Code: Warrior SEALs
Excerpt from book:
Asher Konig looked around Bourbon Street in the heart of New Orleans as something akin to shock crept into his gut. What was this place? Granted, he hadn't been home in years, but he felt like he'd landed on an alien planet.
The buildings were mostly the samepainted bright colors and adorned by elaborate wrought-iron balconies. The sweet smell of beignets still wrestled with the sour smell of vomit. People and music still poured out of bars into the street. But somehow, it was not the same. The vibe was all wrong.
Damn. He'd heard things had changed since Hurricane Katrina, but he hadn't guessed how much.
It wasn't just that so many storefronts and restaurants had new names. Or that the music forming a cacophony in the background was more generic pop now and less jazz or twangy zydeco. Or even that the throngs of people had changed. Even at a glance there were more out-of-towners, fewer locals, less authenticity. Less unapologetic seediness.
The French Quarter had been transformed into a sanitized tourist version of itself.
The whole casual, laissez les bons temps rouler culture was missing. Oh, the tourists were living their cartoon version of it, drinking and laughing and flashing bare breasts for beads. But if he looked closer, he saw hawkers urgently coaxing tourists and their wallets inside their establishments, vendors shoving schlocky souvenirs in people's faces. It was all hustle, hustle, hustle.
Hell, maybe he was the one who'd changed. A decade on the SEAL teams did that to a guy.
Not that he had actually wanted to come home after all this time. But his boss, Commander Cole Perriman, had sent him here with orders to "Effing relax and don't come back until you do." Translation: get your head together and stop taking stupid, suicidal risks, or else you're off the teams.
Secretly panicked by the unspoken ultimatum, he'd agreed to take this rare vacation in the hope that it actually would help him get his head together. He'd always been all about the job. He was the job. Also, his old man had died nearly six months ago, and he had yet to put his father's final affairs in order. It was time to get that unpleasant task out of the way.
It had been pure luck that he'd been downrange and way deep undercover, unable to get home after his father had his last and fatal heart attack. He'd been relieved not to have to face the people who would have genuinely mourned his old man's passing. Thank God Mom went first. She would never have survived burying her husband.
It wasn't as if Asher would have had anything decent to say to the bastard in farewell. Thanks for sucking as a parent. Thanks for never noticing anything I tried to get your attention and approval. Thanks for being incapable of love. Yup, it was just as well that he hadn't been able to make it home.
But he was home now. Such as it was.
How in the hell was he supposed to relax? Perriman had ordered him to do it as if he actually knew how to wind down. As if he wasn't always walking on the razor's edge, always a warrior, always ready to act or react. Even now, wading through the noisy, raucous French Quarter on a Friday night, he scrutinized every person he passed for hostile body language, for darting or furtive looks, for unusual bulges under jackets, anything to indicate a threat.
Frankly, being among this many people was making him more tense, not less. Crowds this dense were the perfect target for a suicide bomber
Wait. United States soil. Lawful, secure, peaceful soil. No terrorists lurking about as a rule. Jeez, he was wired tight. He shook his upper body in an attempt to release the tension across his neck and shoNew York Times bestselling author Cindy Dees introduces a brave soldier
and the woman who is his toughest challenge
Going undercover in a seedy New Orleans club to find her brother, Eve Hankova knows the dangers. But she isn't prepared for the blazing heat arcing between her and the customer who "buys" her for his exclusive pleasure. Like wildfire, it burns hot and out of control.
Navy SEAL Ashe Konig knows no other way to protect Eve from the Russian mob she's infiltrated at the club. But for this disillusioned loner, is it a suicide mission? As heavily armed mobsters breathe down their necks, the stubborn woman refuses to quit. Ashe doesn't know who poses the greater dangerthe ruthless killers who threaten their lives or the sweet innocent who threatens his heart.