On Target [NOOK Book]

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On his way to deliver divorce papers to his soon-to-be ex, a terrorist attack put U.S. Air Force Sergeant Shane "Vegas" O'Riley back into soldier mode. His wife and her two adopted children were in danger. He didn't give a damn if she wanted him out of their lives…they were under his full-time protection now.

Being back with her husband had Sherry in upheaval. She still wanted Shane. Yet she was afraid obligation was the only reason he was ...

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On Target

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Overview


On his way to deliver divorce papers to his soon-to-be ex, a terrorist attack put U.S. Air Force Sergeant Shane "Vegas" O'Riley back into soldier mode. His wife and her two adopted children were in danger. He didn't give a damn if she wanted him out of their lives…they were under his full-time protection now.

Being back with her husband had Sherry in upheaval. She still wanted Shane. Yet she was afraid obligation was the only reason he was sticking close. With a terrorist targeting their lives, Shane was all she had to hold on to.

Danger lurked close to home. But it was a marriage that had to survive the ultimate battle.


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460302644
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 9/17/2012
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 145,897
  • File size: 410 KB

Meet the Author


USA Today bestseller Catherine Mann has books in print in more than 20 countries with Desire, Romantic Suspense, HQN and other Harlequin lines. A five-time RITA finalist, she has won both the RITA and the Bookseller's Best Awards. Catherine resides in Florida with her aviator husband, their four children and a menagerie of pets. For more information, visit: http://catherinemann.com


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Over the Caribbean Sea Present Day

"BLACKBIRD 33, BLACKBIRD 33, this is Sentry 20

reporting a pirate ship at your ten o'clock, twentyeight miles."

Pirate ship? The improbable radio call from Sentry rattled around in flight engineer Shane "Vegas" O'Riley's headset as he manned his station of the CV-22 aircraft. He couldn't have heard what he thought.

Sure they were out over the wild and wooly Caribbean, but someone must be screwing with them. Air Force crewdogs were well known for their practical jokes.

Except today, he couldn't be any less in the mood for gags. This flight to deliver supplies served a dual purpose for him. He would make a stop at a tiny godforsaken island where his wife worked teaching in the latest needy village to cross her aid group's radar.

There, he would also hand over divorce papers for her to sign.

But back to these freaking pirates. Since the weather was dog crap, he was in charge of the radio while the two pilots had their hands full with the bouncing airplane.

Shane thumbed the radio "transmit" key, sweat burning his eyes, his flight suit sticking to his shoulder blades in the unrelenting summer heat. No AC could keep up. "Sentry did you say a pirate ship? Is Johnny Depp onboard with his swashbuckling costume? Do you want us to land this puppy on the poop deck and get his autograph for you?" Since the CV-22 took off and landed like a helicopter, then rotated the blades forward to fly like a plane, they actually could manage just such a feat if there were a pirate ship. "I'll tell him it's for your daughter if you're embarrassed."

The jerking craft jarred his teeth, hard, faster than theroller coaster ride he'd taken with his two daughters at Six Flags last summer.

In front of him sat the two pilots. Aircraft commander Postal gripped the wobbling stick while newbie to the CV-22 copilot Rodeo took wildly fluctuating system reads off the control panel. Shane glanced over his shoulder back into the belly of the craft to check on the three gunners—and yeah, thank God—they'd strapped their butts down tight.

Their radio crackled in the inclement weather, words sputtering through unevenly, "Pirates… guns at… cruise ship."

Some theme cruise perhaps? A pocket of turbulence whacked Shane's helmet against the overhead panel and rattled his brain worse than a baseball bat upside the temple. "I'm so not in the mood for this "Argh" and "Shiver me Timbers" garbage. We've got a weather emergency here."

"Sorry," the radio voice claiming to be Sentry 20 responded, "not yanking your chain, Blackbird 33. We have a message relay from Southern Command Headquarters. Ready to copy?"

Shane straightened in his seat. "Really? No joke?" he said, still only half believing. "We'll play along for the heck of it, ready to copy."

The radio crackled to life. "Blackbird 33, proceed to one-eight dash zero-five north, zero-six-three dash five-nine west to intercept a pirate vessel, suspected to be terrorists threatening a passenger cruise ship. You are ordered to disable the pirate boat—" the connection went staticky for another two jostles "—or destroy the pirate's vessel, a cigarette boat, if you or the cruise ship are fired on. Copy?"

An order to shoot a cigarette boat that just happened to be tooling around in the water? This could be the worst kind of setup for an ambush in such a lawless corner of the ocean. Unease prickled up Shane's spine as he could already see all his crew members" faces plastered across the six o'clock news.

That would be a helluva way to end his career and his marriage in one fell swoop. "Who is this?"

"Listen up, Blackbird," the voice barked back,

"I authenticated the communication when I got it and I think you should do the same."

Well, they got that right. "Rodeo, dig out the code book."

"Way ahead of you, Vegas. Here ya" go." The copilot's normally easygoing demeanor was nowhere to be found as he passed back the book before quickly returning to the controls. Rodeo had his hands full running both his copilot's position and checking Shane's flight engineer regular duties, monitoring engine and aircraft health since he had to deal with this buccaneer BS.

Vegas thumbed through the pages until he found what he needed. "Sentry, authenticate foxtrot-mike."

"Sentry authenticates with zulu-tango."

"So, Sarge?" Rodeo's voice shot over the radio to Tech Sergeant Shane O'Riley. "Is that correct?"

Holy crap. Shane verified it once, reread again. No movie star autographs in their future today. This was the real deal. "That is the correct response, sir."

The aircraft commander, Postal, cursed into the interphone. "Well, spank my ass and get me an eye patch." Clicking over to radio to broadcast beyond the plane, "Good authentication, Sentry, we are headed that way… Rodeo, give me a—"

"Already on it," the copilot interrupted. He might be new to the craft but the man was a freaking genius, a quick thinker on his feet to boot. That worked well with a gut instinct player like Postal.

"Come left to heading one-seven-seven. Showing time to intercept at eight minutes. Target is now twenty miles ahead."

"Copy all." Postal's normally wired façade faded at the very real threat ahead—a flipping terrorist pirate ship, no less. "Crew, lock and load, cleared to fire a burst. Let's make sure those babies are working in case we need them."

Brrrrrp. Brrrrrp. The sound of quick bursts from electrically powered mini-guns hammered through his helmet just before the smell of gunpowder drifted up to linger in the cockpit. The right gunner, left gunner, back gunner—Stones, Padre and Sandman—all checked in ready to go.

Both pilots looked out to the horizon searching for a sign of the boat. Shane kept his eyes forward, his thumb on the radio and tried not think about the divorce papers in his flight bag. There wasn't much to divvy up, not with Sherry living her life in one NGO tent after another. Most of her gear consisted of easy-to-pack toys for the kids while she left a few things back home.

His little girls. Ah hell. He wanted to settle down, have a real family life. Sherry insisted she was living a real life around the world and he was welcome to join them anytime.

Where the hell was the compromise in that? His aircraft commander cranked the craft in a flawless bank. Postal's wild eyes stuck to the horizon, his hand on the stick. "Work that radar hard, Rodeo. Let me know when you've got a good bead on him."

"Roger that, start a right turn, shallow bank. Roll out. Straight ahead five miles."

The air grew heavier. Some might say with humidity, but Shane had been around, fought in enough conflicts to know that the minutes leading up to battle sucked emotions out of a person and pumped them into the air where they couldn't distract a man. Inside, he could stay emotionless. Six years he'd served, since he'd given up the early beginnings of his pro baseball career to enlist after 9-11.

He'd never regretted the decision. But both careers spoke to the core of who he was, a good old fashioned picket fence, baseball and apple pie family man. He thought he'd found that with Sherry and the girls. He wanted to be the big strong dude who built a home for his family and protected them.

And by protecting, he'd meant from burglars. Not freaking pirate ships and tribal warlords that attacked tent villages. What the hell was she thinking hauling the kids around to unruly corners of the world like this?

Postal leaned forward, the air getting a good pound or two heavier until he said… "Okay, I got "em visual. Start a turn to go around them. It's a cigarette boat. Get the infrared cam on them and see what they look like."

Rodeo nodded, sweat glistening on his dark bronze skin. "Got a lock. Zooming cameras for confirmation…and ah hell, big guns on that boat. I would say the pirates."

Pirate Captain Jack Sparrow didn't have a speedboat like that.

The infrared screen display bloomed upward. Gunfire from the boat. Aimed at the CV-22. No more questioning how to respond.

Heaven help them. This was it. Open combat to the death.

Rodeo yelled, "Incoming, break right."

The aircraft banked into a hard turn. Bullets tat, tat, tat punctured the skin aft of the pilots before… Boom. In the back.

Shane glanced back over his shoulder. "What the hell happened back there?"

Stones, a burly man with cajones that had earned him his call sign shouted in frustration. Pain. "Holy crap a round went through a box of flares and they're popping off all over the place…"

Ah man, it was like the fires of Hades back there with Fourth of July sparklers exploding too damn close to Stones—and rounds of ammo. Much more of that and the whole CV-22 would ignite.

With all of them going down in flames. Vegas reached for his harness to unbuckle. Don't think of the kids. His girls, yet not legally his daughters. They were Sherry's, adopted during her first marriage—Cara from Vietnam and Malaika from the Sudan.

Once the divorce went through, he would lose all rights to them. The pain of that burned hotter than any flares. And yeah, he couldn't dodge the self-deprecating notion that sometimes the scary shit came flying back at man like a rogue missile once the battle raged.

Nothing left to lose.

He bolted from his seat. "We've got to get that the hell out of the plane. I don't want to be the finale of the fireworks show."

container of sizzling flares, a boxy dude who stood for no argument regardless of any blood loss. "Back up and take care of those bastards with my gun. I got this covered. You'll just be in the way."

Shane didn't need any more urging than that. He'd been a gunner on an AC-130 gunship before becoming a flight engineer in the CV-22. His training might be rusty but he could hold his own. "Rodeo, can you keep on manning my station? I'll take the gun."

Rodeo keyed up the mike, "Absolutely. Those bastards fired on us. Smoke "em."

Or we die.

The words went unspoken but not unheard.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2007

    Another EXCITING WINGMEN WARRIOR story!!!!

    Catherine Mann never lets me down and ON TARGET proves why she¿s a brilliant romantic suspense author. This is another one of her military stories that weaves action around strong 3D characters within a tight suspense-filled plots. The excitement rolls with razor-sharp pacing. I¿ve learned to clear my schedule to read her books, because walking away in the middle isn¿t an option. ON TARGET is a breathless ride that will have you waiting ¿impatiently¿ g for the next one.

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    Although they still love one another, neither can compromise as she wants to ride the globe teaching impoverished children while he wants a picket fence. Thus US Air Force Sergeant Shane ¿Vegas¿ O'Riley is delivering the divorce papers to his wife Sherry on a tiny Caribbean island that he finds to his shock is under a terrorist attack, which is repelled. He vows to keep his soon to be ex-wife and her two preadolescent adopted daughters Cara and Mally safe especially upon learning of a terrorist cell operating from a nearby unknown island.--------------- Instinctively Shane feels he needs to linger nearby to insure his family remains safe. Joint Chiefs of Staff Director of Operations General Renshaw assigns him duty that enables him to do so. He soon proves to be a prophet as the terrorists are close by and his family is a prime target.----------------- ON TARGET is an exhilarating military romantic suspense thriller that never slows down yet contains a second chance at love and a secondary first chance at love (starring his friend Derek and her friend, Keisha) subplots. Although the O¿Riley pair too often whines over the failure of their marriage, Catherine Mann provides an exciting tale in which terrorism comes home to roost.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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