Mann (Renegade) delivers plenty of thrills and charged erotic situations with this first in a new series featuring pararescue men, elite U.S. Air Force heroes ready for tense "land, sea, or mountain, military missions or civilian rescue" around the globe. Tech Sgt. Wade Rocha parachutes onto Alaska's icy Mt. Redoubt to save a woman he thinks is stranded, but gorgeous Sunny Foster's survival training is as good as his own. Sunny has no interest in being "rescued"; she lives in a secret, self-sustaining community of people with very good reasons for avoiding the authorities. When someone takes potshots at Sunny and she and Wade discover bodies in the ice, they must carefully negotiate their growing desire and friendship while searching for the killer. Fans of military romantic suspense will welcome this infodump-heavy but bracing thriller with a strong-willed heroine and sensitive, hard-bodied hero. (July)
From the Publisher
"For romantic suspense readers who love tough-as-nail women partnered with military heroes, Mann's Elite Force series is for you. 4 1/2 Stars, Top Pick of the Month" - RT Book Reviews
"Adventure and suspense are the hallmarks of Mann's award-winning military romances, and this first book in the Elite Force series won't disappoint her many fans." - Booklist
"From the very first sentence of COVER ME to the last word, there is never a time when the reader will not be totally engrossed in the multitude of happenings in this riveting story. " - Single Titltes
"A new brand of American hero... " - Romance Reader at Heart
"From the intense opening scene to the romantic final page, I was captivated and couldn't put down the book. " - The Romance Studio
"One of those hard-to-let-go-of sorts that have a plot line gripping enough to literally keep you in suspense and characters that are impossible to forget..." - Romance Fiction on Suite101.com
"The overall story was well balanced between the romance and the suspense, which made it quite entertaining. " - That's What I'm Talking About
"If you want a book that's got a little mystery, a little action, lots of snow, and lots of heat, then you need to snag a copy of Cover Me. It's a great read. " - Long and Short of It
"Cover Me is the first book I have read by Catherine Mann and I enjoyed it very much." - Michelle's book Blog
"A great author who definitely had me keep reading to the end. " - A Bluestocking's Place
RT Book Reviews
For romantic suspense readers who love tough-as-nail women partnered with military heroes, Mann's Elite Force series is for you. 4 1/2 Stars, Top Pick of the Month
Adventure and suspense are the hallmarks of Mann's award-winning military romances, and this first book in the Elite Force series won't disappoint her many fans.
From the very first sentence of COVER ME to the last word, there is never a time when the reader will not be totally engrossed in the multitude of happenings in this riveting story.
Night Owl Reviews
Mann as always writes a riveting military romance but COVER ME had a fresh boost and drive that will keep readers engaged throughout.
Romance Reader at Heart
A new brand of American hero...
The Romance Studio
From the intense opening scene to the romantic final page, I was captivated and couldn't put down the book.
Romance Fiction on Suite101.com
Catherine Mann will truly keep readers on the edge of their seat... vibrant and captivating.
That's What I'm Talking About
A fun and adventurous read.
Long and Short of It
If you want a book that's got a little mystery, a little action, lots of snow, and lots of heat, then you need to snag a copy of Cover Me. It's a great read.
Michelle's book Blog
Cover Me is the first book I have read by Catherine Mann and I enjoyed it very much.
A Bluestocking's Place
A great author who definitely had me keep reading to the end.
A page turner. Grips you right at the very beginning with non stop action.
An action-filled romance...
Book Reviews by Martha's Bookshelf
The heroine is strong and sensual and the hero is fit and fine!
It is fast paced and keeps you on the edge until the end.
Paranormal & romantic Suspense Reviews
I really enjoyed the romance between Wade and Sunny because they compliment each other and they made a great team.
Debbie's Book Bag
A hard one to put down... You'll be up all night!
Once Upon a Romance
The story is so well written, but beyond that, it has so much heart...
The Book Girl
A fantastic romantic suspense... if you are a fan of Suzanne Brockmann this book is a must read!
Dark Diva Reviews
Edge-of-your-seat, light-your-panties-on-fire sexy!
Affaire de Coeur
The beginning of an exciting new series.
Read an Excerpt
It was a cold day in hell for Tech Sergeant Wade Rocha—standard ops for a mission in Alaska.
He slammed the side of the icy crevasse on Mount McKinley. A seemingly bottomless crevasse. That made it all the more pressing to anchor his axe again ASAP. Except both of his spikes clanked against his sides while the underworld waited in an alabaster swirl of nothingness as he pinwheeled on a lone cable.
Wade scratched and clawed with his gloved hands, kicked with his spiked shoes, reaching for anything. The tiniest of toeholds on the slick surface would be good right about now. Sure he was roped to his climbing partner. But they had the added load of an injured woman strapped to a stretcher beneath them. He needed to carry his own weight.
Chunks of ice and snow pelted his helmet. The unstable gorge walls vibrated under his gloved hands.
"Breathe and relax, buddy." His headset buzzed with reassurance from his climbing partner, Hugh "Slow Hand" Franco.
Focus narrowed, Wade tightened his grip on his rope. He'd earned his nickname, Brick, by being the most hardheaded guy in their rescue squadron. Come hell or high water, he never gave up.
Each steady breath crackled with ice shards in his lungs, but his oxygen-starved body welcomed every atom of air. Lightning fast, he grabbed the line tying them together and worked the belay device.
Whirrr, whippp. The rope zinged through. Wade slipped closer, closer still, to Franco, ten feet below.
"Oof." He jerked to a halt.
"I got ya, Brick. I got ya," Franco chanted through the headset. Intense. Edgy. Nothing was out of bounds. Franco would die before he let him fall. "It's just physics that makes this thing work. Don't overthink it."
And it did work. Wade stabilized against the icy wall again. Relief trickled down his spine in frosty beads of sweat.
He keyed up his microphone. "All steady, Slow Hand."
"Good. Now do you wanna stop horsing around, pal?" Franco razzed, sarcastic as ever. "I'd like to get back before sundown. My toes are cold."
Wade let a laugh loosen the tension kinking up his gut. "Sorry I inconvenienced you by almost dying there. I'll try not to do it again. I'll even spring for a pedicure, if you're worried about your delicate feet chafing from frostbite."
"Appreciate that." Franco's labored breath and hoarse chuckle filled the headset.
"Hey, Franco? Thanks for saving my ass."
"Roger that, Brick. You've done the same for me."
And he had. Not that they kept score. Wade recognized the chitchat for what it really was—Franco checking to make sure he wasn't suffering from altitude sickness due to their fifteen thousand foot perch. They worked overtime to acclimate themselves, but the lurking beast could still strike even the most seasoned climber without warning. They'd already lost one of their team members last month to HACE—high altitude cerebral edema.
He shook his head to clear it. Damn it, his mind was wandering. Not good. He eyed the ledge a mere twenty feet up. Felt like a mile. He slammed an ice axe in with his left hand, pulled, hauled, strained, then slapped the right one in a few inches higher. Crampons—ice cleats—gained traction on the sleek side of the narrow ravine as he inched his way upward.
Slow. Steady. Patient. Mountain rescue couldn't be rushed. At least April gave them a few more daylight hours. Not that he could see much anyway, with eighty-mile-per-hour wind creating whiteout conditions. Below, his climbing partner was a barely discernable blur.
Hand over hand. Spike. Haul. Spike. Haul. He clipped his safety rope into a spike they had anchored in the rock on the way down. Scaled one step at a time. Forgot about the biting wind. The ball-numbing cold.
The ever-present risk of avalanche.
His arms bulged, the burden strapped to his harness growing heavier. Remember the mission. Bring up an unconscious female climber. Strapped to a litter. Compound fracture in her leg.
His job as a pararescueman in the United States Air Force included medic training. Land, sea, or mountain, military missions or civilian rescue. With his brothers in arms, he walked, talked, and breathed their motto, "That Others May Live."
That people like his mother might live.
Muscles burning, he focused upward into the growl
of the storm and the hovering military helicopter. A few more feet and he could hook the litter to the MH-60. Rotors chop, chop, chopped through the sheets of snow like a blender.
The crevasse was too narrow to risk lowering a swaying cable. Just one swipe against the narrow walls of ice could collapse the chasm into itself. On top of the injured climber and Franco.
On top of him.
So it was up to him—and his climbing partner—to pull the wounded woman out. Once clear, the helicopter would land if conditions permitted. And if not, they could use the cable then to raise her into the waiting chopper.
Wind slammed him again like a frozen Mack truck. He fought back the cold-induced mental fog. At least when Hermes went subterranean to rescue Persephone from the underworld, he had some flames to toast his toes.
Wade keyed his microphone again to talk to the helicopter orbiting overhead. "Fever"—he called the mission code name—"we're about five minutes from the top."
Five minutes when anything could happen.
"Copy, the wind is really howling. We will hold until you are away from the crevasse."
The rest of his team waited in the chopper. They'd spent most of the day getting a lock on the locale. The climber's personal locator beacon had malfunctioned off and on. Wade believed in his job, in the motto. He came from five generations of military.
But sometimes on days like this, saving some reckless thrill seeker didn't sit well when thoughts of people like his mother—wounded by a roadside bomb in Iraq,
needing his help—hammered him harder than the ice-covered rocks pummeling his shoulder. How damned frustrating that there hadn't been a pararescue team near enough—he hadn't been near enough—to give her medical aid. Now because of her traumatic brain injury, she would live out the rest of her life in a rehab center, staring off into space.
He couldn't change the past, but by God, he would do everything he could to be there to help someone else's mother or father, sister or brother, in combat. That could only happen if he finished up his tour in this frozen corner of the world.
As they neared the top, a moan wafted from the litter suspended below him. Stabilizing the rescue basket was dicey. Even so, the groans still caught him by surprise.
The growling chopper overhead competed with the increasing howls of pain from their patient in the basket. God forbid their passenger should decide to give them a real workout by thrashing around.
"Franco, we better get her to the top soon before the echoes cause an avalanche."
"Picking up the pace."
Wade anchored the last... swing... of his axe... Ice crumbled away. The edge shaved away in larger and larger chunks. Crap, move faster. Pulse slugging, he dug deeper.
And cleared the edge.
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From the Publisher
"I really enjoyed the romance between Wade and Sunny because they compliment each other and they made a great team." - Paranormal & romantic Suspense Reviews
"A hard one to put down... You'll be up all night!" - Debbie's Book Bag
"Edge-of-your-seat, light-your-panties-on-fire sexy!" - Dark Diva Reviews