Title: Strike Zone
Series: Hawk Elite Security #3
Author: Beth Rhodes
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 13, 2017
Blurb
Sharpshooter, Emily Rogers, was the best at what she did,
until a job went tragically wrong resulting in the death of an innocent child.
Haunted by guilt and harassed by the media, Emily turns her back on the only
existence she’s known, hiding herself away and trying to build a new life.
until a job went tragically wrong resulting in the death of an innocent child.
Haunted by guilt and harassed by the media, Emily turns her back on the only
existence she’s known, hiding herself away and trying to build a new life.
When a job comes up requiring a sharpshooter, Hawk Elite
medic, John Vega, has the perfect excuse to hunt down the woman he’s had a
crush on for over two years. When he finally finds her living a quiet life in a
small town on the coast, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse. Aware she needs closure, Emily agrees to work with John, but
soon it becomes obvious she has a target on her back. Can she trust John enough
to stay and give in to the attraction growing between them? Or will fate show
her that she should have stayed hidden in her quiet coastal town?
medic, John Vega, has the perfect excuse to hunt down the woman he’s had a
crush on for over two years. When he finally finds her living a quiet life in a
small town on the coast, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse. Aware she needs closure, Emily agrees to work with John, but
soon it becomes obvious she has a target on her back. Can she trust John enough
to stay and give in to the attraction growing between them? Or will fate show
her that she should have stayed hidden in her quiet coastal town?
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Excerpt
After a restless night, John woke early. She’d slept at his back,
unmoving, all night. But her presence there, the warmth of her body and the
sound of her soft breathing, might as well have been the five alarms to the
fire that had sprung to life in his blood—loud, screaming, and made to put a
man into action.
unmoving, all night. But her presence there, the warmth of her body and the
sound of her soft breathing, might as well have been the five alarms to the
fire that had sprung to life in his blood—loud, screaming, and made to put a
man into action.
He sighed as he opened his laptop and sent an email to Hawk.
No updates yet. No evidence left behind of who the shooter might have
been.
been.
Team news was slow as well. Jamie had left for Belize. Marcus traded in
his truck for a jeep. Tyler had gone back to work this week, and things seemed
to be going well for him and Jenny. Hawk maintained he would keep their
whereabouts to himself until he was sure. There had been some inconsistencies
from the Press. Two who spoke to Hawk claimed an informant.
his truck for a jeep. Tyler had gone back to work this week, and things seemed
to be going well for him and Jenny. Hawk maintained he would keep their
whereabouts to himself until he was sure. There had been some inconsistencies
from the Press. Two who spoke to Hawk claimed an informant.
John frowned. He couldn’t think of a single person from his team who
would spill the beans. They were family. They argued sometimes. But never…
would spill the beans. They were family. They argued sometimes. But never…
“No.” He shut his laptop and checked his watch. Time to catch a plane.
“I still think we should go back to Harbor View.” Emily sat, watching
him, her brows furrowed, her legs folded in front of her and wrapped in her
arms. “We’d have Eddie. It’s safe there.”
him, her brows furrowed, her legs folded in front of her and wrapped in her
arms. “We’d have Eddie. It’s safe there.”
Heat rose on his neck at the sight of her, sitting there, looking so
very darn tempting, so very not his to touch. His MO was to avoid close encounters—with
women in general. The rules of waiting had been pounded into his brain too long
for him to merely disregard them. He went on dates, just fine. He liked the
company of the softer sex, like the talking and the thought that went into it,
especially after hours and sometimes days of being around the male variety.
very darn tempting, so very not his to touch. His MO was to avoid close encounters—with
women in general. The rules of waiting had been pounded into his brain too long
for him to merely disregard them. He went on dates, just fine. He liked the
company of the softer sex, like the talking and the thought that went into it,
especially after hours and sometimes days of being around the male variety.
Emily was as far from the softer sex as he’d ever come across. Even the
other women at Hawk Elite—the few—had a soft edge and ways of doing things that
was apparently female. This women had steel in her spine. She was sharper,
harder even than some of the guys. Malcolm.
other women at Hawk Elite—the few—had a soft edge and ways of doing things that
was apparently female. This women had steel in her spine. She was sharper,
harder even than some of the guys. Malcolm.
So to see her sitting there, looking so…pretty, so very mellow and
delicate, even a little uncertain forced him to see vulnerability, no matter
how sexist that was.
delicate, even a little uncertain forced him to see vulnerability, no matter
how sexist that was.
“Hello?” Emily tilted her head and unintentionally bared her shoulder
when the collar of her shirt shifted.
when the collar of her shirt shifted.
He rolled his eyes and stood. “We have to go if we’re going to catch
our flight.”
our flight.”
She rose, wearing only a very short pair of shorts. He quickly turned
to give her privacy. “I’m going to throw my bag in the truck and check out. Get
dressed.”
to give her privacy. “I’m going to throw my bag in the truck and check out. Get
dressed.”
“Okay, Father John,” she said, a laugh in her tone.
He never let that nickname bother him before. This time it stopped him,
and he turned back and saw the laughter in her eyes, yet it wasn’t
condescending or even cruel. And then she winked. He took her in with his eyes,
her messed up air and rumpled clothes, and bit back a serious moan. When his
gaze met hers again, her eyes were wide as if she was surprised…
and he turned back and saw the laughter in her eyes, yet it wasn’t
condescending or even cruel. And then she winked. He took her in with his eyes,
her messed up air and rumpled clothes, and bit back a serious moan. When his
gaze met hers again, her eyes were wide as if she was surprised…
That he was attracted to her? That he was a man and wanted her?
He let her see, because it was one thing when the guys ribbed him about
being a priest, but when she said those words, it turned into something
completely unholy.
being a priest, but when she said those words, it turned into something
completely unholy.
“Right,” she squeaked and hurried to the bathroom. “I’ll get ready to
go.”
go.”
He slammed the door when he went out, thankful when the cold air hit
his skin and cooled the heat within. He sent up a silent plea of mercy and
wasn’t surprised when only the whisper of the wind was his answer. Some things
didn’t need words.
his skin and cooled the heat within. He sent up a silent plea of mercy and
wasn’t surprised when only the whisper of the wind was his answer. Some things
didn’t need words.
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Author Bio
Beth Rhodes grew up thinking she was going to travel the
world and be a missionary, helping the poor. She would travel to exciting
places…like Russia and Australia. She was going to wear a canvas backpack and
take a wooden raft down a river through the jungle. She never had any plans for
romance or getting married, either. But after a few years of college, studying
English Literature, she married her own real-life hero, who patiently puts up
with her absentmindedness and creativity… And the only poor babies she helps
now are her own six children.
world and be a missionary, helping the poor. She would travel to exciting
places…like Russia and Australia. She was going to wear a canvas backpack and
take a wooden raft down a river through the jungle. She never had any plans for
romance or getting married, either. But after a few years of college, studying
English Literature, she married her own real-life hero, who patiently puts up
with her absentmindedness and creativity… And the only poor babies she helps
now are her own six children.
She learned that life doesn’t always go the way she plans,
except for one thing, BOOKS.
except for one thing, BOOKS.
At a young age, she read Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew then
worked her way through series by Brock and Bodie Thoene and Gilbert Morris. And
finally, she broke into romance with Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Nobody’s Baby
But Mine. Her one constant, besides God, has always been books. So it was no
surprise when she started writing them… Beth writes in order to share a little love and lots of hope
with a hurting world.
worked her way through series by Brock and Bodie Thoene and Gilbert Morris. And
finally, she broke into romance with Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Nobody’s Baby
But Mine. Her one constant, besides God, has always been books. So it was no
surprise when she started writing them… Beth writes in order to share a little love and lots of hope
with a hurting world.
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