Rescuing Rayne (Delta Force Heroes Book 1) by Susan Stoker
Date of Publication:
February 9, 2016
Blurb
As a
flight attendant, Rayne Jackson is used to cancellations, but she never dreamed
her latest would lead to a whirlwind tour of London with a handsome stranger…or
a life-altering night in his bed. One evening is all the enigmatic man can give
her, and Rayne greedily takes it, despite suspecting it will never be
enough.
Heading home after another extreme mission, Keane
"Ghost" Bryson hadn't planned to seduce someone during his layover,
but Rayne is too sweet to resist. Being a Delta Force member means lying to
protect his identity, which is unfortunate, considering Rayne seems made for
Ghost, right down to the tattoo on her back. For the first time in his life,
regret fills him as he slips away the following morning.
Both are shocked when, months later, they meet again—under
the worst possible circumstances. Seems fate has given them a second chance…if
they can survive the terrorist situation they're in. If Rayne can forgive Ghost
his lies. And if Ghost can trust Rayne to be strong enough to endure the
secrets and uncertainty that come with loving a Delta Force soldier.
** Rescuing Rayne is the 1st book in the Delta Force Heroes
Series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.
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About Susan Stoker
New
York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker
has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all American
girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California,
Colorado, and Indiana. She's married to a retired Army man who now gets to
follow her around the country.
She debuted her first series in 2014 and
quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified
her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.
Find Susan Stoker Online
Teaser
"Is this seat taken?"
Ghost turned toward the low, husky voice
that immediately made him think of sex. He'd been aware that she'd been walking
toward him, as he was of everyone who moved around him. He was always on alert,
ready to take whatever action might be needed. It was engrained in the very
marrow of his bones.
A brunette stood next to him. Her hair
was pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck. There were wisps of hair
hanging around her face, which had obviously fallen out of their confinement.
She was fairly tall, especially in the heels she was wearing. Ghost guessed her
to be around five-eight or so. She was pleasantly rounded in all the right
places. Her Marilyn Monroe physique was a turn on, as was the bright smile she
was aiming his way.
Her accent gave away the fact she was
American. She was wearing a navy blue skirt and shirt, and was pulling a blue
suitcase and a small matching bag behind her. Obviously an employee of the
airline, a flight attendant, she greeted him warmly.
Ghost shook his head and gestured toward
the seat, inviting the woman to sit next to him.
"Thanks."
The woman sat down, opened the small blue
bag, and fished out her cell phone. She turned to him and asked, "Going
somewhere fun?"
Ghost wasn't sure he really wanted to get
into a chat, but he was bored, and he might as well pass the time. He'd never
been one to reject an opportunity to talk and flirt with a pretty woman.
"Home."
His one-word answer didn't seem to daunt
the flight attendant. "Ah, American. Where's home?"
"Texas."
"Really? Me too! How funny that
we're going to the same place. Out of all the people I could've sat next to, I
picked someone who was going to be on my flight." She laughed. "You
are on flight eight twenty-three, right?"
Ghost nodded.
"Cool. But my place in Texas is
really more of a place to store my stuff than a home, since I'm usually
working. I currently have the European shift. I'm gone more than I'm
home."
Ghost smiled inside. The woman was very
pretty and her bubbly personality was pleasant. "Yeah, I travel a lot too,
so I know what you mean."
She beamed. "Ah, I didn't really peg
you as a businessman, but I guess looks can be deceiving, huh?"
"What did you peg me as?"
The woman tilted her head, contemplating
his question. Her lips pursed and then she bit her bottom one. Amazingly, Ghost
felt himself getting excited.
Jesus, was he that hard up for a woman?
He tried to think about when he'd last had the pleasure of a woman's company in
his bed, and was amazed to realize he wasn't sure. The team had been busy
lately with ISIS ramping up their efforts to cause panic around the world, they
hadn't had a lot of time to themselves back home. But it was more that he was
tired of all the tag chasers in Texas…women who only wanted to sleep with
military men to say they'd done it. Military men were accused of being
sex-crazed, but the reality was, around military bases, there were plenty of
women who saw marrying a military man as a way out of their destitute
existences. Not only that, but some were obsessed with sleeping with as many
soldiers as possible.
"Bounty hunter," she said
resolutely.
Torn out of his internal thoughts of when
he'd last had sex, Ghost chuckled out loud in surprise at her deduction.
"Bounty hunter? Really?"
"Uh-huh."
When she didn't elaborate, Ghost crossed
his arms over his chest and smiled at her. "Why?"
"Let's see…"
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