Fatal Strike

Fatal Strike

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by Shannon Mckenna
     
 

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"Edgy, erotic, and breathtaking." --Maya Banks, New York Times bestselling author

Man On A Mission

When Lara Kirk was abducted months ago, Miles Davenport vowed he'd bring her home. But the mission failed. Now, finding her after all this time will be next to impossible. . .

Lara Kirk lives in a shadowy world where reality and fantasy are blurred.

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"Edgy, erotic, and breathtaking." --Maya Banks, New York Times bestselling author

Man On A Mission

When Lara Kirk was abducted months ago, Miles Davenport vowed he'd bring her home. But the mission failed. Now, finding her after all this time will be next to impossible. . .

Lara Kirk lives in a shadowy world where reality and fantasy are blurred. Enslaved by her captors, Lara has formed a deep attachment to a man she's not even sure is real--until the six-foot-five-inch powerhouse bursts in to rescue her. . .

Once freed, Lara has no choice but to trust Miles with her life as they run from enemies too twisted to imagine. But they're also fighting a dangerous attraction that could kill--or save--them both. Either way, it's going to be a hell of a ride. . .

Praise for the Novels of Shannon McKenna. . .

"McKenna tantalizes the reader." --Publishers Weekly

"McKenna blasts readers with a highly charged, action-adventure romance." --Booklist

"An erotic romance in a suspense vehicle on overdrive. . .sizzles!" --RT Book Reviews

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Bestseller McKenna (One Wrong Move) continues the sexy romantic suspense tales of the fearless McCloud brothers and friends in this terrifying tale of mind-altering drugs and coercive psychic powers. In an earlier book, techie Miles Davenport was mentally tortured into a coma; upon waking, he was left with constant sensory overload. He goes hiking and rock-climbing alone to perfect a mind shield to hide behind. When his longtime friend Lara Kirk is kidnapped and used as a guinea pig for psychic drugs, she survives in her cell by somehow slipping behind Miles’s mind shield. Finding an unexpected presence in his mind, he fears he’s become schizophrenic, not realizing the “hallucination” is the real Lara reaching out to him psychically. This is not a game played with muscles and guns; it’s mind-control hell, frightening and head-pounding. The entire McCloud crew makes cameo appearances, and to those unfamiliar with the series, the unexplained names are off-putting, but die-hard fans will love this fast-paced and exciting installment. Agent: Karen Solem, Spencerhill Associates. (Oct.)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781420133165
Publisher:
Kensington
Publication date:
04/29/2014
Series:
Mccloud Brothers Series
Pages:
448
Sales rank:
190,076
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.50(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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Fatal Strike


By SHANNON McKENNA

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2013 Shannon McKenna
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-7349-9


CHAPTER 1

Stop thinking about her. Stop thinking at all.

Miles stared up at the volcanic granite that reared above him in the dim light of dawn, scanning for handholds, footholds. He channeled a surge of fresh energy into his mental shield. Thinking about Lara Kirk was not useful, but he'd never been good at suppressing unwanted thoughts, even before being reduced to his current suck-ass state.

And the dreams, holy God, what was up with that? White hot, thundering erotic dreams about her, every single night. What kind of scumbag dreamed nightly of nailing the girl that he'd failed to rescue? If he'd saved her, he'd be halfway entitled to his horndog fantasies. But as it was, no way.

Every night, as he prepared for sleep, he gave himself the stern pep talk. Tonight, he chose how he behaved in his dream. People could. He'd read about it. But it didn't matter. When she came to him, h4is dream self did not give a fuck what his waking self wanted. His dream self wanted her, and wanted her bad. Deep, hard, every which way. When she showed up, he seized her, went at her like a maniac.

It was as disturbing as it was exciting.

He remembered every last detail when he woke, in laser sharp detail. No foggy dream lens, no fade-outs. Her sweet, salty taste, her satiny thick hair twisted into his fingers. Her body moving against his. Strong, slender. Hot and slick. He could feel it right now. He could practically smell her lube on his fingers. And, man, he'd done it again.

He contemplated his newly refreshed hard-on, dismayed. The guys with the white coats should just take him and his perpetual stiffie away before he hurt himself.

You tried to help. It didn't work out. Climb the cliff. Don't think about Lara Kirk. Don't think at all.

He stared up, calculating the best ascent. Neutral data, crunched through algorithms. Conclusions organized into neat categories, rank and file. As long as his mind shield was up and running strong, he was chill. He had errant thoughts, but they did not play themselves out through his glands. They just flickered on the edge of his mind, like a TV screen he was barely following.

But if his mental shield wavered, man, it was blitzkrieg. Full on screaming stress flashbacks, of Rudd's attack at Spruce Ridge.

He'd gotten better at keeping the shield strong, up here in the mountains. Weeks of constant, grinding practice had yielded him at least that much. He'd discovered the uses of rock climbing the second week. The tight mental focus it required pulled him together, somehow. Free climbing, of course, since climbing equipment hadn't been on his supply list. That was okay. The harder the better, for his purposes.

He pulled off his boots. He needed monkey toes to climb that big bastard, but he'd make do with what God gave him. He studied the big overhang, the stretch where basaltic lava had formed long, crystalline striations, as if a huge beast had clawed violently downward. There were cracks and crannies, maybe big enough for fingertips, maybe not. He cataloged them all. His eyes were sharper than before Spruce Ridge, and his memory, too. Sharp, like all of him. Sharp like broken glass.

To counteract that dubious advantage, his headache throbbed nastily. A lingering hangover from Spruce Ridge, plus the effects of sleep deprivation. He was so damn ambivalent about sleep ever since those crazy erotic dream trysts with the ghost girl had started up.

Each night, the dream began with her creeping through a big mechanical wall. A big, steam-punk style thing, full of monstrous gears turning, ax-shaped pendulums swinging, a confusion of parts in constant motion, but somehow, she found hidden, Lara-shaped openings and slithered through them. Sinuous, practiced, like some sort of sexy pole dancer. A choreography she knew without thinking.

He forced the memory down, and squinted at the Fork, which towered against the dawn sky. Lara was a dangerous ghost. If he shorted out and lost the shield partway up, he was meat.

Not that he was afraid of death. He wasn't, since Spruce Ridge. Rudd had driven him to a place where death was his friend. He'd never be afraid of it again. Even so, he wasn't going looking for death. A guy had to give a shit, to plan his own suicide. Who had the energy.

His shield was solid, after some deep breathing. Okay. Good to go. He flexed his hands. The pine needles beneath his bare feet were fuzzed with frost, but his feet weren't cold at all. His body seemed to be regulating temperature better than it used to. He focused his mind to a diamond sharp point ...

... it washed over him, mixing into the data feed. Cougar.

Where? He looked around, neck prickling, keeping his mind blank to make space for the flash flood of sensory info. That was another souvenir from Spruce Ridge. Harold Rudd had mind-fucked Miles into a coma with his coercive psychic powers a few months ago. He'd survived the encounter—barely. But when he woke up, his brain was wired all wrong. He existed in a state of constant sensory overload. The world blared at him from all sides—no filters, no rest, no down time.

It knocked him flat. He'd hiked out here to the ass end of nowhere to try to jerry-rig himself back into functionality again. To learn how to at least fake normal. Not that he'd been so very normal before, but hey, everything was relative.

Oddly enough, the sensory overload had gotten somewhat better since the ghost girl started making her conjugal visits to his mental fortress. Surprise, surprise, life improved when a guy started getting laid. Even if it was only in the privacy of his own mind.

The animal was watching him from that stand of trees. How did he know the cougar was a she? By smell? Like he'd ever sniffed a cougar to determine its sex. Still, the summation of infinitesimal bits of information, each individually too small to perceive on its own, swirled up like a pixelated cloud in his mind, focusing into a potent, predatory her. Near-invisible in the trees, eyes gleaming with inscrutable feline calm. Her tail swished when she sensed him watching.

He stared, awestruck. He loved seeing the animals. These were the moments he was trolling for. Fleeting instants when his hyper-sensitivity was actually a gift, not just a huge pain in the ass.

Neither wanted to move until the other one did, but Miles finally surrendered, lifting his hands. "I'm not breakfast," he told her.

Her tail swished. Her gaze was unwavering.

Miles took a swig of his water, stowed the flask and gave her a respectful nod. "Later, then," he told her, and began his climb.

Long. Slow. Nearly impossible. Silence and solitude helped focus him, and so did muscle-bulging, sweat-dripping, eye-popping effort. Dangling a millimeter away from death for hours at a time was genuinely restful to him. If he kept the shield strong.

Strange, how he'd originally created the shield to protect himself from Rudd and his pet telepath, Anabel, for all the good it had done him. They hadn't been able to read his mind, but Rudd had ground him into hamburger anyway. He'd made that wall to keep attackers out, but what he'd ultimately created was a bunker to keep his own self in.

Whatever it took. Since he woke up from the coma, he'd been faced with two possible modes of existence. Mode One: a shaking, sobbing nightmare of screaming stress flashbacks, reliving Rudd's torture. Big barrel of laughs, that one. Mode Two: keep that mind shield up, constantly. It clamped down on the stress flashbacks. It also flatlined him emotionally.

Mode Two won, whatever the price. Cowering in a fortress worked for him. It was a no-brainer.

It changed him, though, to the vocal dismay of his family and friends. Nobody liked chill, flatlined Miles. He was too cold for them. No fun anymore. Tough shit. He was done rolling around like a puppy, panting for everyone's approval. Anyone who cherished strong opinions about his coping mechanisms could go get stuffed.

Nothing moved him. Not maternal guilt, not the scolding of his friends; Aaro, Sean, or various other components of the McCloud crowd, an opinionated group if there ever was one. To a man, they considered Miles to be their own personal creation, and as such, their personal property, too. It took a traumatic brain injury to jolt him free of that.

He'd always wondered how those McCloud guys, most notably Davy, Connor, and Kev, managed their strong, silent routines.

Now he understood. They had shields in their heads, just like him.

Too bad the shield didn't block out his sensory overload problem. But no, that torrential info dump ran on a different channel. With his senses ratcheted up like that, normal everyday life was torture. Perfume, cigarettes, and car exhaust made him gag. Intimate olfactory data about the hormonal and emotional states of the bodies of the people he encountered was embarrassing. Traffic was ear-splitting. Electric lights, God help him. Worst of all, the electromagnetic radiation of wi-fi generated a hot, prickly buzz in his head that turned the chronic headache into stomach-churning agony. And he was a computer geek by trade, for God's sake. This was a game-changing professional handicap. There were drugs he could take, but to make a dent in a problem this big, he needed a dose so high, it turned him puddle-of-drool stupid.

Of course, things were a little different since the dream girl started her yummy therapeutic visits to his fortress. The head sex seemed to have increased his bandwidth, improving the info dump to a point he might almost define as bearable. But who knew if he could tolerate wi-fi, electrosmog? He had yet to put his laptop and router to the test. He had left them hidden under the body of his truck, in the woods, swathed and sealed in plastic.

He wasn't sure if the sex fantasy-fueled improvement was a positive sign, or another symptom of impending insanity. It was problematic on so many levels. At least the shield made it easier to be stoic about head pain. He still felt it, it still sucked, but it didn't make him panic. It was just pain. He breathed into it. It was easier, out in the woods. Sensory data still flooded in, but the data was clean, balanced. Nothing made his head explode. At first, he'd retreated to his own mountain property, but his friends kept coming up to nag. He had to retreat deeper to avoid them.

He'd sucked down some books on wilderness camping before he came up here, and packed up all the macho gear the McClouds had equipped him with over the years—guns, ammo, all-purpose belt knife, etc. The gear was all part of the McCloud guys' ongoing quest to transform Miles from a basement-dwelling geek freak into a kick-ass battle-ready commando like them. They'd made some progress over the years, but those guys wouldn't be satisfied until he was prepared to sew up his own bullet wounds with dental floss. As fucking if.

Thinking too much. Cut that shit out. Concentrate.

The rock face shifted back into focus. He felt the energetic pulse of every living thing near him, vibrating in a shimmering energy field. Lichen rasped beneath his fingertips. Every bird, every bug a bright spot on the 3-D grid in his mind. The cougar was a hot glow of pulsing energy. Staring up like she wanted something from him. Something he just couldn't give.

That made him think of Lara. Bad idea, dangling from a cliff face. And then he wasn't just thinking of her. He saw her. Actually saw her in his head, even though his eyes were fixed on the rock face, his hands. Sliding through those grinding gears, just like she did in his nightly sex dreams, as bright a spot on his sensory grid as the living, breathing cougar. Inside his inner sanctum now, looking around. Curious, expectant. Big dark eyes alight with fascination. He saw her so clearly.

The fear grew, penetrating his shield, vibrating in his stomach, his limbs. He was not guiding this image at all. It was unspooling on its own, but he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't even daydreaming. He was screamingly wide awake, hyper-conscious, hanging onto a cliff.

Like, what the fuck?

His shield flickered, and shock of raw panic blasted through him, whiting him out—

He came to sliding rapidly down the wall. Barely caught himself on a narrow ledge of granite with a bone-jarring thud, fingers clawed—

Focus. Don't look down. His feet dangled, swung, over nothing.

It took a few flailing, panicky moments, to find the frequency, get the shield back up. There it was. Hard as ice. Chill. Empty. No think.

He looked down at the jagged boulders hundreds of feet below, bare toes wiggling in the foreground as they searched for purchase. Blood, smeared on the rocks. He'd scraped all the skin off his fingertips.

It took many long, shaking, straining minutes before he found a jut of rock with his foot, and could lift himself enough to move, think straight enough to recalculate a fresh route.

He made it to the top somehow, limbs hollow and limp when he got there. He had named this rock formation "the Fork," today's destination being the top of the tallest, sharpest tine. He stood on the summit and took in the towering forest of conifers, the snow-dusted Cascades, the shreds of moving clouds above and below. Right now, he almost enjoyed the info flood, when every single piece of data was harmonious with the rest. Except for he himself. His fingertips oozed blood. And his cock was still hard, from that not-exactly-a-dream.

He pushed the thought away, and gnawed some jerked elk meat Davy had given him, a relic from their hunting trip last year. A thinly disguised campaign to force Miles to learn to shoot a rifle properly, a necessary rite of passage, according to Davy. Davy himself was a great sniper. Mostly, Miles surmised, because the guy could shut down his emotions at will. Miles had not been great at it. Too nervous, too twitchy. He couldn't find that still place between the thoughts, breaths.

Well, he'd found it now. The new, chill Miles would be a good sniper. Technique, angles, wind drop, that shit was just math, and he was good at math. If he ever needed to waste somebody at two kilometers, he was all set.

He had no more misadventures on the long, slow way down, but he was exhausted by the time he got back to his rough campsite, which consisted of a tarp tied over his sleeping roll and pack, a fire pit, and a small gas burner. Too tired to cook. He built a fire, chomped a protein bar without enthusiasm. He'd get scurvy if he went on like this, but foraging for edible plants did not engage his brain in the excellent way that climbing did. And all that chewing, Jesus. It made his jaw sore.

He fed wood slowly into the fire, too zonked to think. Then he felt that hot, shivery tingle on his skin again. He rose, scanning the trees that circled his clearing.

Luminous cat eyes flashed eerily in the firelight. The sounds of the night swelled as his perceptions amplified. He felt no sense of menace, just a hushed, cautious awe, but he pulled the loaded Glock 23 out of his pack all the same. It was too small a caliber for a cougar, but it was better than nothing. He'd have to shoot her right through the brow or the eye if she came at him.

God forbid it should come to that. She was so damn beautiful.

He sat slowly down again, facing her, and fed twigs into the fire. Wind sighed and tossed the treetops, driving shifting swatches of cloud across the glittering smear of uncountable stars. His eyes wanted to close so badly, but the cougar's presence gave him that persistent little zing of adrenaline that kept them open.

The big cat was fascinated with him. She wanted to figure him out, make sense out of him. Good luck with that.

They'd told him that depression was normal after a brain injury.

God knows, PTSD flashbacks would drive anybody half bonkers. He had iron-clad excuses for everything that was happening to him. But the sex dreams in his sleep were hard enough for him to justify. If Lara started haunting him while he was awake, too ... oh, Jesus.

That bumped him up to a whole new level of crazy.
(Continues...)


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Fatal Strike 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 34 reviews.
XXXOOOBookwormOOOXXX More than 1 year ago
This is a great read. I was pleasantly entertained. I really enjoyed reading about Miles and Lara. Finally to see Miles get his HEA and it not be with Cindy, perfect. It was great to see the McClouds and their prodigy. One thing I really didn't like was not being able to visually tell the difference between the story text and the mental "texting" between Miles and Lara. It was almost like stumbling on pebbles when reading, I got through it but was irked. None the less, the story was classic McKenna, get the girl, love the girl, argue about stuff, hero complex to protect the girl, loose the girl to the bad guy, save the day, become brooding loner til the girl reasons with hero. All along the way, stubborn males and females, comic relief, and adrenaline spikes, and paranormal psi thrown in the mix. IMHO: Can't go wrong with McKenna's style.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was disappointing. I loved all the previous books in the series, except the one anout Bruno and Liv. Bruno was not the McCloud-type of hero and that book felt flat. The same happened to this book. Miles went through a major transformation in the previous book, after the psi-induced coma, that left his brain and psychic abilities enhanced. He also transformed physically into this stallion, but I honestly could not connect or be attracted to the character. It was too exaggerated, as if the author went overboard convincing us that he was this gorgeous alpha male. But everybody else kept treating him like the 'doormat' (his words, not mine) and errand kid, as in previous books, making it difficult for the reader to be attracted to him. It was also difficult to remember all the characters and plots of previous stories, and they all come back in this book. The story is just getting too complex to be enjoyable. But the worst of the book is that it is boring and repetitive. Even the sex scenes were boring, repetitive and predictable. There is some good action at the beginning and end of the book, but not enough to save the book. I am done with this series.
Anonymous 8 months ago
I enjoyed it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyable read, a little slow at first. Most of action in the last 1/3 of the book. Great ending!
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So sorry I bought this book, forcing myself to finish it. Way too much "romance" and too much description of the romances. The plot has become rediculously unenjoyable and I do not even care about any of the characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like it so far.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great job with Miles character, he turned out so hot!!! I have read every book by this author and love the series. I love the emotional intensity of her characters combined with the great action and lusty Love scenes, all add up to a satisfying read!!!
Joey44 More than 1 year ago
This book had a very unique (to me) story about people with physic abilities. Lara Kirk was kidnapped by a group of psi-enhanced crazies. She was kept in a small room and given regular doses of psi drugs for months. During this time she has been able to mentally communicate with Miles Davenport. Miles' physic abilities are extremely well developed and he plans to rescue Lara. He has been mentally communicating with Lara and has been mentally joining her in sexual visions so he feels he knows her quite well even though they have not met. Miles' character was fun. He had amazing mental abilities and was big and strong so he could handle just about anything. I was surprised that Lara came out of the months of psi experiments and still be sane.  She was a likable character if somewhat unbelievable. There was a lot of hot sex between the sexual dream-like fantasies and after rescue sex scenes.  It didn't seem out of place, just a lot of sex in this book. When I started reading this book, I didn't realize that it was part of a series so I was a bit confused by some of the characters as first.  I quickly figured everything out so I think this is good as a stand alone.
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I've always rooted for Miles since he was first introduced as the dorky, skinny, pimple faced, tech geek that the McClouds take into their folds. This series has grown, so many characters, so many new additions, I can see how frustrating it can be for some readers to keep up with everyone, but for true Shannon McKenna fans this series keeps getting better. There's always so much action and hard core family values and togetherness. I'm glad that Miles finally grows up and finds his happily ever after and that its with someone like Lara. She's put through so much, she endures a hell of a lot but she's strong and a survivor, she's perfect for him because she genuinely cares about him, not like Cindy who played him since day one. It was aggravating how the McClouds and friends kept treating Miles like a child but it was very eyeopening for them when he stood up for himself and basically told them to fu*k off! I'm sure there will be more books added to this series and I can't wait! Yes, there's sex, lots of it! Miles and Lara are connected on a non physical as well as a physical level, so if you aren't prepared to read these scenes then pass on this book! SR
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Librarywomen More than 1 year ago
I loved it better than the 1st book. I love how Miles turn out to be a bad ass. It was exciting, interesting, fun, crazy, thrilling and more. I can wait for the next book to here the story of Petrie and Sveti.
sharon1JT More than 1 year ago
Not bad. I started out liking this story. Language during sex is a little too course for my taste, and there’s a lot of it, but I can live with it. About half way through, the story just got tedious. It picked up toward the end and turned out pretty good. I won’t read this book again, but I’m glad I stuck with it to the finish.
Bukgoddess More than 1 year ago
Alone in his own mind – but is he? Shannon McKenna’s newest release in her all intensifying McCloud series brings us back to the as of yet unfinished business in the aftermath of Spruce Ridge we experienced in her previous release One Wrong Move.    Miles Davenport, alone after just barely surviving the tortuous mind-intrusion of Harold Rudd, the results of which had left him hospitalized and in a coma as punishment for his part in the complex plan that along with his friends Nina and Aaro had been carried out in an attempt to separate Rudd from the mind-altering drug he possessed. The after effects of the mind probing talents Harold Rudd subjected Miles to, obtained as a result from Rudd’s secret clinically developed Psi-max drug, have left Miles hypersensitive to not only the surrounding environment but also the people around him.  This intrusive sensory overload has left Miles with no choice but to abandon everyone he holds of importance in his life.  Cutting off all communication, including those he calls friends among the ever-growing crowd of the McCloud clan.  Miles has chosen to camp out within the elements of the rugged Cascade mountain range in an attempt to singlehandedly reinforce the protective shield built within his mind in order to filter out the after effects or finally come to terms with the thoughts that he is in fact crazy.  However, the recent erotic dreams he has been plagued with are hinting to the fact that he is no longer alone even within that ever-strengthening structure.  It appears someone in particular has also gained access to his mind and those haunting results force Miles to reflect and truthfully consider the validity of his own sanity. How could the ghost of Laura Kirk, who in the debacle of Spruce Ridge, remains as proof positive of Miles’s failure to complete his own personal mission to save her from Rudd’s grasp.  Perhaps these dreams no matter how life-like in nature are just his guilt-ridden feelings communicating with him in this unexplainable manner.  However, Miles’s worst fear is should he finally give in to his weakening reserves of all-encompassing resistance that have kept him thus far from responding to this unwanted presence, he may find evidence proving the possibility of other hidden talents his run in with Rudd has bestowed upon him that he has yet to fully grasp.  Shannon McKenna once again delivers a highly emotional and erotically charged adventure that fires on all cylinders!
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sleo More than 1 year ago
Miles was always such a dork, it was hard to believe he finally grew up.
HarlequinJunkie_ More than 1 year ago
In Fatal Strike by Shannon McKenna, Miles Davenport has spent the last few months isolated, camping in the woods. Surviving a psychic attack that not only put Miles into a coma, but when he woke up he discovered his senses were so enhanced if he didn't get away from civilization he would go crazy. To overcome sensory overload, Miles creates an almost impenetrable mind shield. When he is sleeping though, he dreams of Lara Kirk...the woman he tried and failed to save. Everyone assumes she is dead now. But Lara is in his mind, and Miles is having some very hot, realistic dreams about her. The more she is there, texting in his shield, just being there, the more Miles is convinced is really is going crazy. He is ready to resort to medication...only to discover through various turns of events that Lara is still alive. She is being held captive somewhere, being used in psi experimentation ... how much longer can she survive? It becomes Miles' goal and determination to rescue Lara. He can't do it alone though, and will need the help of the McCloud brothers and their wives. With lives at stake and psychic warfare raging, Miles rescues Lara. Even rescued though, can Miles, Lara and the rest of the McClouds survive a very powerful psychics will to have Lara and carry out the rest of his plans? On the run but at the same time hunting their enemy, Lara and Mile's become closer and closer. The heat between them is a reality, not only in their minds. With each determined to protect the other, can they withstand the dangers and still have each other? I have to admit that for the first portion of Fatal Strike I was quite confused. I couldn't figure out what exactly was going on, who was who, and why? I had not read any of the other books in this series, and even though they are said to be stand alone I'd highly recommend not just jumping into the middle of this series. Having said that, as Fatal Strike progressed and Shannon took us back in time in various spots, everything became much clearer and easier to follow. All of the characters, both primary and secondary are all very strong. Lara and Miles have a lot going on, both are willing to sacrifice themselves for the other. Will it come to that? I really liked both of these people! Despite what she's gone through, Lara is strong. She doesn't want to depend on anyone or seen as weak and fragile. But sometimes you need help, and Lara finds comfort and strength in Miles. At times she was a bit frustrating, but I could understand why she was doing what she was. Miles is dead set on protecting Lara and keeping her safe in his shield. He is stronger than he realizes psychically which is a bit frightening for both Lara and him, which they will need to work through together if there is going to be anything to work through! The secondary characters and relationships that were brought into Fatal Strike from previous books in this series were a forceful, necessary presence. Shannon gives us strong characters, drama and action that you won't soon forget in Fatal Strike. Psychic energy and mind control...is it possible? The thought of it is at times terrifying and at times fascinating - Shannon does a great job of bringing these concepts to life in Fatal Strike. Shannon's action scenes in Fatal Strike were so realistic and vivid that at times I myself was scared about what would happen next...shut the book or keep reading?!! Intermixed with all of the suspense, the heat and sex between Lara and Miles is hot and heavy, but very well written into the plot so Shannon's writing always flows so well. I'd recommend Fatal Strike to anyone who loves paranormal romantic suspense...but I'd recommend reading some of the other books in the series before starting this one.
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I really feel like the author got back to it with this one. I like how she didn't spend half the book on the bad guys like in the previous two books in the series. I would like for the whole mind drug plot to be over with after this book though, and for the McClouds going forward to be as bad *ss as they were in the first half of the series. I love this author!