A Black Stone Series – Book 3
“Two consecutive life sentences for the terrorist charges plus fifteen years for the abduction of Jordan Sinclair,” the Judge says. They think this is over, they couldn’t be more wrong, the fun is just about to begin.
Six months later … its time, the plan is finally complete. The note is short, but the instructions are clear, “Loading dock tomorrow afternoon,” is all it says. I know the details, I’m the one who came up with them. I’ve just been waiting for confirmation of place and time to begin the next phase of my life. I smile to myself as I slip the note into my mouth and start to chew.
A Cross Security Series – Book 1
“I have been honorably discharged from Navy SEAL Team 6. I have also agreed to join Cross Security. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m on the right path.
I hold up my nearly empty glass, a smile tugging at my lips and say, “Another one of these please.” It’s my last night in London and then I’ll be focusing one hundred percent of my time on a new job in a new city.
“I’ll have the same,” a lyrical voice says beside me, just a light hint of an Irish accent coming through. I casually glance over and almost swallow my tongue. Standing beside me is one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen. She’s slightly taller than average, strong and fit with just the right amount of curves to make a man go crazy.
The little black dress she is wearing, hugs all those perfect curves and shows off her long sexy legs. I’m practically fucking drooling as I think, lucky fucking dress, to myself. I can’t take my eyes off of her so instead, I grin at her and say, “I’m pretty sure you don’t want what I am having, it’ll put hair on your chest sweetheart, and that would be a damn shame.”
The bartender places two glasses of whiskey on the bar in front of us, and I watch in fascination as she picks it up and downs the amber liquid in one long swallow. She doesn’t wince, she doesn’t cough, she just swallows like it’s goddamn water, blowing my mind. Holy fuck, I’m in love, I think I just met my dream girl, flashes through my slightly pickled mind.
“Oh look,” she says gesturing to what I can see of her delicious looking cleavage, “No hair.” Then she winks at me, she actually fucking winks. Christ, who is this woman, I wonder. I grin like a fool as I watch her drop a twenty on the bar and turns to leave. Fuck, do something asshole, don’t let her walk away, my mind screams, or maybe it’s my dick. Who the fuck cares, I need to do something and fast, so I blurt out, “How about another round, this one’s on me?” I hold out my hand and say, “I’m Luke.”