Heat Seekerby Lucy Monroe
Always ready, always deadly. That's the motto of the Atratia mercenary organization of black operatives who specialize in doing what no one else can.
A former sergeant in the Marine special forces, Kaden Marks dreams of one day having a family. But he's haunted by the deeds of his past and won't let anyone get close. Then a new mission comes/b>/i>
Always ready, always deadly. That's the motto of the Atratia mercenary organization of black operatives who specialize in doing what no one else can.
A former sergeant in the Marine special forces, Kaden Marks dreams of one day having a family. But he's haunted by the deeds of his past and won't let anyone get close. Then a new mission comes his way. A fellow operative has had her cover blownand it's up to Kaden's team to bring her out safely. What he doesn't realize is that the beautiful but stubborn Rachel Gannon has no intention of letting herself be rescued. . .
Rachel will come out only when she can promise adequate protection for her unwitting informant. As a former DEA agent, Rachel still blames herself for her sister's deathand is unwilling to let someone else get hurt because of her. But she hadn't counted on falling for Kaden Marks, and falling hard. Now she must convince him to help her bring down the enemy's entire organizationwithout risking the life of the man she's come to love. . .
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Chapter OneAutumn Somewhere in the Atlas Mountains Morocco
It was coming again.
She'd counted out the intervals between the agonizing jolts of electricity, and they were always the same. One hundred and eighty seconds. Three short minutes.
Not enough time to completely stop the involuntary muscle spasms from the last one, but enough time to hope it wouldn't come again.
It always did.
Still, a more experienced interrogator would vary the duration of both the torturous jolts and the time between them, but these were the underlings. Men who were obviously not used to interrogating women. Though they didn't seem to mind hurting Rachel. Nor did they appear to get overt pleasure out of it, the way the man she'd been investigating would.
Abasi Chuma. Egyptian financier and trader with ties to the nomadic people who still carried goods (and, Rachel suspected, intel and illegal weapons) across the desert and country borders on the backs of camels.
Chuma was also a sick, sadistic asshole whose sexual proclivities ran to inflicting pain to get his rocks off. His young and still innocent fiancée clearly had no clue about that yet. The woman had been Rachel's "friend" and unwitting informant for the past nine weeks. An information asset that Rachel could not betray.
Would not betray.
So she continued to play the nosy-tourist-caught-snooping-where-she-shouldn't-have-been role. And they kept asking the same darn questions over and over again. That in itself was as torturous as the pain racking her body.
Abasi Chuma would arrive tomorrow, and she had to hope he didn't recognize Rachel as the woman who frequently had coffee with his fiancée at a café near Jamila's home on weekday mornings. To Rachel's knowledge, Chuma had never actually seen her with his fiancée, but she wouldn't trust the other woman's safety to that belief. If she was ever again in a position to do anything about Jamila's welfare.
That would require getting out of here first. Wherever here was. And it had to be soon.
Her captors had let slip that two of the top dogs of their criminal enterprise would be arriving after morning prayers the next day to continue her interrogation. If things went on as predictably as they were now, she just might be alive to meet them.
She was certain one of the men would be Abasi Chuma, but three months of undercover work in Egypt had not yet revealed his partner. Rachel had her suspicions but, so far, no way to confirm them.
Well, she'd know tomorrow. For all the good it might do her, or her agency, The Goddard Project.
TGP had been started during WWII to protect technology assets because of what the Germans had learned spying on Samuel Goddard and his rocketry. It had evolved into a modern-day deep black ops agency technology watch dog, protecting the United States and its citizens from the misuse of home-grown research.
She'd have to escape to pass on the information.
And inexperience in torture techniques on the part of her captors did not necessarily equate to sloppiness in keeping her a prisoner.
An agony of stabbing needles shot through her, and against her will, Rachel bucked against the restraints holding her to the chair in the middle of the dank room. The minor pain of having skin already abraded by the straps rubbed raw added to the agony of the electric shock.
She screamed words that would make no sense to them but that gave her the only comfort she expected to get.
The acrid scent of her own urine mixed with the bile from a vomiting fit brought about by her last encounter with the car battery.
The smells and bitter taste of acid in her mouth registered only faintly as her mind took her to the one place in time when pain wasn't a daily part of her life.
To the time before Linny's death ... before Kadin Marks decided he didn't love Rachel any longer.
To the sweetness of summer when she was eighteen.
"Abort. Abort." The one word Kadin had not expected to hear in the humidity of Morocco's moonless night came over his earpiece.
"Hold that order," he barked in a whisper. "Why?" he demanded of his second in command, Neil Kennedy, otherwise known as Spazz and a frickin' whiz with computers and all things electronic.
"She's screaming your name, Trigger. They have to know we're here."
If Kadin hadn't been belly down on the ground, commando-crawling toward their target, his legs would have given out on him.
"Yes. The first time I thought she was just screaming something like your first name, but she just shouted, 'Kadin Marks, don't you leave me behind.' She doesn't sound good, boss, but we can't risk going in if they're expecting us."
"She's remembering the past, not begging us to rescue her in the present." Rachel Gannon had no reason to believe that Kadin Marks would there for her these days.
He'd given up on being her hero a long time ago.
"Belay the order to abort. The mission is still on," Kadin said through the communication earbuds.
His five-man team affirmed they'd heard the order, and Kadin began moving forward again. The urge to hurry burned inside him, but he couldn't risk this mission going FUBAR.
Effed-up-beyond-all-recognition was not an option when it was Rachel's life on the line.
He'd let her down enough already for any one lifetime. Kadin had walked away from her when they were old enough to be considered adults but had still been kids, really. At least she was still a kid. By the time he was twenty, he'd earned his nickname, Trigger, as a trained and highly effective assassin for MARSOC, the United States Marine Corps Special Operations Command.
A sniper with more kills than he ever wanted her to know about, he'd walked away so the violence of his life wouldn't touch hers.
But, for reasons beyond his understanding, she'd then gone and taken her own path into service of their country, and she had lost more than anyone should have to while doing it.
Her only sister had committed suicide while Rachel was undercover for the DEA. He knew that must have had a devastating effect on her.
He supposed there should be no surprise in the fact that she had taken a dangerous assignment in Egypt following up on the intel his team had garnered in Zimbabwe six months before.
The only true shock was that Rachel had still cried Kadin's name when she was in need. She had to have learned that he was no knight in shining armor ten years ago, and still she'd called for him.
This time he would not let her down.
Rachel's interrogators conferred in a corner of the starkly lit room, apparently unaware that one of the four languages she spoke fluently was the Farsi they were using. She understood another five well enough to eavesdrop but not to converse.
Not that her special affinity for languages was going to do her any good here. Even though she could understand every word her captors spoke, she couldn't do anything about the information she hoped to glean.
The tallest and coincidentally youngest of the three men was shocked she had not yet broken. After all, she was only a woman. He was convinced, therefore, that she was what she claimed to be: a simple tourist who had been foolish enough to be caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
An older man with clear military bearing, whom the other two deferred to, said she had to have training in anti-interrogation techniques. Which meant he did not believe her overly-curious-tourist story.
The third man evinced no opinion, simply glancing over at Rachel with unreadable eyes. He was the one who had attached her to the car battery and tightened her restraints by tiny increments every once in a while. They weren't cutting off her circulation yet, but they were close.
And it hurt. A lot.
Not enough to make her tell them the truth, though. She was a highly trained operative, but her best preparation had come from life. She knew what kind of pain could break a person like her, but they didn't have access to the means to cause it. After all, she'd already lost everyone who mattered.
Her parents and Linny were dead. Grandma was in a home with Alzheimer's and hadn't recognized Rachel in two years. Kadin had left before she lost Linny.
There wasn't anyone left to lose.
And they couldn't break her with her body. Oh, she'd welcome death when and if it came. The torture might be destroying her mind and her perspective, but Rachel would protect her unwitting source of information no matter what they did to her body. Jamila Massri reminded Rachel too much of Linny. An innocent young woman desperate for love, caught up with a sadistic man.
It would take more than physical agony to force that name from behind the barriers Rachel had constructed in her mind.
She'd planned her escape route if those barriers started to fail, and the idiots in the corner had no clue.
All she had to do was tip her chair sideways while the battery leads were connected to her body. She'd fall into the puddle of urine and the water they'd tossed onto it to keep down the smell. The electricity would pass through her heart and, more important, through her brain.
Instant fried cerebral matter.
And if she was lucky, the impact of her head connecting with the cement floor would kill her even before the electricity did.
She hadn't taken her only out yet because the part of her that wanted to do her job wouldn't let go, the little part of her that still hoped, still believed in good winning over evil. She wanted to know who the top players in this undeclared but still very real war were.
And maybe, just maybe, her agency would send someone to extract her in time for her to share that important news.
TGP didn't leave their agents behind, but time was running out, and she wasn't counting on rescue. She never counted on anyone being there for her anymore.
Another bolt of electric agony jolted through her as she forced her mind to go over her "escape" plan again and again, even as she screamed the name of the one person she was absolutely sure she would never see again.
Kadin could now hear the screams through the walls of the facility. His heart stopped in his chest as the agony in that voice paralyzed him.
He'd heard Rachel Gannon's voice lifted in pleasure, he'd heard it broken with pain, but he'd never heard it scream like this. In that moment, he realized it was the one sound that might well break him.
"Hey, Trig, you okay?" Cowboy asked as he drew level with Kadin.
Kadin jerked his head in a nod and started moving again. He had to be all right, damn it. He couldn't let himself get distracted. Rachel's life depended on his keeping his head in the game. Hearing the proof of what was happening to her could not get in the way of that.
Not even when it came special-delivery with his name on it.
One damn thing he had never expected was for her to call out to him in her time of need. It had to be a mind game she played with herself to keep her real secrets locked inside, but hell if it wasn't wreaking havoc on his brain, too.
Rachel was on count 720 when she realized it had been longer than three minutes since the last shock. She opened her eyes slowly, but even so, it took a moment to focus. Her vision was so blurry at first, the room appeared completely dark. But it wasn't. The single lightbulb in the ceiling was still on, and the stark illumination it cast revealed that the men tormenting her were no longer in her cell.
She hadn't heard them leave.
That was not good. Maybe she was farther gone than she'd thought.
Had the time come to take her escape route?
She took several deep breaths, trying to assess her condition and how close she might be to revealing something she did not want to without realizing it.
As Rachel contemplated her options, limited though they were, the door opened, and an old woman shuffled in. She muttered a prayer in Farsi under her breath as she offered a cup of water to Rachel to drink.
Rachel didn't bother asking for help. This woman was as trapped as she was. The first couple of sips of liquid tasted as bitter as the acid in Rachel's mouth, but then the clear, cold flavor of well water took over, and Rachel's eyes stung with gratitude.
The woman helped her drink the whole cup before stepping back.
"Thank you," Rachel croaked out in Farsi.
With a nod of her cloth-covered head, the older woman turned to leave.
"Wait." The word cost Rachel, coming out of a throat raw from screaming.
The woman turned, her eyes filled with resigned sadness. "I can do nothing else for you."
"You can tell me where we are."
Though Rachel could make a good guess based on the way the woman was dressed.
"We are in the mountains, far from any city."
"In what country?"
Okay, that was a lot farther from Helwan, the small city outside Cairo where she'd been conducting her investigation, than she'd expected. She must have been out cold a lot longer before arrival than she'd thought, or they'd flown her here.
Either way, she now understood why she'd been left alone for, at best guess, almost a whole day after being dumped in this less-than-hospitable room. The fact that the big dogs hadn't arrived yet made more sense, too.
Moving her to Morocco was smart, but hopefully not as clever as the locator chip in Rachel's hip that Vannie at TGP headquarters had installed.
"Thank you. What is your name?"
The woman shook her head and left without answering.
"Mine is Rachel," she croaked out as the door closed. Her head dropped, the last, tiny reserve of energy draining from her.
She had no doubts her people would find her, but she was fairly sure at this point that it wouldn't be alive.
Moments later, the door opened again, this time silently. Only the shift of air in the room gave the movement away. So, not her captors' return.
But who? Had her agency sent a rescue team? Hope seared through her as worry rose up to meet it.
A man stepped inside, closing the door behind him with an economy of movement and absolutely no sound. She would not know he was there if she could not see him with her own eyes. Big, both tall and broadly muscled, he wore the newer black digital camouflage. His face was covered by a cotton ski mask, but his eyes were eerily familiar.
She blinked her own, unable to process what her brain was telling her. Her rescuer had Kadin's eyes.
She knew with every particle of her remaining sanity that it couldn't be Kadin Marks. Not here. Not now. Just her fantasies playing tricks with her mind. This was much worse than losing track of time during her torture. Reality was colliding with imagination, and that terrified her.
She had to keep her mental faculties together. Her brain was the only weapon she had left. And apparently she needed to stop using old memories to fight the horror of the present.
"Kadin?" she whispered, almost silently, the fear she'd refused to give in to up to this point nearly overwhelming her.
The man heard her. His head jerked, but he didn't say anything. He moved forward on quick, silent feet, dropping to one knee beside her. He flicked open a lethal-looking blade and put it against the zip tie holding her wrists together.
"Wait!" she gasped.
He stopped. "Don't worry, Rachel. I'm not here to hurt you."
It was Kadin's voice, saying her name. Her mind had snapped.
Even knowing that, she asked again, "Kadin?"
Impossible, but he'd just said he was Kadin. Maybe her rescuer would have agreed to anything; maybe men like him were trained to deal with delusional torture victims like her that way. One thing she was certain of. The man, whoever he was, was here.
"I'm not dreaming." She said it aloud because she needed to convince herself. She was fairly confident that she was in too much pain to be dreaming, though. Besides, in all her dreams, Kadin had never shown up in commando gear.
The Marines had taken him from her; she wasn't about to have fantasies of him dressed like a soldier.
"No." He brushed her cheek with a black-gloved hand. "You're not dreaming."
That voice again. It could not be, and yet, somehow, her nearly broken mind kept insisting that it was. "It's you. Really."
"Yes." Never one for long speeches, her Kadin.
No, wait. Not hers anymore. Not for a very long time.
"It doesn't matter. We have to get you out of here."
He made a sound a cross between shocked gasp and growl. "Yes."
"No. Two of the top guys in the organization are coming tomorrow." One of them was an expert in interrogation. And she was sure she knew which one held that dark claim to fame in his underlings' eyes. "I know one of them but not the other. We need that information."
So, okay, her brain was still functioning. Which meant this man really was Kadin Marks, because she wasn't so far gone that she was turning fantasies into reality in her mind. She hadn't done that for almost as long as Kadin hadn't been hers.
"Then get it another way," he growled in an almost subvocal whisper directly against her ear. "You are not staying here to be tortured anymore."
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I have been reading Lucy's books for years. Her addition of a male relationship really threw me! When I bought this book I expected the hot female, male story she always writes! I understand wanting to be "pc" but, I don't know of any woman who really wants to read about this kind of relationship. I am not being hateful, but it seems to me it should have been included in the synopsis. Lucy's last Goddard Project book didn't go out with a bang as I thought it would.
In general women buy and read romance books this book Spent way too much time on the gay relationship between two men why would ms monroe think women want to read about two men in a sexual relationship this book is way below the standard we expect from the author or great romsnce bookd like ready or willing or able three of her best books
Hot, hot, hot! Exactly what I expect from a Lucy Monroe Book! A strong alpha male character, Kaden, and in this case, an equally strong female character, Rachel. This book contains it all....intrigue, danger, love and complex personal relationships. The main characters are very fleshed out including a complex past history. Lucy fleshes out the supporting characters very well also. All of the elements come together nicely. This story line is complex, believable and fun to read....Lucy did her research! Lucy Monroe is one of my favorite authors and this book does not disappoint!
As posted on The Smutty Kitty 3 out of 5 Licks I just realized this book is loosely connected to a series Lucy has that I have not read. I don't feel like that took away too much from this book. There were a few times when I was wondering if I was supposed to know more about some of these characters, but there was enough background info provided that it didn't really matter. I really liked the premise of the book and wanted to absolutely love it but sadly that just didn't happen. The previous relationship between Kaden and Rachel is sad and although she has clearly had a rough go the last several years she was borderline unlikable. She was whiny and she did have valid reasons for her feelings she went on and on about it and even though she said she was over it she clearly wasn't. Too much of the book was spent with her dwelling on and clinging to the past hurts. Because of that the ending felt a bit rushed to me. The sex was ok. It was described a bit clinically for me. I would have liked to see the author go for it, but it felt like she was trying to be careful not to get too dirty with the descriptions so it came across feeling a bit cold. There were a few political references that I don't feel added to the book. I felt more like the author was trying to share her political views rather than add to the story line. That is just my personal feeling. Politics makes me very uncomfortable and I tend to shy away from it. There is a second minor story line between Neil and Wyatt. I also found that the switch between team nicknames and real names went back and forth a lot instead of being consistent. All that said I liked the book but it wasn't something that I just couldn't put down. The idea is interesting and the feeling is there but a bit hidden. I would be interested in reading the previous books and seeing if they help bring a better understanding to this one and round out the series.
The book was great. Just what I expect from Lucy. I am sad to see so many homophobic people reviewing the book.the relationship between the two gay characters was sweet and not at all graphic. Very tamely written. And the complaints about her getting a political soapbox wqere completely overstated. Only two scenes had minor references to politics and fit in the storyline. When you are dealing with antiterrorism, politics is involved. Anyway I really liked the characters and how they worked thru their issues.
I really enjoyed this read. Good action. Loved the lost love and then finding happily ever after even though he caused her pain it's all about forgiveness.
I am sooooo angry I spent $10.99 On this AWFUL. AWFUL. AWFUL AWFUL HORRIBLE total waste of money!!! I have read books buy this author several times inthe past but I WONT MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN.
It was ok. 3.5 *Book source ~ Many thanks to Kensington for providing a review copy in exchange for an honest review. Rachel Gannon is a former DEA agent now working for the Goddard Project. While undercover in Egypt she is captured and tortured. Before she breaks though she is rescued by a team sent by Atrati, a covert ops group that is used by governments to do what can’t be done through standard channels. The leader of the group turns out to be Rachel’s first and only love, Kaden Marks. Now, Rachel not only has to deal with the aftermath of her torture, try to finish her mission and protect her unknowing informant, she has to deal with her past and the man who betrayed her. I’ve enjoyed the Goddard Project books and this was no exception. Though it lags a bit in the middle it’s still a pretty decent spy story. Rachel is a tough one and I can see why she has lived her life the way she has. Kaden is an idiot though. I didn’t have much respect for him or how he treated Rachel. Granted they were young, but still… Anyway, this type of storyline isn’t my favorite. I’m not a fan of the H/h who have had a prior relationship. And not only are Rachel and Kaden former loves, but a side story has two team members in a prior relationship. So I was double whammied in this book. Also, I’m not sure if it was because of this idiosyncrasy of mine or not, but I couldn’t really connect with the characters. The plot is decent, the dialogue is good and the characters are fine, so maybe it was just me. If you’ve read the other Goddard books and enjoyed them then you probably won’t have a problem with this one.
HEATSEEKER by Lucy Monroe is an interesting Contemporary Romance. #6 in the "Goddard Project". This was my first in this series, and I did not find it hard to keep up with or follow. "Always ready,always deadly" is the Atrati motto. They are a mercenary Black Operatives group who specializes in doing things others can not... "Heatseeker" is Rachel Gannon,a former DEA agent and Kadin Marks,a former Marine Sergeant's story. It is a rather fast paced story with plenty of action, suspense, and passion. Rachel blames herself for the death of her sister,and she does not want to be rescued,she wants to bring down an organization she also blames for her sister's death. But at what cost? Her cover has been blown. Kadin's mission is to get Rachel out alive,but what he doesn't know or was not informed is that Rachel doesn't want out..not yet. Can love help to mend both Kadin and Rachel? Both have deep wounds and dark pasts. An interesting read! Received for an honest review from the publisher. RATING: 4 HEAT RATING: MILD REVIEWED BY: AprilR, Review courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
Heatseeker by Lucy Monroe is a full out pulse pounding read. Atrati team leader Kadin Marks has never forgotten the girl he left behind. You can imagine his shock when the woman that is being held captive by terrorists calling out his name. Kadin will risk everything for a second chance at loving Rachel Gannon. Rachel Gannon former DEA agent was on a mission for the Goddard Project when it all went terribly wrong. Now she is being tormented by the enemy, the only thing keeping her sane is the sweet memories of her former love, Kadin Marks. She thinks she has gone over the edge when Kadin and his team are there to rescue her. Kadin and his team’s goal are to get Rachel out of country ASAP. But Rachel being her old stubborn self wants to safe the live of a young woman she has befriended. This throws a major wrench in the plans but Kadin lost Rachel’s love once and will not let that happen this time. Protecting Rachel proves to be a full time job and Kadin is the man to do it. Spending 24/7 with each other has past feelings rising to the surface both the pain and the loving. Will this newly revived relationship be able to survive when the enemy is drawling closer? Heatseeker is another exceptional story by Lucy Monroe. The chemistry between the main characters as well as the secondary ones is top notch. Even the repartee between the team will make you laugh and keep you on the edge. Any book by Lucy Monroe is a must read and a keeper.
love lucy monroe books this one was awesome
Plenty of background and notable that real life interaction are not propaganda but reality. Yes, men can love men but that is not the sum total of the book. Complex relationships add to the story and I for one felt this book had plenty of twists and turns that kept my attention.
I love a good love story . I do not care if it is two men or man and a women . I am a women i like reading gay love story . I love that ms. Monroe has balls to write about two men in love . For that i will read more of her books.
How to go from an autobuy author to never buy again. Way to go, Lucy Monroe, I've never been so disgusted by a book in my life. Not only do you intentionally dupe your romance reading audience by NOT telling them about the M/M relationship in this flaming turd of a book, you take cheap shots at an entire political party. Newsflash, Republicans buy books too. I like M/M romances, but not when they are used as a gimmick to push an author's political agenda instead of a heartfelt relationship. The author and the publisher should be ashamed charging money for this rubbish. Either write fiction or write political messages, but don't try to commingle them and pass them as a story. Boo Hiss.
I pre ordered