Tuesday, November 17, 2015

BROTHERHOOD PROTECTOR SERIES Book #1




MONTANA SEAL
A Brotherhood Protector Novel
Elle James

Tidbit: Did you know my mother and grandmother were born in Montana? I have family members who still live in that beautiful state, and I love to visit.  I spent the first five years of my life on the plains of eastern Montana while my father was in the US Air Force.




Blurb:
Former SEAL and shining Hollywood starlet struggle against their burgeoning desire while trying to stay alive in the crosshairs of a murderous stalker.
 
Hank “Montana” Patterson never thought his call to duty would force him to leave his band of brothers in the Navy SEALs to return to the family ranch in the foothills of Montana’s Crazy Mountains. News that his father was shot, sends him rushing home to take over the reins of the Bear Creek Ranch. His forever belligerent father refuses his help, insisting Hank find the person who shot him. What Hank learns is the bullet was meant for the neighboring ranch owner, a Hollywood celebrity, a beautiful actress who once stole Hank’s heart.
Hometown girl, now a Hollywood temptress, Sadie McClain shot to fame and fortune on the big screen, earning her star on the walk of fame and a stalker who won’t back off. Escaping to her ranch in Montana, Sadie hopes to avoid her stalker, only to be hunted there as well. In need of a bodyguard with combat skills, Sadie hires her old flame, Hank to do the job.
Together they struggle to overcome their rekindled desire while fighting to stay alive in the crosshairs of a madman.

Excerpt:

His gut twisting, his nerves stretched, Montana clenched his weapon, holding it at the ready as he continued forward. If they had any chance of rescuing the aid worker, it had to be soon. ISIS rebels had a habit of torturing and killing anyone they could use as an example, rather than hanging on to them. Prisoners only slowed the attack and hampered their determination to take everything in their paths.
The tunnel opened into the bowels of what appeared to be a warehouse.
“I feel like we’re on a wild goose chase,” Swede muttered.
“And the goose is leading us to the slaughter. Not the other way around,” Irish concurred.
They climbed a set of stairs to a huge, empty room.
“Damn,” Swede said and bent to a dark lump on the ground.
Nacho released a string of profanity in Spanish.
“We’ve found the aid worker.”
What Montana had assumed was a pile of rags, was in fact a woman, her clothes torn, her body ravaged, her face battered. Her eyes were wide open, staring up at the ceiling.
Swede knelt beside her and touched his fingers to the base of her throat.
Montana’s stomach roiled at the sight of the woman’s damaged body. He could have told Swede she was already dead. What a waste of life. And for what? “We need to get out of here.”
The sound of footsteps made Montana glance up. A man stood on a catwalk twenty feet above them. He shouted something in Pashtu, ending in Allah, pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it into the middle of the team.
“Fuck!” Montana yanked his weapon around and shot the man. He fell to the ground, but killing him was a little too late.
The grenade rolled toward Swede, still crouched beside the woman’s body.
“Get down!” Lt. Mike shouted, and then threw himself over the grenade.
Montana shouted, “No!” as the grenade exploded beneath their leader.
The force of the concussion reverberated throughout the room, knocking Montana to the ground. His last thoughts were of the home and the girl he’d once loved.