True Valor (Uncommon Heroes Series #2)

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Heroes get a new meaning when you see inside their lives. Gracie is a Navy Pilot; Bruce works Air Force Pararescue. With dangerous jobs—often away from home—they write love letters. When Gracie is shot down behind enemy lines, Bruce has one mission: get her out alive.

Uncommon Heroes: Welcome to a world where friendships go deep, loyalties stand strong, and uncommon heroes perform the toughest jobs in the world. Dee Henderson's military romance series provides a detailed passage...

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Overview

Heroes get a new meaning when you see inside their lives. Gracie is a Navy Pilot; Bruce works Air Force Pararescue. With dangerous jobs—often away from home—they write love letters. When Gracie is shot down behind enemy lines, Bruce has one mission: get her out alive.

Uncommon Heroes: Welcome to a world where friendships go deep, loyalties stand strong, and uncommon heroes perform the toughest jobs in the world. Dee Henderson's military romance series provides a detailed passage into the world of the military and homeland heroes, and those they love. Tyndale House Publishers

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If timing is everything, Henderson has it in spades as she launches the second novel in her inspirational suspense/romance series Uncommon Heroes, spotlighting military maneuvers in the Middle East. Navy Lt. Grace "Gracie" Yates is a tough, blue-eyed brunette who has a passion for flying harrowing missions. She's on the radar screen of Air Force Maj. Bruce "Striker" Stanton, who is looking for a long-term relationship despite his and Gracie's military careers, which separate them for long stretches. Henderson avoids mushy romantic cliches almost to a fault her characters are chaste, even by conservative standards, and Bruce and Gracie's first kiss is as lukewarm as old dishwater. But fresh touches of humor mixed with hair-raising rescue scenes keep readers involved, and there's enough Scripture and God talk to please the CBA market. The characterizations are wonderfully done, right down to Bruce's elderly hound dog, Emily, although overlong stretches of dialogue dilute the quality of some of the writing. The pace is often mired in incomprehensible military jargon ("She'd been given vectors to a KC-135 tanker on angels 12 as a backup, but there wasn't a bright billboard to tell her where it was in its pattern"), but readers can bail themselves out by using the glossary provided, which will be well-thumbed by the final page. Henderson's military themes and her strong, career-minded female characters are fairly original for the CBA market, and this latest installment should help build steam for the series. (Feb.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781414310633
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/18/2005
  • Series: Uncommon Heroes Series , #2
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 129,193
  • Product dimensions: 5.14 (w) x 8.22 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Dee Henderson is the bestselling author of the Uncommon Heroes series and the O'Malley series of romantic suspense novels. She is the daughter of a minister and has a special interest in church planting. Henderson lives in Illinois.
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TRUE VALOR


By DEE HENDERSON

Multnomah Publishers

Copyright © 2002 Dee Henderson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1576738876


Chapter One

March 4 Norfolk, Virginia

He stood out in his flannel shirt and jeans, but so far none of the sailors had made the mistake of assuming he was a civilian. Air Force Major Bruce "Striker" Stanton warily watched them continue to arrive and crowd into his sister's backyard, and he wondered how many sailors Jill had invited from the aircraft carrier USS George Washington to come to the predeployment party. It would be like her to invite them all so as not to leave anyone out. All five thousand plus of them.

He felt like he had invaded enemy country. The sailors, the average age of which was twenty-one, looked like children. They got younger every year. And those for whom this was their first six-month sea tour tended to travel together in clusters like penguins. A few of his friends cut from Air Force cloth were here but had long ago been swallowed up in the sea of white.

Striker maneuvered through guests to the chair he had staked out on the patio, doing his best to ignore the stab of pain from his right knee at every step. His dog was curled up asleep under the chair. Bruce used his left foot to push the dog's tail farther under the chair to protect it from being stepped on. A party, food, and many willing hands to offer treats, and what did his dog do? Sleep. He had yet tofigure out this yellow Labrador he had acquired two months ago from the pound.

Bruce nodded a greeting to one of the Navy SEALs he knew as he settled into the chair and prepared to stay put for a while. Sprinkled in the mix among the young sailors there were a few grown-ups. The ship's officers, SEALs, and naval aviators stood out by the self-assured way they staked out their space.

As far as parties went this one was living up to past history. The soda was cold to the point ice crystals formed when he opened the can, while the hot dogs were burnt because his sister had insisted on working the grill. People came for the tradition of it, not for the food.

He'd driven up from Pensacola, Florida, where he was based, to Norfolk, center of gravity for military operations in the state with nine military bases for Air Force, Navy, and Marines clustered within the Hampton Roads area. He'd come for the weekend because his sister had invited him. He had news to share that was best done in person. And he'd come to see Grace.

He didn't have to search to find her; he'd kept track of her in his peripheral vision throughout the afternoon, anchoring her as part of his frame of reference. Grace stood out in red. The sweater over jeans was a simple bold splash of color in a sea of white. His sister's best friend, the cohost of this party, had been in his sights for years. Jill had introduced them. Lieutenant Grace Yates was one of the self-assured naval aviators. She was going to spend the next six months hurling off the deck of the USS George Washington in an F/A-18 Hornet.

He watched her mingle and chat with the other squadron pilots; she'd long ago been accepted into their exclusive ranks. Ever since the combat exclusion rules had eased in 1993 to allow women to fill combat flight roles, she'd been showing she had the right stuff. Not flashy, not pushy, just one of the best pilots he'd ever met. She exemplified grace under pressure.

He admired what she'd done and how she'd accomplished it. She loved to fly and she turned that passion into a single-minded focus to be the best. She'd picked up Gracie as her call sign. She rarely commented on the ground she broke in her profession but she'd done so about the handle. Grace thought it was too soft a call sign. Bruce thought it summed her up in one word. It suited her.

Grace was the deep waters while Jill was the clear shallows. Grace rarely talked about herself. How many layers were there to the mystery that made her who she was? He was determined to find out. He was on a mission. Grace was the objective. And his profession had taught him well the value of good reconnaissance. He had known her for years, but only in the last few months had he decided to do that digging.

He liked what he had found. She was loyal to her friends, was close to her family. She sang with her church choir, rather badly he thought. She liked vanilla ice cream, scary movies, skiing, and anything related to flying. Competitive in sports, tall, slender, fast on her feet, she had the arm and wrist strength to play a tennis game that decimated opponents. She'd broken her arm skydiving, had crashed her car at age seventeen and had to be talked into driving again, and never had more than a goldfish as a pet. There was a tightness to her mouth when she was mad and a smile that came easy around friends. He'd enjoyed the reconnaissance.

She'd dated Ben Grossel for many years. Bruce had met Ben a couple times and he'd found the former Navy pilot turned astronaut an exceptionally nice guy. Ben had been killed in a car accident two years ago while Grace was on her second sea tour. Bruce suspected that had rocked her life pretty hard although she had never said much.

A young boy in a blue sweatshirt slammed into the back of Grace's knees, enveloping her in hug. She turned with a laugh to rescue him and haul him up to perch on her hip. She was often being tailed by her own fan club at parties such as this one. She'd started a kids' flying club last year with some help from his sister and had become a bit of a hero to the kids. She had the rare touch of not only being a good pilot but also a good teacher.

His dog moved and Bruce reached under the chair to ruffle the dog's ears. Today was going to be his last chance to see Grace for six months. He was a patient man. This gathering was scheduled to go until seven. His plan was simple, and he needed to accomplish only one thing with her today. He had the luxury to choose the right moment.

"Have you told Jill the news?"

Bruce looked over at the Navy SEAL trying to relax beside him in a patio chair too small for his frame. Life itself often seemed too small for Grace's cousin, Tom "Wolf" Yates. They were rivals and competitors in the best Air Force versus Navy tradition. The women in their lives had been best friends for years, and on that common ground they had long ago forged an amicable friendship. "Coward that I am, I was hoping you would mention it first."

Wolf grimaced. "We're a sorry lot."

"Have you heard how long you're going to be gone?"

"Twelve weeks. You?"

"Sixteen."

Silence stretched as the implications set in. They were both going to miss Jilly's birthday on May 19. And not just any birthday-her thirtieth birthday. Bruce watched his sister turn hamburgers on the grill and laugh with the sailor keeping her company. The young man stood at relaxed attention, hands behind his back, being friendly in a very polite way. He wasn't a fool. Jill was dating Wolf. It was dangerous territory to tread on.

"We need to do something special." Bruce had planned to arrange another weekend like this one, come up and take Jill out for dinner, probably buy her a nice necklace since she loved jewelry. Rushing to do that before he deployed would just not be the same. Jill would be having her birthday without family, without her best friend Grace, without her boyfriend Wolf. She was getting a raw deal.

"I got her that inlaid jewelry box she fell in love with, but I'm doomed before I even wrap it. She's going to feel like the gift is compensation."

"She'll cry," Bruce predicted, knowing his sister. She'd cry, get over the disappointment, then put on a smile to tell them goodbye. But the initial news would hurt. Big days mattered, and through the years she'd been asked to spend so many of them alone.

Jill had a love-hate relationship with dating someone who put her third in his life behind God and the Navy. Bruce understood where she was coming from. It was one thing to pay that price of separation when you held up your hand and volunteered to take the oath of service; it was another when you had no choice but to accept it.

"To top it off, I'll probably be somewhere that doesn't have a phone."

"She likes you too much to dump you over this."

Wolf growled at him for suggesting it. Bruce laughed and wondered not for the first time how he'd handle having Wolf for a brother-in-law. Wolf was good for his sister. He was a solid man with a strong faith who didn't get troubled by events; he simply solved the problem. Like most SEALs he was addicted to adrenaline rushes and was intensely competitive. But he also had a maturity well beyond his years, and Bruce knew the man's heart. He could trust the man to be gentle with his sister. Jill was high energy and laughter, a lady who loved making sure people had a great time and who would go the second and third miles to help a friend.

He hoped it worked out for the two of them. Jill dated Wolf because she admired him and what he did; she just hadn't escaped the hurt that went back to childhood with their dad always putting the Air Force before family.

It was hard being a big brother. It wasn't until their parents died three years ago that he realized it had been four months since he'd last seen his sister, and a month since he had talked with her. He'd been ashamed of that. He wasn't going to miss events in Jill's life unless it was truly unavoidable. His focus had changed, but this deployment was coming at a vulnerable time. He wished he had another six months stateside before he had to do another TDY.

Her birthday party would be disrupted, her vacation plans forced to change as she had been planning to come down to see the house he was remodeling. And he'd have to reschedule the date he could come up and help her fix up the new offices she was in the process of leasing. Lord, how do I tell her? He wished he had the right words. She didn't adjust too well to the long absences. And Bruce knew part of that was his fault for how he'd handled the past ones.

She'd be busy while he was gone. Her business was thriving-Stateside Support, Inc. had over a hundred clients. While the sailors were deployed overseas defending U.S. interests, Jill would be doing everything that needed to be done back on the home front from watering plants and caring for pets to paying bills and supervising yard work. Those lucky enough to be a Stateside, Inc. client got gold-plated care. Grace and Wolf were both clients. He'd be one just as soon as his sister opened an office in Pensacola.

Bruce could send Jill roses for her birthday, tickets to a concert, something he could arrange before he left. For Jill, being remembered on the correct date mattered as much as the gift. The options were depressing. He needed to have the day with Jill as much as she did.

Bruce jolted as a hand slid across the top of his right shoulder. Grace moved past him and leaned over the back of Wolf 's chair. "We need more ice."

Tom tipped his head back to look up at her. "I brought four bags."

She smiled down at him. "Cougar wants to make homemade ice cream. He's found the hand turn freezer and the rock salt, and he's got some concoction on the stove. Go corral your partner before he gets in over his head."

"Yes, ma'am."

Wolf got to his feet and towered above her. They were cousins but closer than most.

Gracie handed him her empty glass. "And Jill is getting lonely."

"Is she?"

"Shoo."

"You want your favorite chair back."

"And you normally catch on faster. My feet are killing me. We've got too many friends."

Wolf laughed. "I'll bring you some ice cream if it turns out to be edible."

"Appreciate it." Grace settled with a comfortable sigh in the chair Wolf had vacated. "I'm glad you could make it, Bruce."

An odd tension settled in his gut to replace the relaxation of moments before. Early thirties, brunette, a smile that flirted with the camera, and blue eyes that were alive-she was a photogenic dream. He'd borrowed one of Wolf's wallet pictures months ago. "Good party."

"Enjoying yourself?" She held down her hand and his dog emerged to say hello.

"I always do," he replied truthfully.

"Jill mentioned you had acquired a pet. She's beautiful."

"Timid."

"She's old," Grace corrected, smiling at the animal.

Bruce watched her focus on his dog, her voice softening as she murmured a welcome. It shouldn't be so hard to get to know her. He'd worked around pilots for over a decade. Everything he knew about her suggested he was talking with the person likely to become the first female squadron commander. The problem was basic-just under that smile and friendly welcome was an impenetrable wall guarding her thoughts. What went on behind those blue eyes? Was she content with her life? Lonely? Having a good year? A hard one? She tended to deflect questions and it suggested a deep reservoir inside. Finding answers was a challenge, but he liked a challenge.

"So where are you going?" she asked as she scanned the crowd.

She'd kept her ear to the ground, or else she cornered his partner Rich who was wandering around this party somewhere. "Turkey." Operation Northern Watch over northern Iraq had its headquarters at Incirlik Air Base, Turkey, and the no-fly zone had been a low-grade constant conflict for years. The Twenty-third Special Tactics Squadron would be replacing PJs who were stationed there for the last three months.

She turned to give him her full attention. "The GW is heading to the Med for part of this deployment."

"I know." The USS George Washington would be handling some of Operation Northern Watch's flight assignments. "I'll be playing catch on the ground if you get in trouble," he teased her. He had been pulling pilots and Special Forces soldiers from behind enemy lines for twelve years. If she got in trouble, his unit would be the one getting the call.

"It's interesting flying, but please," she teased back, "antiaircraft artillery and surface-to-air missiles? I can fly my way through that clutter in my sleep. I'm more curious about what Wolf will be doing over there."

There were only 313 PJs and a few thousand SEALs on active duty. They trained in similar ways: to fight behind enemy lines, to be experts in night insertions by air or water, to be the best at unconventional warfare. But in roles they were very different. The SEALs went out to accomplish their mission at all costs, were often sent into situations where military muscle had to be exercised just short of war. The PJs deployed for only one mission: rescue. Bruce knew his friend. Wolf would downplay the assignment, but a rotation to Turkey meant the SEALs would probably be doing some work inside Iraq.

"Getting into trouble," he predicted.

"I think he was just born to do difficult things," she agreed. "I saw you on the news." The lightness in her voice had turned to subtle concern.

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Excerpted from TRUE VALOR by DEE HENDERSON Copyright © 2002 by Dee Henderson
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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