The stakes are higher and the danger is bigger in Dana Martonâs HQ: Texas miniseries.
A mission gone wrong forced injured soldier Jamie Cassidy to start anewâ¦and run right into the path of deputy sheriff Bree Tridle. The sassy, sexy Texan was as determined to uncover a local money-laundering scheme as Jamie was to keep her safe from the stalker hot on her trail. But Jamie, now an undercover operative, was also on a covert mission of his own: track smugglers threatening to bring terrorists into the U.S. Could Jamieâs and Breeâs cases be related? When a deadly attack on Breeâs home escalates the danger and their attraction, Jamie and Bree must face their enemies together to save not only their country, but their one chance at love.
âWhatever threat is jeopardizing the peace of this town and the law, you can be sure Iâll be out there fighting it.â Bree pressed her full lips together.
Jamie wondered what sheâd do if he tried to kiss her. His pulse quickened. As unpredictable and unreasonable as she was, she might just shoot him.
Not that kissing those lips wouldnât be worth the risk. Not that he was going to do it. He was in town on serious business. And women were no longer part of his life, anyway. He had too much baggage, too many nightmares. He had no right to bring that into a relationship and mess up somebody elseâs life along with his.
He was a trained killing machine. That was about it. He planned on living the rest of his life using what skills he had in the service of his country. He stood. âForget about me and my team.â
Although, he was pretty sure he wasnât going to be able to forget about her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dana Marton is the author of more than a dozen fast-paced, action-adventure, romance-suspense novels and a winner of a Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence. She loves writing books of international intrigue, filled with dangerous plots that try her tough-as-nails heroes and the special women they fall in love with. Her books have been published in seven languages in eleven countries around the world. When not writing or reading, she loves to browse antiques shops and enjoys working in her sizable flower garden, where she searches for âbadâ bugs with the skills of a superspy and vanquishes them with the agility of a commando soldier. Every day in her garden is a thriller. To find more information on her books, please visit www.danamarton.com. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached via email at [email protected].
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Bree TridleâWhen a stalker returns from her past, deputy sheriff Bree Tridleâs life is in danger. Dare she accept help from a handsome stranger who has the singular ability to get on her last nerve?
Jamie CassidyâAn undercover operative with a dark past, Jamie is watching the border to catch some terrorists. Seeing Bree in danger doesnât sit well with him, especially since he suspects there might be some serious bad guys after her.
The CoyoteâA mysterious and powerful crime lord on the south side of the border. His true identity is unknown.
Katie TridleâBreeâs sister. Since Katie lives with autism, Bree is extra protective of her. No way is she going to let her stalker put Katie in danger.
SDDUâSpecial Designation Defense Unit. A top-secret commando team established to fight terrorism and other international crime that affects the U.S. The groupâs existence is known only by a select few. Members are recruited from the best of the best. Jamie Cassidy is part of a six-man team from the SDDU who are stationed on the TexasâMexican border.
With many thanks to my wonderful editor, Allison Lyons.
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Chapter One
He had two weeks to gain the information he needed to stop terrorists with weapons of mass destruction from entering the country. But everything his six-man team had done so far had been a bust.
Undercover operative Jamie Cassidy sat with his back to the wall in the far corner at the Yellow Armadillo, a seedy, small-town bar on the backstreets of Pebble Creek, Texas. Country music streamed from overhead speakers; the place was dark and dingy, the food was fried within an inch of its life. But the beer was cold, the only nice thing that could be said about the joint.
âSo you have no idea who the new boss is?â he asked the scrawny farmhand across the table.
Billy Brunswik fingered the rim of the tattered Stetson on his lap, his eyes on his empty glass. A cowboy tan left the top of his forehead white, the rest of his face several shades darker. His checkered blue shirt was wrinkled and smudged with dirt, as if heâd been wearing it for more than a day or two. He silently shook his head.