Loose Ends (Steele Street Series #11)

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WHITE-HOT, DOWN-AND-DIRTY PASSION IGNITES WHEN A SEXY SOLDIER ENCOUNTERS AN IRRESISTIBLE THIEF WHO’S CHANGED HER WAYS.
 
Six years ago, the Special Defense Force mourned the loss of J. T. Chronopolous. Now the striking soldier is back with scant memory, a new name—Conroy Farrel—and one single mission: to bring down SDF. But SDF has its own plan: get him back at any cost. And so they’ve set a trap for Con, a trap that Jane Linden ...
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WHITE-HOT, DOWN-AND-DIRTY PASSION IGNITES WHEN A SEXY SOLDIER ENCOUNTERS AN IRRESISTIBLE THIEF WHO’S CHANGED HER WAYS.
 
Six years ago, the Special Defense Force mourned the loss of J. T. Chronopolous. Now the striking soldier is back with scant memory, a new name—Conroy Farrel—and one single mission: to bring down SDF. But SDF has its own plan: get him back at any cost. And so they’ve set a trap for Con, a trap that Jane Linden accidentally steps into. With darkness falling and the night heating up, Con finds himself on the run in an oddly familiar 1967 Pontiac GTO with a drop-dead-gorgeous brunette named Jane by his side. Who she is he doesn’t know. Or does he? Jane certainly hasn’t forgotten him. When she was a teenager, he caught her picking his pocket. Now the former street thief is all grown up and gone legit—and the effect she has on Con is all too clear: pure, sweet longing. Con’s not sure if Jane is there to save him or to take him down. But one thing’s certain: With desire leading the way, all bets are off.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780440246107
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/25/2011
  • Series: Steele Street Series , #11
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 631,772
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Tara Janzen is the bestselling author of the Steele Street novels and the Crazy series. Of the mind that love truly is what makes the world go round, she lives in Colorado, where she is working on her next book.
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CHAPTER ONE

Lost boys.

Dylan Hart sat in the deepening gloom of his thirteenth-floor penthouse at 738 Steele Street, his gaze fixed on the large, dark painting hanging high up in the pipes and rafters criss-crossing the vaulted space of his ceiling.

He'd hung it there years ago, all twelve by eight feet of it, so he would never forget the price some men paid. The price they'd all paid. Now he had to wonder for what: freedom? justice?

Maybe.

A few times over the last fourteen years he'd believed in justice, maybe a few more times in freedom, but overall, he'd never been that naive, not even in the beginning of his military career, when Special Defense Force, SDF, had first been created. The world revolved on power and the ties that bound men together, and Dylan was bound to the man in the painting: J. T. Chronopolous, The Guardian, wielding a broadsword in his hands, dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt with his dark wings spread out on either side of his body, the feathers dragging the ground, an angel god of retribution without mercy.

Merciless--God knew the world was that and worse . . . far worse.

A heavy sigh escaped him, and he slid deeper into one of the overstuffed leather chairs in his living room, slid deeper into the ocean of guilt waiting to drown him.

Jesus, sweet Jesus, what have I done?

His throat was tight.

To die was one thing. Everyone in Special Defense Force, a black ops team run out of the underbelly of the United States Department of Defense, his team, knew their life was on the line for the job, and they'd all signed on willingly. Hell, they'd signed on eagerly, then trained their guts out, through blood and sweat and the crucible of their own experience to keep death at bay. They won their fights. They'd always won--except once.

He lifted his hand to his face and covered his eyes, let his palm rest there, a shield against the hard truth scrolling down the screen of his computer, the results of an eight-month investigation.

"This is ugly, Dylan, and it's only going to get uglier," said the woman who'd spent the day decrypting the files he'd brought with him from Washington, D.C. She was sitting across from him, blond and beautiful, dressed in a pair of bad-girl high heels and a simple, incredibly expensive gray dress that fit her like a glove. "Randolph Lancaster needs to have an accident, a very bad accident. Gillian and I can get on a plane to Washington tonight. No one else ever needs to know. We can survive this."

Assassination of a top-level U.S. government official, that's what she was proposing; that she and Gillian Pentycote, an SDF operator known as Red Dog, go to Washington, D.C., and rig Randolph Lancaster's car to fail, or arrange for him to go swimming one night in his pool stone-cold drunk, with too much precisely administered alcohol in his blood, and drown. Or maybe one of the girls would take him out on his sailboat and drop him over the side, while the other shadowed them in a getaway speedboat.

Either of those plans was a better death than Lancaster deserved.

Through his own auspices at State, and through his "foreign policy adjustments" using a legion of pawns put at his disposal by the various intelligence agencies of the U.S. government, most notably the CIA, Randolph Lancaster had accumulated millions of dollars selling American soldiers through a company called LeedTech.

Lost boys--and none more lost than J.T., because of a LeedTech contract with a Southeast Asian company called Atlas Exports.

Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, a quarter of a million, the price of a man's life--the computer had over a hundred invoices for the sale and delivery of over a hundred extremely skilled, superlatively fit soldiers to Atlas for "enhancement and experimental use," each invoice tagged with a coded Department of Defense Special Operations Forces (SOF) identification number.

Dylan's team in Denver, Colorado, comprised eleven elite SOF soldiers, and six years ago one team member's coded ID number had been duly printed on an Atlas Exports invoice--J.T.'s number. He'd been sold by Lancaster as military chattel, set up to disappear during a sanctioned mission in Colombia and be sent to Southeast Asia.

He'd been sold out while under Dylan's command--and then everything had gone even more horrendously, sickeningly wrong.

Dylan slid his hand down to cover his mouth for a moment and lifted his gaze to the woman across from him. She was right. Lancaster needed to be brought down.

Geezus. The depth of the betrayal was numbing.

Randolph Lancaster had been a friend.

Enhancement and experimental use--he knew exactly what the words meant. On the computer screen, on an Atlas Exports invoice dated three years ago, he'd seen his own coded SOF ID number typed across the top of a page.

Sometimes, at night, the bite of the needle would come to him again, waking him with a scream lodged in his throat, his body drenched in sweat. More pain than what he'd been subjected to was literally beyond his imagination. Yet he knew J.T. had suffered much more, torture beyond bearing, transformation beyond reversal. J.T. had been changed into someone else, something else, a half-man/half-genetically altered beast going by the name Conroy Farrel, and that creature was on the loose, out there somewhere in the world and closing in on Denver. Dylan knew it down to his bones. He'd been the one to bait the trap, and "the bait" was showing all the signs of impending escape--heightened alertness, hours spent either pacing or standing stock-still, looking out toward the windows, refusing to speak. Somehow, somewhere, even with her locked deep inside Steele Street, incarcerated on the tenth floor, Conroy Farrel had communicated with Scout Leesom. The message would have been simple: "I'm coming to get you."

"We need to bring J.T. in first, secure him," he said to the blonde. "Then we'll go after Lancaster."

"No." She was adamant, her arms crossing over her chest, her chin firming up, her gaze meeting his with mutinous intensity. Her name was Skeeter Bang-Hart, and out of all the bad girls in the world, she was his. "We go after Lancaster now, take this party to him, give him something to worry about besides trying to kill J.T., and you, and probably the rest of us while he's at it. He needs to go down, Dylan. He needs to go down as hard and as fast as we can make it happen, and SDF can make it happen pretty damn hard and fast."

She wanted blood. She'd wanted it since she'd found the invoices deep-sixed in the no-access files he'd hijacked off an ultra-secure computer in Washington, D.C., but Dylan wasn't going to let her have it, not yet.

He shook his head. "This party started eight weeks ago in Paraguay, in Conroy Farrel's compound on the Tambo River, and it's going to end here, at Steele Street, when we have him back. Then we'll take Lancaster out."

She crossed her legs, tightened her arms, and looked at him long and hard. "You lost him in Paraguay, Dylan, you and Hawkins and Creed and Zach, all four of you, even after Creed hit him with a tranquilizer dart damn near big enough to drop an elephant. The girl was a secondary target at best, and if he doesn't want her back, we've got nothing."

Count on Skeeter to lay the failure of their last mission on the line, but she was wrong about the girl.

"He wants her." Guaranteed. "You saw her. She's not worried. She hasn't been worried from the beginning. Angry, yes, but not scared. She knows he's coming for her, and she doesn't think we have a chance in hell of stopping him. That he might fail hasn't crossed her mind, and four days ago, she started actively looking for him, actively preparing for her escape. He's here now, Skeet, and I need you here, too, you and Gillian. This isn't the time to be splitting the team up. We need everybody on board, everybody in place. How's Cherie doing with the changes on the security system?" Cherie Hacker, a world-class computer nerd and electronic security expert for Steele Street, had been fine-tuning the building ever since they'd brought Scout Leesom to Denver.

J.T. was going to be thinking about how to get inside, and Dylan had decided to make damn sure he could, almost at will. When he hadn't shown up in the first four weeks after the botched mission in Paraguay, Dylan had decided to loosen the security here and there and tighten it in other places, hoping to lure him into making his move. In effect, Dylan had left half the building unlocked. There was risk in the plan, but if he'd thought it would bring J.T. in, he'd have laid a trail of bread crumbs from Ciudad del Este, Paraguay, straight to Steele Street's front door.

"She's got all the outside doors wired into one set of controls, including most of the garage doors, and she's almost finished wiring the elevators," Skeeter said. "We should get down to the office. Cherie's got another shakedown planned in an hour."

He checked his watch. "What about her Quick Mart runs--how are those going?"

"Right on schedule, every day," Skeeter assured him.

The Quick Mart runs were a long shot, sending Cherie out for coffee, making it look like the building was wide open for people to just come and go as they pleased. It was more bait, a low-percentage shot compared to the high-priced piece on the tenth floor, but Dylan was putting everything he had into play. If he didn't get to J.T. first, Lancaster would, and that was a possibility he wasn't willing to accept.

"Who's on the street with her today?"

"Zach," she said.

"Good."

Zachary Prade was one of the original chop shop boys. An ex-CIA agent, he'd been so deeply undercover in the drug trade at one point that Dylan had lost track of him for years. Zach had "been there, done that" in dozens of hellholes around the world. He could more than handle Cherie's coffee run.

Dylan stood up and offered Skeeter his hand, and after a moment of meeting his gaze, she took it and let him pull her to her feet.

He held her there for a moment, then cupped the side of her face with his palm and leaned down to take her mouth with his. The bad girl was all his, and she proved it with her kiss, melting into his arms, holding him close as he slid his hand down her neck and over her breasts, before letting it come to rest low on her belly. Yes, this girl was his, for now and forever.

Deep down, he knew she was scared for all of them, for what their investigation had uncovered and what it could mean for their future, but she would obey. He didn't have a doubt. There'd be no takedown of Randolph Lancaster until he gave the order, and he would when the time was right. Chances were, the team would survive Lancaster's betrayal despite the damage he'd done.

Conroy Farrel was a different matter. The chances of all of them surviving a live capture of the beastly creature J.T. had become were far, far slimmer. He was a warrior at heart and a monster by design--and there wasn't an operator at Steele Street who didn't know it.

CHAPTER TWO

Ketamine hydrochloride. Special K. Monkey Morphine delivered in an automatic syringe shot out of a .22-caliber rimfire rifle. He knew the drill.

Yeah.

Conroy Farrel rubbed the side of his neck where he'd been darted two months ago in Paraguay. With all the cutting-edge psychopharmaceuticals pumping through his bloodstream, he would have thought he could handle a few cc's of the date-rape drug.

Think again, Con, old boy.

The ketamine, a hallucinogenic animal tranquilizer, had damn near twisted him up and tranquilized him into the fifth dimension for weeks, and the guys who had doped him lived across the street from where he was standing in a Denver, Colorado, alley. Worse, far worse than the doping, they'd stolen his girl.

He'd come six thousand miles to get her back.

Con let his gaze slide up the length of the wildest, most contraption-like freight elevator he'd ever seen. It crawled up the side of the building at 738 Steele Street, all iron and steel, looking like a gothic suspension bridge set on end and, somehow, oddly, familiar--damned familiar. Shrouded in the shadows cast by the setting sun, all he could think was that the elevator reminded him of the bridge that spanned the Kwai River just outside Kanchanaburi in western Thailand--not that he liked to think about Thailand too often. Bangkok had been nothing short of brutal on him, half a breath away from the deep sleep. Or maybe less than half a breath. Resurrection, he was sure, was the only thing standing between him and eternity.

And the only thing standing between him and his girl was the building across the street. If she was in there, he was going to get her, and if she wasn't in there, he was going to get whoever was and ask them once where they'd taken her--only once. Scout was tough, as tough as she'd needed to be to survive alone in Southeast Asia, before he'd finally tracked her down on the streets of Bangkok. They'd celebrated her eighteenth birthday in Rangoon, her nineteenth in Vientiane, her twentieth in Phnom Penh, her twenty-first in Da Nang, and her twenty-second in Amsterdam--a promise he'd made her father, Garrett Leesom, a soldier like him, one of the world's warriors whose last breath had been wrung out of him in the same hellhole that had all but killed Con.

Yeah, Scout was tough, like her father. These thugs on Steele Street wouldn't have what it took to break her. But he had what it took to break them, and it would all come to bear on every single one of them, starting with a guy named Dylan Hart, until he had Garrett's daughter back.

He reached into his pocket, felt the business card there, but didn't pull it out. He didn't need to pull it out. The words on the card had been burned into his memory the instant he'd seen them: Dylan Hart, Uptown Autos, We Only Sell the Best, 738 Steele Street, Denver, Colorado. He'd found the card on his kitchen table in Paraguay the day they'd taken Scout.

These boys knew he was coming. Hell, they'd left him an engraved invitation--and they weren't car salesmen. He didn't give a damn what the card said.

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  • Posted January 1, 2011

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    Thrilling Read

    I started this book with many expectations and I can honestly say that I was not disappointed with the way Tara Janzen has wrapped up her Loose series. It's a fast riding, hang on to your seat conclusion with the Steele Street agents. These are the characters that the fans of Tara Janzen have fallen in love with as their stories tantalized and thrilled the readers with intrigue, danger and red-hot romance. Loose Ends will get you revved up with the hot guys and the dynamite women we have come to know through previous novels. Conroy Farrel is full of mystery and he puts the Steele Street agents on their most personally challenging mission yet as he attempts to rescue a friend of his. Conroy doesn't remember his past and his past is definitely haunting him with each full throttled race through the streets of Denver with a woman that gets caught up in his plans. The sexy Jane Linden is determined to help Conroy remember his past and the relationship they once shared. Their attraction burns with a passion that will leave the reader sizzling while the conclusion will have your heart racing as fast as the cars they drive. Loose Ends--a story I have been waiting many years to read. With unfinished business and hearts to heal, Tara Janzen delivers a fantastic story to conclude the Loose series. This is a keeper for my bookshelves and I look forward to future novels by Ms. Janzen with hopes to see more Steele Street novels. Enjoy!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2012

    Loved it

    ## This book was outstanding. I read book 1-6 of the series first. I loved #1-4, but I wasn't crazy about 5-6 so I decided to skip the rest in the series. However, then I saw that in this final book J.T. was still alive. He was dead, yet a big part of books 1-4. So, I took a chance and bought it and loved it. It was full of suspense and action with some romance and emotion thrown in. I don't think that this book would've worked as a stand alone, but if you've read 1-6, it's a perfect ending to this series. Thanks to Ms. Janzen for such a satisfying ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2012

    Great

    An exciting series! This is an excellent way to wrap it a up and finish it off .

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2012

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    Wonderful!!

    Best romantic suspense series I have read!

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  • Posted October 12, 2011

    Loose Ends

    J.T. is dead.at least that is what everyone thought! His SDF team has grieved him and pushed through their shock to move on. The only issue is, now he isn't dead, his name is 'Con', he has been experimented on and he is on the wrong side! His teammates are determined to get the old J.T. back and have the perfect plan.
    Jane is shocked to find J.T., uh, Con, is still alive, and through a series of flashbacks, we learn their back story. She is stubborn, determined and exactly what he needs. He is unwavering in seeing his mission to the end, but he can't deny the evidence of a life he doesn't remember . . . or the attraction he feels toward Jane.
    Trying to 'rescue' his friend and figure out who and what he really is are only a couple of J.T.'s problems. There is also a crazed soldier that no one can stop!
    Hot and steamy with plenty of suspense! This book will keep you captivated with a wonderful cast of characters and great storyline.

    Reviewed by Ashley Wintters for Suspense Magazine

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  • Posted May 31, 2011

    Disappointed

    I've enjoyed Tara Janzen's other books, but this one was too hard to get into. Still haven't finished reading...

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 22, 2011

    great finish to a great series!

    i loved this series and hope she starts another.

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  • Posted February 5, 2011

    Heart stopping action and romance -what a combo

    Great, just great! If you have not read the Steel Street series you are missing out. Tara Janzen has out done herself with one. This will keep you on the edge of your seat, have you biting your nails, and maybe even shed tear as the Steel Street boys come back together to help J.T.

    Thank you Tara for a great read!

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  • Posted February 2, 2011

    Great read..

    I couldn't put the book down once I started. Tara grips you from the first page until the last. I've read all the books in Steele Street series more than once and recommend them to anyone. If you love mystery, suspense, action and romance, you can't lose with any of these books, but I do recommend that you read them in series order. You get to know the characters better that way.

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  • Posted January 27, 2011

    sweet T

    this book is great, just like the entire series wish there was another book in the works. i cannot wait for another tara janzen book to come out

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  • Posted January 25, 2011

    More than I could have hoped for...

    Such a satisfying wrap up to the dual "Crazy" and "Steele Street" series. JT (Con) is hot, protective, intensely focused on his mission, and yet vulnerable when confronted with evidence of the life of which he has no memory. Jane is a beautiful art gallery manager who still retains her street rat instincts. JT and Jane became close 6 years ago after she got caught picking his friend's pocket. On the night before his last mission, they become lovers. He goes off to Columbia, where he is presumed to have been killed. In Breaking Loose, we find out that JT is not dead. The Steele Street boys kidnap his ward, Scout, to lure him to Denver. While he is trying to recover Scout, things go south and Jane ends up being in the car JT steals to escape. He is an unwilling hostage taker, but Jane refuses to get out of the car. JT is kind of perplexed by this turn of events. In one of many classic Tara Janzen lines, JT asks Jane, "Why are you sticking to me like superglue gone wrong? Why are you still in this car?" These two are terrific together, and the sexual tension between them is HOT.

    The backstory for Jane and JT is given in a series of flashbacks to their time together 6 years ago. Wonderfully told and you feel for the street urchin Jane, struggling to make a way into the real world, and you understand the connection between the two, as JT had been in Jane's place prior to going into the service.

    As a long time reader and fan of these series, I could not have asked for a more satisfying end. I got the closure I was looking for without the gratuitous "kitchen sink" approach of bringing every character from the series back for a reunion. There was no overnight fix for JT's amnesia, although there was some mediation due to a believable treatment, forshadowed by Gillian's success with the same treatment. I was mostly looking for closure for Kid, who became consumed with finding his brother's murderers, and for Creed, who was emotionally slain by having to watch his best friend be tortured while he was forced to watch, tied up and helpless to save him. Could not have been more perfect.

    If you have read the series, Loose Ends will pack an emotional wallop. If you are new to the series, I think the book will still be entertaining as a stand alone, but you probably won't require the entire box of tissues I went through. Loose Ends starts strong on the first page, and only picks up speed. It grabs you and is so action packed, you will be flying through the pages. Tara Janzen creates a vivid world and writes with flair. She flows so easily from gritty, heart stopping action to humor to emotionally wrenching moments. I really like her writing style.

    I am sorry to see the series end, but wow! What a way to go!

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  • Posted December 26, 2010

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    excellent romantic suspense

    Six years ago, Special Defense Force soldier J.T. Chronopolous died during a field operation (see the Crazy tales). His SDF team mates stunned by his death, still grieve their loss as that is the only dark mark on their illustrious record. Recently they are further shocked to learn J.T. lives (see Breaking Loose); using the name Conroy "Con" Farrell; his mission destroy SDF.

    A black ops group captured and experimented on J.T. in order to turn him into a supersoldier. Desperate to bring him in, SDF operatives capture Scout, who Con tenderly treats like his daughter, to use her as bait to lure in their agent. Their trap works as Con is coming for Scout. However, a woman from his amnesiac pre torture days Jane Linden is caught in the middle of the pending hostilities between SDF and the supersoldier. He does not recall his catching her pick his pocket when she was a teen though she seems familiar. With her in a '67 GTO, Con's memory begins to return as desire is a strong impetus to the brain. Neither, he, Jane or SDF realizes someone else was also a test dummy, but that victim turned into a killing psychopath who is coming to complete the mission.

    The apparent last romantic suspense SDF thriller (see the six Crazy tales and the previous five Loose novels) is a great finish that ties up major threads including one that the saga fans will go gaga over. Fast-paced and loaded with action, some over the top, what makes the SDF thrillers so good is the great characterizations; this one may contain the best yet. Not only is Con/J.T. fully developed so is Jane and several remorseful SDF buddies like Hart and Kid who know never to leave one behind. This is a super finish to two strong series.

    Harriet Klausner

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