Really enjoying this serial of action novellas from Cara Dee. Reese and River are committed to rescuing Shay, doing everything and anything it takes to find their kidnapped husband. The larger group of former military men are gathering and gearing up for the culmination of their desperate operation. On the Double is the 3rd part of this serial.
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Excerpt
“I need a moment alone with Reese,” River continued. “We’ll be back online in a minute.”
I frowned, confused, but switched off my comms for the moment.
River jogged back down the hill until he stopped in front of me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, hesitating.
I dimmed the glow of my headlight so I didn’t blind him.
“Remember our talk in Moscow?”
Fuck. Of course I did.
I swallowed hard.
Jesus Christ, he couldn’t throw those memories in my face. We’d moved on. We were different men today—we didn’t exist on the brink of death. And in Moscow…we’d never been closer to losing our lives. But River was the one who’d had a red dot on his forehead.
“There’s no me without you. If you die…”
“Don’t be stupid, Reese.”
River took a step closer and stared at me. “I don’t wanna have that conversation with our roles reversed, but it still applies. If you don’t come back… If I lose both of you—”
I clenched my jaw as a surge of anger rushed through me. “We’re getting out of here, and we’re bringing Shay home. You got that?”
Our minds were usually so synched that it was rare he caught me off guard, but I’d clearly missed something here. I saw it now too. His eyes burned, and I sensed what he was leaving unsaid. It wasn’t just about me. He didn’t know if he could go on if we lost Shay for good.
“Promise me,” he murmured hoarsely.
I closed the distance between us and cupped the back of his neck, and our helmets touched. “Nothing’s gonna happen to me, Riv. I swear to you.”
We had our weak moments. Lord knew he’d picked me up off the floor more than a few times these past two weeks.
He nodded once and cleared his throat. “We have to find him. He’s gotta be okay.”
I nodded too.
He broke our gaze and looked down, his exterior cracking. “I miss him so fucking much.”
Goddammit. “Listen—” Fuck me. He made me crack too. We didn’t have time for this. I swallowed my emotions and gnashed my teeth. “I need my backup down there, all right? I can’t do this without you.”
He sniffled and nodded once more, and he composed himself. “Yeah—sorry, I just—”
“I know. I get it.” I squeezed his neck. “We can fall apart when we have Shay sandwiched between us, okay?”
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat again and reached up to adjust my face covering. “I’ll get my rifle.”
Good. We were back on track. I couldn’t handle him breaking, ’cause that’d be the end of me. His strength was mine.
I took over and removed my helmet to put on the balaclava properly. Then only my eyes were visible.
I pressed the button on my earpiece for the last time—until tonight was over. “RT1 and 2 back online. Initiate blackout in sixty seconds.”
“Blackout in sixty seconds, confirmed,” Ramirez replied. “Remember, you’re on your own when you get inside. The cameras will die too.”
“Roger,” I said.
About Cara
I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.
There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.
Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.
I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.
Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.
I'm a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.
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