HELL BENT IS COMING 1/26/16 COME HELL OR HIGH WATER!
I know I’ve been promising you Cade and Cee Cee’s story in Hell Bent since November. Well, things have transpired that delayed the release and distracted me, but I’m back in the saddle now and HELL BENT on finishing to release it on 1/26/16. Thank you for your patience and understanding.
Former Delta Force Operator turned CIA Ghost Ops Operative Cade Winters has been dodging his dysfunctional family for years. He isn’t supposed to have a family, it’s too dangerous, but Cade can’t let go of the only person he gives a shit about, his sister Veronica. When he makes his yearly call to her and finds out she’s receiving death threats from a homegrown terrorist group, Cade knows he has no choice but to go back to Texas to make sure she’s safe.
Fresh out of a six-year hitch in the Army, Cee Cee Logan thinks she’s finally earned her brother David’s respect when he offers her a job with his security firm. She quickly sees that isn’t the case when the job she’s hired for turns out to be that of the team secretary, a nice safe, desk job like he told her to get when she graduated college. Cecelia is frustrated, but takes the position because she is determined to prove to her chauvinistic and overprotective sibling once and for all she’s capable of so much more.
By the end of the first week, Cee Cee wishes she’d have just re-enlisted. Her body is stiff from sitting, her fingers sore and her mind numb, but what really makes her want to run back to Afghanistan where she would at least be respected by her colleagues is the company’s other new hire. Cade Winters, her ex-lover, is back in town and the hard-hearted, hard-bodied operator is a man she definitely doesn’t know anymore.
When a trafficked woman’s repatriation clinic is bombed, and Cade’s sister Veronica, a judge, is in grave danger, Cecelia is presented with her opportunity to prove herself as an agent. But the question was, did she want it? Could she trust her partner to have her back when he seemed to be on a mission of his own to make her look bad every chance he got?
If you haven’t caught up on your Deep Six Security, you have a little time. The series is available at all major ebook outlets now.
DEEP SIX SECURITY SERIES by Becky McGraw:
TILL DEATH (#1, Deep Six Security)
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TWISTED HONOR (#2, Deep Six Security)
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Exclusive UNEDITED excerpt from HELL BENT: Deep Six Security Book 3 (c) copyright 2015, Becky McGraw
A muscle worked in the side of her cheek and it looked like she might be biting the inside. When she didn’t speak, he decided to dig in deeper—go for blood.
“Maybe Logan might let you be a baby agent if you learned to shoot better,” he goaded, and her long, thin neck turned bright red. That red crept upward until it looked like even the ends of her spiky blond hair were pink.
“That’s what you’ve been hell bent on accomplishing for six years, right? I can help you get there if you like. If you want to get yourself killed, I’d be happy to help you arrange it.”
“What the hell happened to you, Cade?” she asked, her lips trembling.
Those soft lips, those big soulful blue eyes did nothing to him now. Cade’s heart was as hard and tough as they came. Especially where Cecelia Logan was concerned.
“I became a man not to be messed with, Brat. You started that process, so thank you for that.” Cade swallowed hard and turned toward the booth to gather his weapons. “Now, do you want a ride? Or do you want me to teach you to shoot like the man you’ve been trying to become for so many years?”
“I don’t want to be a man, especially considering the ones I know,” she said looking away, and he barely heard her over the ringing in his ears from the fifty cal reverb.
“Lessons or a ride?” he asked again gruffly, patching that crack he felt start in his chest.
“Lessons,” she growled, surprising him.
Cade laid his weapons down to walk back into the aisle. “Get your protection back on and load your pistol. You did unload it before you put it in your case, correct?” He sure as hell hoped so—that was range practice 101.
“I removed the magazine,” she replied with a huffed breath.
“Did you eject the round from the chamber?” he asked, with raised brows.
“Uh—ain’t going to cut it, Brat—you should know better!” Cade moved around her to step inside the booth and opened her case. He lifted the pistol and quickly pulled back the slide to eject the round. “This could get someone killed—namely you.”
“I’ve been stateside for a year, so I’m a little rusty.”
“No excuses,” Cade growled, turning to pin her with a glare. “This shit should be rote to you since you were in the military for six years. Or were you too busy sharpening your pencils to remember that?”
“I didn’t sharpen pencils in the service, asshole,” Cecelia grated, lifting her chin to glare up at him. “I was assigned to outfit spec ops guys with com equipment at Camp Salerno, and served two tours there. I know how to shoot, and shoot well, but am not arrogant enough like some people to think I couldn’t stand to improve.”
Salerno? Ice water replaced the blood in Cade’s veins and his stomach churned. Rocket City wasn’t any place for a woman. That base near the Pakistan border was under mortar and insurgent attack more than any other forward operating base in the sandbox. He was surprised he hadn’t run into her there. It was good damned thing he hadn’t, because he’d probably have fought to get her out of there fast and gotten himself in trouble.
Cecelia Logan was damned lucky she lived to come back home. A lot who were assigned to that base weren’t so lucky.
“Why two tours?” he asked gruffly.
“Because despite what you and my brother think, I was damned good at what I did and was asked to go back. I volunteered and didn’t leave until we pulled out and handed it over to the ANA in 2013,” she replied, her eyebrow lifting.
“Then you’re even more stupid than I thought when you left.”
Cade’s hand shook as he laid her pistol down on the carpeted shelf to reload the clip. He shoved it into the butt of the gun forecefully and it was a good thing the barrel pointed into the range because the pistol fired scaring the hell out of him.
“What the fuck?!?” he shouted, laying the gun down on the shelf before he spun around to glare at her.
She shrugged. “I had the trigger pull lightened to lessen the recoil and improve my accuracy.”
“What you improved are your chances of accidentally killing someone, maybe even yourself! I didn’t even have my finger near the trigger!” Cade felt the veins in his neck pulsing as he leaned down to put his nose nearer to hers. “That damned thing is dangerous, and you are not to shoot it again!”
Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head as she put her hands on her hips. “You will find that shouting at me and telling me what I’m not going to do isn’t going to work any better now than it did six years ago, Cade Winters.” She sucked in a deep breath then blew it out and her sweet breath brushed his mouth making his lips tingle as she held out her hand. “Forget the lesson—you’ve taught me enough of them to last a lifetime. Give me my pistol, and I’ll just take the ride, thank you.”
“No—if you’re going to insist on carrying that damned hair-trigger son-of-a-bitch, you’re going to learn how to use it!” Cade grabbed her shoulders and turned her in the booth to position her at the bar. “Put on your protection.”
Cade slid his headphones on and set his glasses on his nose, and after a second, Cecelia did the same. She reached for the pistol, but he put his hand over hers and electricity zipped up his arm to his neck. One thing sure hadn’t changed, feeling her heat, being surrounded by her unique scent—fucking touching her soft skin—still had the same effect on his body. And that pissed him off, he thought, as Cade pulled his hand away and took a step back.
“Let’s work on your stance first. Pretend you’re holding your pistol and about to shoot.”
Weaver stance, he should’ve known. That was standard boot camp fare and fine for stationary target practice, but not for engaging multiple targets. Cade moved up behind, closed his hands over hers on the grip of her pistol and stretched her arms out in front of her. He used his toe to nudge her heels apart so her feet were evenly spread shoulder width. He leaned over her back and she naturally bent forward.
“Lean into your target, and keep your arms extended comfortably. You’ll handle the recoil better, and won’t need that hair trigger to manage it. Keep your toes parallel and even with your target.” Cecelia bent more toward her hands as if sighting the target. “Raise your hands to your line of sight, don’t lower your head to it.”
Cade released her hand to slide his palm up the underside of her left arm to remove the bend in her elbow and watched gooseflesh raise on her skin all the way to her wrist. It looked like he wasn’t the only one still affected, he thought, with a small measure of satisfaction as he draped his arm loosely around her waist. Cecelia’s breath hitched as he leaned close to her ear.
“Keep your elbows straight, Brat,” he whispered, nuzzling his face against her hair drawing a small whimper from her. She turned the tables on him though, when she shifted her weight to balance and her ass made scorching contact with his fly. Cade bit back a pained groan as he quickly released her to step back.
“Is this right?” she asked, stiffening her elbows, her face flushed and the pulse in her throat beating hard as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
No, there wasn’t a damned thing right about this situation. His sensual torture techniques had backfired and Cade was the one paying the price here.
Cade thought himself long past that point with this woman, but he obviously wasn’t immune. And he wasn’t a masochist, so it had to stop.
“One second,” he growled, then blew out a breath as he left her to go into the next booth and retrieve his pistol. When he walked back into her booth and found her still tensely gripping the pistol, her board-straight arms shaking, he couldn’t help but smile. If there was one thing Cecelia had learned in the Army it was evidently following orders.
That thought led him to wonder if that willingness to please would extend to the order he really wanted to give her. Drop to your knees, unzip my jeans and wrap your thick lips around my cock. A long buried, but very vivid visual of her doing just that burst inside his brain. Hot fire through his veins to converge at his cock.
Focus on what you’re doing here.
Closing his eyes, Cade forcefully shoved the image back into the closet in his mind from which it had escaped and hammered ten-penny nails into boards across the door. When he opened his eyes she was staring at him over her shoulder.
“What do I do now?” she asked with agitation edging her voice.