
âAt ease, Sergeant!â It wasnât a suggestion.
Luc Boudreaux clamped his mouth shut and wondered who in the hell he had pissed off badly enough to lead him to this. He thought heâd made it through his Afghan tour of duty without stepping on his crank. Heâd stayed away from the local girls, avoided shooting anyone who didnât deserve it and brought some decent health care to several tribes whose only technology was Soviet-era weaponry.
He took a deep breath. âSir, may I ask why I am being selected for this task?â
Captain Olson, his commanding officer snorted. âCan the âsirâ shitâyou havenât called me âsirâ in years. Now pull the stick out of your ass and sit down.â
Luc dropped into the beat-up office chair and stared at his boss across the equally beat-up desk. Special Forces spent their budget on gear, not furniture. âOkay, Olie, what the hell?â He spread his hands wide in frustration.
Magnus Olson, or âOlieâ as he was known to his men and half of Afghanistan, stroked the long blond beard that made him look like a recruiting poster for Viking pillagers. Luc guessed his own black beard made him a pirate poster boy. âLike I was trying to say before you ripped me a new one, hereâs the rest of the deal, and I have to admit itâs a crappy oneâyou train Congressman Cookâs daughter in jungle survival skills, and the fine congressman wonât torpedo your career.â
âWhat?â Luc leaped to his feet.
Olie let him blow off several choice remarks before lifting a meaty hand. âOkay, okay. Sit down, Rage, and Iâll go over this again real slow with you.â
For once, Luc was living up to his nickname of the Raginâ Cajun. Most of the time it was a team joke since he was usually a mellow guy. But now, no. The battle lines were drawn.
Olie reached behind him, pulled a beer out of the minifridge and tossed the bottle to Luc. âDrink up. We deserve it.â
Luc popped the cap and took a long pull of the icy brew, suddenly weary. âSeriously, why me? Get a jungle survival school instructor. I have lots and lots of leave coming my way, and I need to get back to Louisiana.â His parents and grandparents had had serious home damage from the last hurricane that blew through, and Luc was going to help them rebuild.
ââIt has to be you, it has to be you-u-u-u,ââ Olie crooned to the old show-tune melody. âYouâre the only guy I know who survived the jungles of San Lucas de la Selva alone for more than a month with only the clothes on his back and a machete.â
âOh, mon Dieu.â Luc sat up in horror. âHis daughter is going to San Lucas de la Selva?â
Olie nodded, all traces of laughter gone from his face. âThat she is. The lovely country San Lucas de la Selva, joke of the jungle, armpit of the Amazon.â
Hellish nightmare here on earth was more like it. Luc was firmly convinced that his survivalâand a close thing that had beenâhad rested entirely on his grandmotherâs daily rosary for his health and the fact that he shared a name with