Taking Fire

Taking Fire

by Lindsay McKenna

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Overview

She dances on the edge of life…and death

Not all are meant to walk in the light. Marine Corps Sergeant Khat Shinwari lives among the shadows of the rocky Afghani hills, a Shadow Warrior by name and by nature. She works alone, undercover and undetected—until a small team of US Navy SEALs are set upon by the Taliban…and Khat is forced to disobey orders to save their lives.

To go rogue.

Now, hidden deep in the hills with injured SEAL Michael Tarik in her care, Khat learns that he's more than just a sailor. In him, she sees something of herself and of what she could be. Now duty faces off against the raw, overwhelming attraction she has for Mike. And she must decide between the safety of the shadows…and risking everything by stepping into the light.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780373785056
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 02/24/2015
Edition description: Original
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 489,656
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

A U.S. Navy veteran, she was a meteorologist while serving her country. She pioneered the military romance in 1993 with Captive of Fate, Silhouette Special edition. Her heart and focus is on honoring and showing our military men and women. Creator of the Wyoming Series and Shadow Warriors series for HQN, she writes emotionally and romantically intense suspense stories. Visit her online at www.LindsayMcKenna.com.

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The SEAL team below, where Marine Corps Sergeant Khatereh Shinwari hid in her sniper hide, was in danger. The June sun was almost setting in the Hindu Kush mountains of Afghanistan. Khat made a slow, sweeping turn to the right with her .300 Win Mag rifle along the rocky scree slope. She spotted fifteen Taliban waiting behind boulders to jump the four-man SEAL team climbing up the nine-thousand-foot slope.

Lips thinning, Khat watched the inevitable. She knew the team was looking for Sattar Khogani, the Hill tribe chieftain who was wreaking hell on earth to the Shinwari tribe. Her tribe. Her blood.

Pulling the satellite phone toward her, she punched in some numbers, waiting for her SEAL handler, Commander Jim Hutton, from J-bad, Jalalabad, to answer.

"Dover Actual."

"Archangel Actual." Khat spoke quietly, apprising Hutton of the escalating situation. She shot the GPS, giving the coordinates of where the SEALs were located and where the Taliban waited to ambush them. She asked if Apache helos were available.

No.

An A-10 Warthog slumming in the area?

No.

A C-130 ghost ship?

No.

A damned B-52 on racetrack?

No. All flight assets were tied up with a major engagement to the east, near J-bad.

"What the hell can you give me, Dover?"

Khat was only a Marine Corps staff sergeant, and her handler, a navy commander, but she didn't give a damn at this point. Four good men were going to die on that scree slope really soon.

"No joy," Hutton ground back.

"You're going to lose four SEALs," she snapped back in a whisper, watching through her Nightforce scope. "Do you want another Operation Redwings?"

She knew that would sting him. Four brave SEALs had walked into a Taliban trap of two hundred. They were completely outmatched and without any type of support because their radio failed, and they couldn't call for backup help.

It had been one of the major reasons she'd gotten into her black ops activity and become involved. Khat didn't want any more fine men murdered because a drone wasn't available, or a satellite, or a friggin' Apache combat helicopter.

More men had died that night when a hastily assembled QRF, Quick Reaction Force, was finally strung together out of J-bad. The MH-47 Chinook had taken an RPG, rocket-propelled grenade, into it, and it had crashed, killing all sixteen on board. More lives were wasted. She had cried for days after it happened, unable to imagine the tragedy inflicted upon the families involved. None of their husbands, brothers or fathers were coming home.

It can't happen again. She wouldn't allow it. Khat knew without a sat phone, radio calls into this area were DOA, dead on arrival. The radio call would never be heard. She wasn't sure the leader of the patrol had one on him.

"There are no assets available."

"You said this team is out of Camp Bravo?"

"Affirmative. I'm initiating a QRF from Bagram. But it will take an hour for them to arrive on scene."

"What about a QRF from Camp Bravo?" Khat wanted to scream at this guy to get off his ass and get involved. Sometimes she wondered why they'd given her Hutton. He was a very conservative black ops handler. She wished she still had Commander Timothy Skelling, but he'd just rotated Stateside. Hutton reminded her of a slug; as if he didn't know what to do quickly, when pressed.

"I'm calling them, too. They can be on scene, providing they aren't already engaged elsewhere, in thirty minutes."

"Roger," she said, her voice hardening. "Get a call patched through to that platoon and warn them." Like fucking yesterday. She felt her rage rising. It always did in situations like this. She didn't want to lose Americans.

"I've sent a call over to Chief Mac McCutcheon of Delta Platoon."

"I'm waiting five minutes," Khat growled. "If I don't see that team stop and hunker down for an incoming call from Bravo, I'm engaging. The least I can do is warn off the SEALs, and they'll take appropriate action."

Shifting her scope, she saw more of Khogani's men sneaking up on the other side of the ridge. There had to be twenty of the enemy in all. Smaller boys with the Taliban group held the reins of the horses far below the slope. Sweat ran down her temples, the heat at this time of day unbearable.

"Archangel, you are not authorized to engage. Repeat. Do not engage. Your duty is to observe only.

Over."

She cursed Hutton in her mind. "Roger, Dover Actual. Out." She hated Hutton's heavy, snarling voice. All they did was spar with one another. To hell with him.

Khat wasn't about to take on thirty or so Taliban with one sniper rifle. But she could fire some shots before the muzzle fire from her rifle was seen by the Taliban. They would be fourteen-hundred-yard shots, and she set up to take out at least two or three of the hidden tangos. A .300 Win Mag didn't have a muzzle suppressor. Khat knew she could become instant toast when the sharp-eyed enemy spotted her location.

In the back of her mind as she checked elevation and windage, she knew Hutton would get a QRF up and pronto, if one was available. A quick reaction force would be needed because she knew Khogani's men would attack these four SEALs. Camp Bravo, a forward operating base, sat about thirty miles from the Af-Pak border, near where she was presently operating.

She knew SEALs carried the fight to the enemy, but sometimes it was wiser to back off and wait another day. Frustration thrummed through Khat.

Settling the rifle butt deeply into her right shoulder, her cheek pressed hard against the fiberglass stock, she placed one of the Taliban in the crosshairs. They were in a rocky stronghold waiting to spring the trap on the unsuspecting SEALs. Khat wished she could contact the team directly. She didn't have their radio code because it changed daily. And that's what she'd have to have in order to call that lead SEAL and warn him of the impending ambush.

The SEAL patrol members were all carrying heavily packed rucks and wearing Kevlar vests and helmets, which meant they were going to engage in a direct-action mission. Usually, she saw some patrols with SEALs wearing black baseball caps, or field hats, their radio mics near their mouths and carrying light kits, making swift progress toward some objective in the night.

Not this patrol. These guys were armed to the teeth. The lead SEAL's H-gear, a harness that held fifteen pockets worn around the man's chest and waist, held a maximum load of mags, magazines, of M-4 rifle ammo where he could easily reach it. These guys knew they were going into a firefight. But in broad daylight? Who authorized that kind of crazy mission? SEALs worked in the dark of night to avoid being seen by the enemy. It was rare they would be out on a daylight mission. What a FUBAR. Whoever put this op together was crazy.

Taking a deep breath, prone on her belly, she was glad she had on a Kevlar vest so she wouldn't have small stones biting deeply into the front of her chest. She had a 24X magnification on her Nightforce scope and could clearly see in the late-afternoon sunlight the man she'd chosen to kill. Glancing at her watch, she had two minutes before those five minutes were up. Hutton had better damn well have gotten his SEAL ass in gear.

The sun's slant was changing. Khat patiently watched her target. Every once in a while, she'd twist her head, glancing toward the SEALs slowly making their way up the steep slope. They blended in, but the Taliban had sharp eyes like her.

Two minutes.

Nothing from Hutton.

Nostrils flaring, Khat settled the scope on the nearest man holding an RPG casually over his shoulder. There were seven tangos in total who had RPGs. That was more than enough to kill these four SEALs. And they were a hundred feet of being in range of them. Slowing her breathing, she sighted, her finger brushing the two-pound trigger. Exhaling, she allowed her lungs to empty naturally. There was a one-second beat between inhale and exhale. The snipers referred to it as the still-point. And that is when she took the shot.

The booming sound of the .300 blasted through the silence. The jerk of the rifle rippled through her entire body. Khat instantly shot again. And a third time. She released the spent mag and slapped in another with the butt of her palm. All the Taliban targets went down. Jerking her rifle around, scope on the SEALs, she saw them instantly flatten out against the rocks. They were looking in her direction! Damn it!

She didn't have to wait long. RPGs launched, even if out of range, toward the SEALs. Khat swung the scope toward the Taliban. A number of them were angrily pointing her way. Yeah, they had her location. But she was fourteen hundred yards out of range, and those SEALs were four hundred yards from the enemy. Were they going to send tangos after her or not? Her heart started a slow beat as she scoped the enemy.

There was confusion among their ranks. They were yelling at each other.

And then her blood iced. There was Sattar Kho-gani, the young punk of twenty-four years who'd just taken over his father's leadership as chief of the Hill Tribe. His father, Mustafa, had recently been killed by a SEAL sniper. She'd celebrated. Sattar was in the center of his commanders, too short to take a shot at.

There were a lot of arms and hands waving, and she could see his lieutenants yelling and pointing at the SEALs and some pointing in her direction. Who to go after? She was counting on that confusion among the enemy.

Smiling grimly, Khat settled down again, muzzle and sights on the Taliban. She heard the throaty answer of the SEALs M-4 rifles as they engaged, firing off careful shots at the Taliban hidden behind the walled, rocky fort.

Not waiting, she began to fire into the crowd of Taliban officers, picking them off. Her shoulder felt bruised after firing nine rounds, the buck of the Win Mag terrific. Below her, her hearing keyed on the SEALs, they continued to return fire, spread out in a diamond formation on the scree to protect their flanks.

The Taliban suddenly surged out of the fort, waving their AK-47s, firing wildly at the SEALs. The RPGs were launched.

Khat swung her rifle, sighting on the closest man, taking him out before he could lob an RPG into the SEAL team. Damn! There were too many for her to stop! Cursing softly, she heard the RPGs explode. The pressure waves reached her, but she was spared, hunkered down a hair beneath the ridgeline.

Khat couldn't look to see how the SEALs were doing. She was taking out the enemy systematically, one at a time. There were more than thirty of the enemy and it seemed more and more arrived, and they started realizing they were caught in a deadly crossfire.

Khat pulled out two more mags of three bullets each. She released the spent mag and slapped in the full mag, settling in, swiftly looking through her sites. She saw one man shoulder the RPG. She shot before he did. Sweat was rolling down her face, burning into her eyes, making her blink, her vision blurring momentarily. With a hiss, she remained focused, continuing to pick them off.

The Taliban grudgingly retreated.

Khat waited, taking a deep breath, watching them through the scope. Lifting her head, she checked down the slope at the SEALs. They were quickly retreating in diamond formation. Smart guys. Get the hell outta Dodge because you are way outnumbered, guys…

Wiping her face with the back of her cammie sleeve, she quickly focused on the stone fort. More hand waving and shouting among the Taliban officers. The group had just lost half its men. More fists waved angrily in the air.

Sattar was still surrounded, and she couldn't draw a bead on him. Damn. She'd really like to take out the little bastard. Partial payment for what his sick monster father had done to so many innocent young boys and girls over his one-year reign as chief. He'd turned into a sex slave trader, and had so many young Afghan children kidnapped and sold across the border in Pakistan. She hated Mustafa, and she was sure his son was going to pick up where his sick sexual-predator father left off.

Mike Tarik ordered his men to retreat. He'd made calls to Camp Bravo, finding out the QRF was out on another run in the opposite direction from where they were located. There were no flight assets available. Worse, no drone or satellite was available over their area to understand the field of battle.

They were essentially blind in the fog of war, and engaging a much larger force than was anticipated. And they were caught out in the open on the scree with no place to hide.

Breathing hard, he kept watch over the other three men that he had responsibility for. Their comms man, Ernie, couldn't raise shit in this dead zone. The sat phone he had in his ruck had taken a bullet earlier. They were in a bad situation. The only thing they could do with the sun setting was retreat and then melt into the landscape of darkness and wait for pickup sometime later. They had to get off this scree ASAP.

Tarik heard a scream. Then more screams. He was playing rear guard to his men, higher on the slope than they were. Lifting his M-4, he saw at least fifteen Taliban charging them. Fuck!

He moved backward, slipped and fell among the rocks. Rolling, he managed to hang on to his rifle that was clipped to a harness across his shoulder and chest. He stopped his slide at the edge of the ridge, a hundred-foot drop into a wadi, or ravine, below.

Sighting, he began to slow fire, choosing his targets, remaining crouched. Again, he heard the booming sound of a Win Mag far above him. Who the hell was that? He wasn't aware of any SEAL sniper assets in the area. Who, then? Whoever was firing was helping his team out a helluva lot. The sniper was giving them a chance to retreat.

Tarik heard the dreaded hollow thunk of an RPG being fired. He jerked a look up and saw the damn thing sailing lazily through the air—right at him. Cursing, he dived to the ground, the rocks biting and bruising him. He automatically put his hands behind his head, buried his face in the rocks, opened his mouth and waited. If he didn't open his mouth, the blast pressure waves would make Jell-O out of his lungs, the air in his chest not equalizing with the air surrounding him.

The blast went off. The last thing he remembered was flying through the air.

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Taking Fire 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
MissLML More than 1 year ago
TAKING FIRE is the next episode in Lindsay McKenna’s remarkably captivting Shadow Warriors series. The vivid action keeps you totally engaged. We meet US Marine Corp Sergeant Khatereh (Khat) Shinwari, a highly trained sniper and paramedic, along with Navy SEAL Michael (Mike) Tarik. Both come from multi-national backgrounds. Her Afghan father married an American and his Saudi Arabian father is married to an American. This type of familial up brining right away creates a solid bond, understanding and connection between them. Khat was captured and tortured by the current Taliban Hill Chief Sattar Khogani. From all that she endured and suffered she’s left with deep physical as well as emotional scars. Her ability to trust is badly broken. She’s been living on the edge far too long teetering between needing to take lives instead of actually living. At the very beginning Khat recues and tends to an injured Mike. He immediately sees her as a fierce red-haired, green-eyed warrior with Afghan bloodlines and an enormous heart. To him, she is NOT “damaged goods” but beautiful both inside and out. Mike loves her and strives in countless ways to earn her trust and love. For five years Khat has been a successful participant in General Maya Stevenson’s top secret, highly classified female Shadow Warriors Operation. Her courageous companion, Mina, an amazing black Arabian mare, has saved her life numerous times by being devoted and never shying away from a firefight. Animals sense a person’s heart hence as a team they acted as one. When duty calls again Khat faces difficult and heart wrenching choices – continue fighting, protecting her family in the Hindu Kush mountains while being marked as a “Dead Woman Walking” or follow her heart and the man she’s come to love. SEALs like Mike are ingenious and know how to think and operate outside the box. He will do whatever it takes to prove that love heals and conquers all. TOGETHER they deserve the chance at a future with a long and full life.
grandmareads102 More than 1 year ago
This review is from: Taking Fire (Kindle Edition) Marine Corps Sergeant Khat Shinwari has endured torture by the Taliban. Then her father turns his back on her and disowns her. To escape she goes back into the war zone and continues her black ops duties. Can she escape her pain by constantly risking her life? On a sniper mission, she saves a Seal Platoon from ambush. She takes a chance and rescues Mike Tarik who was injured in the attack. The relationship between Khat and Mike touched my heart. The characters are so beautifully written. Their journey to love brought me to tears. The pain in Khat's heart made her vulnerable. She connects with her father's family where her Aunt gives her love and acceptance. The setting brings home the current military situation and highlights women in the military. As always Lindsay McKenna wrote a compelling and emotional story that drew me in from the first page. She is a must buy author for me. Khat broke my heart. Mike was a powerful hero. I fell in love with him when he told Khat that her scars "are medals showing your bravery". Taking Fire is wonderful and fulfilling story.
Rhodes123 More than 1 year ago
Khat Shinwari, Marine Corps Sniper, lives mostly in caves in the Afghanistan rocky hills. She is looking to put a stop to the group of Taliban men terrorizing her family's villages. Khat lives and works alone, just the way she likes it, until she saves a team of US Navy SEALs that are ambushed by the Taliban and then Khat is forced to disobey orders to save their lives. Michael Tarik, US Navy SEAL, is injured by the ambush and taken to one of Khat's cave. Upon waking he thinks he has gone to heaven and is seeing an angel. Khat nurses Mike back to health and he swears he will find her and she will be his. Khat knows there is a bond there but she lives on the edge of death and believes no man will ever want her because of her scars she received while being tortured. Mike forces Khat to see something of herself and what life can be like with him. Duty, forces the two work together side by side in these Afghan hills and so they must decide between going back to stateside together or to let the shadows and darkness claim them....
PureJonel More than 1 year ago
McKenna takes readers deep into her intensely action packed novel right from the very first sentence.  I appreciate the way that McKenna uses slang and acronyms, yet also defines them.  She keeps up the fast paced, in your face, reality of the situation while at the same time allowing readers full access to the subject matter at hand.  Not only is this novel action intensive and suspenseful at times, it is also emotionally poignant.  You can feel it pouring forth from the pages.  The story is so lifelike that you will be on edge rooting for the characters.   Khat is a mix of contradictions laid bare for the reader to see.  She’s a fighter yet completely vulnerable.  Broken, yet has a strength most of us will never experience.  Mike, being the overprotective alpha type that he is in in direct contradiction with, yet fully needed by, her.  Combined with their intense chemistry you have a couple that will definitely catch your attention.  And even with the characters, it’s the small details that count, or rather in this case, one big one.  The ending with Mina was perfect, she made it home as well.   This vividly lifelike take will have you hooked.  It was a fantastic romantic suspense that takes the ‘military romance’ sub-genre to a whole new level. Please note that I received a complimentary copy of this work in exchange for an honest review.
sharon1JT More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book, but they’re starting to sound the same, just with different main players. I hope the author comes up with something different soon.
My_Peace More than 1 year ago
In Taking Fire (Shadow Warriors #7) by Lindsay McKenna, Marine Sergeant Khat is a black ops warrior deep in the mountains of Afghanistan.  Few know she's even there.  Khat has her own reasons for doing what she does, and she is determined, brave and strong. When Khat spots a small team of SEALs unknowingly headed straight for a Taliban ambush, she gets involved.  Despite her handler's orders not to give away her position, she must take matters into her own hands to save them.  Three of the SEALs manage to get to safety, but Mike is separated from them, injured and unconscious.  Khat, who has a variety of skills important to what she is doing, rescues him, taking him into the cave she is hiding in. Mike's awakening in the cave is a touch of humor in the seriousness of Taking Fire, and he is mesmerized by Khat.  Scarred mentally and physically from what she has endured in the past, Mike sees beyond all that from the beginning.  As he heals enough to be transported back to base, Khat takes care of him and the two of them feel, but don't act, on their attraction to one another.  Khat is focused on her mission, and she doesn't believe any man will want her anyway due to her past.  There is one man who does though...and when Mike Tarik gets back to FOB Bravo,  he can't get her out of his mind. When things start to change up for Khat and she sees more of Mike, she is torn between what she wants, what she feels like she deserves, and her mission.  Mike knows he wants to be with Khat...and he's doing what he can to make that happen.  They are both fighting for other people, but will they fight for each other?  Or is the burden of what's happened in the past too heavy for Khat to get rid of and take the chance on change and Mike? Taking Fire is fast paced, was easy to follow and easy to stay involved in.  Mike and Khat are great main characters who complement each other even when they don't realize it.  Khat is truly amazing, especially after all she has been through.  She is so focused on doing right for others though that she has lost sight of her own self care.  Mike sees this and does what he can in a subtle way to help her, but he doesn't try to strong arm her into doing anything.  I liked how he was with her, his understanding even though he was concerned.  He wants more with Khat, and he awakens desires within her.  Even as the thought of trying to have more with Mike, scares her.  They have fallen hard and fast for each other, but Khat is much more cautious.  I liked how they tried to work through this, even when Khat just wanted to run away.  The attraction and feelings between Khat and Mike happen fast, but they have so many things in common it is completely believable. The setting for Taking Fire is all Afghanistan, and Lindsay gives great insight into military life in a plot that is powerful and very meaningful in today's world.  Lindsay very obviously knows her subject, and this is well portrayed throughout Taking Fire from the romance to the battles they must face in the war torn country.  I love how Lindsay writes.  Her characters spring to life because of the believability she builds in them and the plot.   Lindsay explores cultural differences and what they mean, as well as taking us into the lives of some Afghani’s, which adds a lot of dimension to Taking Fire.  The characters in Taking Fire have enough inner conflict to set them apart from other characters in this series, and Taking Fire can be read as a stand alone although I recommend the whole series.  The title of the whole series (Shadow Warriors) is so appropriate, especially for Khat and Mike's story. Written in dual POV's to take us deep into the characters minds, Taking Fire is a military romantic suspense and I'd recommend it to any romantic suspense reader.
BooksAndSpoons More than 1 year ago
A military story where duty, culture and customs tangle with love for your soul-mate and priorities of life. When Khat saves Mike's life, they come instantly connected. The attraction is fierce, the connection is more than physical, they feel like they are meant to be together. And Mike is willing to do anything to make that work. Khat has been years in combat, in special black ops mission, without a break, and it has started to affect her, and her health. Mike, as well all the other SEALs sees this, and are doing what they can, to help this stubborn beauty out there in the mountains alone against the Taliban. The way the story unfolds, it's almost poetic in nature. The Saudi background of Mike, and Afghan heritage of Khat, gives them insight and depth, and understanding towards each others culture. The pull of tradition, customs, and the culture where Khat has lived the past years, is strong. She is broken, but can't seem to see the big picture, she is so focused on her mission. The battle with PTSD is constant, even though she doesn't seem to realize it. What Khat and Mike have is real, rare, and fragile. Their feelings for each other is almost feverish in nature, and together they are explosive like fireworks. There's a lot Khat has to change and give up, to make out of the life she has created to herself in the deep black ops. They get to know each other slowly, as the story unfolds. The constant threat of the Taliban is present, there's no place where they feel safe and secure from that. Mike knows the challenges their relationship will face, and is willing to be patient, work through the things together, and wait for Khat to be ready. The story is beautiful, and flows like a poem. But I was disappointed that the story doesn't end here, a novella is to come in a week or so, to finish the story for Khat and Mike. So the story ends with happy for now ~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side http://booksandspoons.weebly.com/book-blog
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im flippin locked out!!!!!
Remy0070 More than 1 year ago
The Shadow Warriors series gets better and better with this latest addition Taking Fire. The story grabs you from Chapter One and releases you at the end. Ms. McKenna has shown us with this story everything from humor to love to anger We first meet Marine Corps Sergeant Shinwari deep in the Afghan mountains watching an ambush develop and the adrenaline never really stops. Khat is a determined young lady that hides in the shadows to protect her family and village. Enter Mike Tarik an injured Navy Seal that Khat saves. The attraction is instant and reciprocated but the duty that Khat feels for her people will not let her fully open up to Mike. Add in some Taliban and very intense situations and you have the recipe for a very enjoyable story and an extremely fast read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
(Ember, you are aware that that tribe actually just merged with with another tribe and is now located at 'aesop', and a new tribe is rping there that was not the original. It was called the Bravehearts Tribe, but the tribe living there now is nameless. Confusing, right?)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She wachedin awe as she saw the fethery dragon (drgons have scales soo..)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She flew in.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Z is locked out
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ok fine this is some dude from AC that followed you but its not Rayne!!! I wanted you but nah!!! Bye!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awkward