I had the pleasure of being a part of Cat Johnson’s HOT SEALS Kindle World with my story, SEAL’S ULTIMATE CHALLENGE. This story parallels SEAL’S HONOR book #1 in my TAKE NO PRISONERS series. This book shows the same timeframe from Reaper’s perspective.
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About the Book
Injured on a mission gone wrong, Cory “Reaper” Nipton’s Navy SEAL career is over. With only one arm, he can’t join his fellow teammates, or even his fiancée, the Special Ops helicopter pilot who flew him in and out of harm’s way. Relegated to life as a civilian, and angry at his lack of choices, Reaper goes through rehab with a petite, soft-spoken physical therapist with two iron fists. He’s forced to face an uncertain future and learn how to live without the use of his right arm.
Ex-cop, Leigha Fields, lost her career due to a gunshot wound that destroyed her knee. Retrained and refitted with different skills, she has reimagined her world, dedicating her life to helping wounded warriors find their way. Until someone from her past seeks revenge. Leigha and Reaper join forces to untangle the mystery and free her from the web of crosshairs aimed squarely at her. In their struggle to find and neutralize the culprit, they realize their own capabilities and how they will fit in their future together.
Reaper waited, pushing his earlier argument with Tuck out of his mind. No matter how mad he got at Tuck, or Tuck got with him, they would take a bullet for each other. They were part of a team.
A moment later, Tuck ran back to where Reaper was and motioned him to take cover. Tuck checked his watch.
Reaper didn’t. His job was to provide cover while Tuck synchronized their efforts with Team Bravo’s. They all had to be in their exact places before the party began.
Out of the corner of his eye, Reaper could see Tuck cover his ears, while he pressed the hand-held detonator.
The explosion shook the ground beneath Reaper’s feet. Another, a moment later, sounded from the backside of the compound.
Tuck rounded the corner first, Reaper followed. Big Bird and Gator brought up the rear. Ahead, popping sound of gunfire kicked up dust around their feet. Tuck ducked and rolled into the shadows.
Reaper trained his NVGs at the roof, searching for the sniper.
Tuck, positioned a few feet ahead, had a clearer shot and took him out.
Leaving Fish on the outside of the structure to cover their rear, Tuck, Reaper, Big Bird, and Gator entered through the hole created by the explosives, and spread out.
Team Alpha as to enter through the rear of the structure. Bravo would come through the front door. If they played their cards right, the distraction at the front would allow Team Alpha secure their target. The trick was to use only enough explosives to penetrate the wall without killing those inside. Intel wanted the man alive for interrogation, which made the SEAL team’s job a lot harder.
Tuck affixed C4 to the back wall of the residence, stepped back with the others, and detonated the charge.
With dust still swirling around the hole, Reaper entered first, diving through the crumbled wall. He rolled to a crouch, weapon ready, his finger on the trigger. They’d practiced this maneuver several times stateside at Little Creek, anticipating resistance from within. Most members of the Taliban attended meetings with their leaders, while armed.
In the fog of dust, the first thing that struck Reaper was the room was empty. No guns, no snipers, no Taliban—just rags and empty crates. Had they gotten bad intelligence? Had Tuck counted wrong?
Someone had spray painted lettering on the wall in Pashtu. Reaper didn’t have time to stop and translate. He had a job to do. Clear the building, find the Taliban and secure their target. He moved toward the next room. From ahead, he could hear Team Bravo, coming in from the other side.
Behind him, he heard Tuck curse, then yell, “Reaper, don’t go—”
Something touched his shin. His mind made the connection and he formed a curse in his mouth, and then the entire room erupted. He was flung through the air. Stunned, his ears ringing, he reached for his weapon, but couldn’t find it. Reaper fought to remain conscious. He had to help his team. Someone could have been hurt. From a long way off, he heard the sound of Tuck’s voice calling.
Excerpt #2 (this is a little teaser excerpt you might like)
“I have to be able to do everything myself, better than a man with two hands.”
She laid back and smiled, her body humming with the afterglow of her orgasm. “So far, I’d give you an A+. But don’t make me wait too long.”
About the Author
NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author ELLE JAMES also writing as MYLA JACKSON is an award-winning author of stories including cowboys, intrigues and paranormal adventures that keep her readers on the edges of their seats. With over seventy stories in a variety of sub-genres and lengths she is published with Harlequin, Samhain, Elloras’ Cave, Kensington, Cleis Press, and Avon. When she’s not at her computer, she’s traveling, out snow-skiing, boating, or riding her ATV, dreaming up new stories.
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Elle, I loved this story; it may just be my favorite SEAL story of yours. Cory/Reaper is my hero!
Seal’s Ultimate Challenge sounds amazing!!! Cant wait 2 read!! thanQ
Very cool, Elle! Congrats on this latest release!