A 2016 RITA Finalist for Romantic Suspense!
Book 1 in M.L. Buchman's thrilling NEW Delta Force series
Delta Force: The most dangerous elite counter-terrorism force on the planet
• The deadliest shooters •
• The most out-of-the-box thinkers in any military •
• Will die to get the mission done •
Sergeant Kyle Reeves: The premier soldier of the new recruits
Sergeant Carla Anderson: The first woman of Delta Force
If the training doesn't kill them, their passion may-but Kyle Reeves and Carla Anderson blast right in. Show no fear. Have no fear. Then they get the call. The most powerful drug-smuggling ring in Venezuela needs a takedown, and Delta's newest team leaps into the deep jungle to deliver. Giving their all? Not a problem. Giving their hearts? That takes a new level of courage.
Praise for The Night is Mine:
"Action-packed adventure... it will grab readers from the first page." -RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars
"Absolutely amazing." -Night Owl Reviews, 5 stars, Reviewer Top Pick!
"Takes kick-ass to a whole new level." -Fresh Fiction
"Awesome, intriguing, powerful and seductive." -BookLoons
About the Author
M. L. Buchman has over 35 novels and an ever-expanding flock of short stories in print. His military romantic suspense books have been named Barnes & Noble and NPR "Top 5 of the year," Booklist "Top 10 of the Year," and RT "Top 10 Romantic Suspense of the Year." In addition to romantic suspense, he also writes contemporaries, thrillers, and fantasy and science fiction.
In among his career as a corporate project manager he has: rebuilt and single-handed a fifty-foot sailboat, both flown and jumped out of airplanes, designed and built two houses, and bicycled solo around the world.
He is now a full-time writer, living on the Oregon Coast with his beloved wife. He is constantly amazed at what you can do with a degree in Geophysics. You may keep up with his writing at www.mlbuchman.com.
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Carla Anderson rolled up to the looming storm-fence gate on her brother's midnight-blue Kawasaki Ninja 1000 motorcycle. The pounding of the engine against her sore butt emphasized every mile from Fort Carson in Colorado Springs, Colorado, home of the 4th Infantry and hopefully never again the home of Sergeant Carla Anderson. The bike was all she had left of Clay, other than a folded flag, and she was here to honor that.
If this was the correct "here."
A small guard post stood by the gate into a broad, dusty compound. It looked deserted and she didn't see even a camera.
This was Fort Bragg, North Carolina. She knew that much. Two hundred and fifty square miles of military installation, not counting the addition of the neighboring Pope Army Airfield.
She'd gotten her Airborne parachute training here and had never even known what was hidden in this remote corner. Bragg was exactly the sort of place where a tiny, elite unit of the U.S. military could disappear — in plain sight.
This back corner of the home of the 82nd Airborne was harder to find than it looked. What she could see of the compound through the fence definitely ranked "worst on base."
The setup was totally whacked.
Standing outside the fence at the guard post she could see a large, squat building across the compound. The gray concrete building was incongruously cheerful with bright pink roses along the front walkway — the only landscaping visible anywhere. More recent buildings — in better condition only because they were newer — ranged off to the right. She could breach the old fence in a dozen different places just in the hundred-yard span she could see before it disappeared into a clump of scrub and low trees drooping in the June heat.
There was no way that this could be the headquarters of the top combat unit in any country's military.
Unless this really was their home, in which case the indefensible fence — inde-fence-ible? — was a complete sham designed to fool a sucker. She'd stick with the main gate.
She peeled off her helmet and scrubbed at her long brown hair to get some air back into her scalp. Guys always went gaga over her hair, which was a useful distraction at times. She always wore it as long as her successive commanders allowed. Pushing the limits was one of her personal life policies.
She couldn't help herself. When there was a limit, Carla always had to see just how far it could be nudged. Surprisingly far was usually the answer. Her hair had been at earlobe length in Basic. By the time she joined her first forward combat team, it brushed her jaw. Now it was down on her shoulders. It was actually something of a pain in the ass at this length — another couple inches before it could reliably ponytail — but she did like having the longest hair in the entire unit.
Carla called out a loud "Hello!" at the empty compound shimmering in the heat haze.
Using her boot in case the tall chain-link fence was electrified, she gave it a hard shake, making it rattle loudly in the dead air. Not even any birdsong in the oppressive midday heat.
A rangy man in his late forties or early fifties, his hair half gone to gray, wandered around from behind a small shack as if he just happened to be there by chance. He was dressed like any off-duty soldier: worn khaki pants, a black T-shirt, and scuffed Army boots. He slouched to a stop and tipped his head to study her from behind his Ray-Bans. He needed a haircut and a shave. This was not a soldier out to make a good first impression.
"Don't y'all get hot in that gear?" He nodded to indicate her riding leathers without raking his eyes down her frame, which was both unusual and appreciated.
"Only on warm days," she answered him. It was June in North Carolina. The temperature had crossed ninety hours ago and the air was humid enough to swim in, but complaining never got you anywhere.
"What do you need?"
So much for the pleasantries. "Looking for Delta."
"Never heard of it," the man replied with a negligent shrug. But something about how he did it told her she was in the right place.
"Combat Applications Group?" Delta Force had many names, and they certainly lived to "apply combat" to a situation. No one on the planet did it better.
His next shrug was eloquent.
Delta Lesson Number One: Folks on the inside of the wire didn't call it Delta Force. It was CAG or "The Unit." She got it. Check. Still easier to think of it as Delta though.
She pulled out her orders and held them up. "Received a set of these. Says to show up here today."
"Let me see that."
"Let me through the gate and you can look at it as long as you want."
"Sass!" He made it an accusation.
"Nope. Just don't want them getting damaged or lost maybe by accident." She offered her blandest smile with that.
"They're that important to you, girlie?"
He cracked what might have been the start of a grin, but it didn't get far on that grim face. Then he opened the gate and she idled the bike forward, scuffing her boots through the dust.
From this side she could see that the chain link was wholly intact. There was a five-meter swath of scorched earth inside the fence line. Through the heat haze, she could see both infrared and laser spy eyes down the length of the wire. And those were only the defenses she could see. So ... a very not inde-fence-ible fence. Absolutely the right place.
When she went to hold out the orders, he waved them aside.
"Don't you want to see them?" This had to be the right place. She was the first woman in history to walk through The Unit's gates by order. A part of her wanted the man to acknowledge that. Any man. A Marine Corps marching band wouldn't have been out of order.
She wanted to stand again as she had on that very first day, raising her right hand. "I, Carla Anderson, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution ..."
She shoved that aside. The only man's acknowledgment she'd ever cared about was her big brother's, and he was gone.
The man just turned away and spoke to her over his shoulder as he closed the gate behind her bike. "Go ahead and check in. You're one of the last to arrive. We start in a couple hours" — as if it were a blasted dinner party. "And I already saw those orders when I signed them. Now put them away before someone else sees them and thinks you're still a soldier." He walked away.
She watched the man's retreating back. He'd signed her orders?
That was the notoriously hard-ass Colonel Charlie Brighton?
What the hell was the leader of the U.S. Army's Tier One asset doing manning the gate? Duh ... assessing new applicants.
This place was whacked. Totally!
There were only three Tier One assets in the entire U.S. military. There was Navy's Special Warfare Development Group, DEVGRU, that the public thought was called SEAL Team Six — although it hadn't been named that for thirty years now. There was the Air Force's 24th STS — which pretty much no one on the outside had ever heard of. And there was the 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment — Delta — whose very existence was still denied by the Pentagon despite four decades of operations, several books, and a couple of seriously off-the-mark movies that were still fun to watch because Chuck Norris kicked ass even under the stupidest of circumstances.
Total Tier One women across all three teams? Zero.
About to be? One. Staff Sergeant First Class Carla Anderson.
Where did she need to go to check in? There was no signage. No drill sergeant hovering. No —
Delta Lesson Number Two: You aren't in the Army anymore, sister.
No longer a soldier, as the Colonel had said, at least not while on The Unit's side of the fence. On this side they weren't regular Army; they were "other."
If that meant she had to take care of herself, well, that was a lesson she'd learned long ago. Against stereotype, her well-bred, East Coast white-guy dad was the drunk. Her dirt-poor half Tennessee Cherokee, half Colorado settler mom, who'd passed her dusky skin and dark hair on to her daughter, had been a sober and serious woman. She'd also been a casualty of an Afghanistan dust-bowl IED while serving in the National Guard. Carla's big brother Clay now lay beside Mom in Arlington National Cemetery. Dead from a training accident. Except your average training accident didn't include a posthumous rank bump, a medal, and coming home in a sealed box — reportedly with no face.
Clay had flown helicopters in the Army's 160th SOAR with the famous Majors Beale and Henderson. Well, famous in the world of people who'd flown with the Special Operations Aviation Regiment, or their little sisters who'd begged for stories of them whenever big brothers were home on leave. Otherwise, totally invisible.
Clay had clearly died on a black op that she'd never be told a word of, so she didn't bother asking. Which was okay. He knew the risks, just as Mom had. Just as she herself had when she'd signed up the day of Clay's funeral, four years ago. She'd been on the front lines ever since and so far lived to tell about it.
Carla popped Clay's Ninja — which is how she still thought of it, even after riding it for four years — back into first and rolled it slowly up to the building with the pink roses. As good a place to start as any.
* * *
"Hey, check out this shit!"
Sergeant First Class Kyle Reeves looked out the window of the mess hall at the guy's call. Sergeant Ralph last-name-already-forgotten was 75th Rangers and too damn proud of it.
Though ... damn! Ralphie was onto something.
Kyle would definitely check out this shit.
Babe on a hot bike, looking like she knew how to handle it.
Through the window, he inspected her lean length as she clambered off the machine. Army boots. So call her five-eight, a hundred and thirty, and every part that wasn't amazing curves looked like serious muscle. Hair the color of lush, dark caramel brushed her shoulders but moved like the finest silk, her skin permanently the color of the darkest tan. Women in magazines didn't look that hot. Those women always looked anorexic to him anyway, even the pinup babes displayed on Hesco barriers at forward operating bases up in the Hindu Kush, where he'd done too much of the last couple years.
This woman didn't look like that for a second. She looked powerful. And dangerous.
Her tight leathers revealed muscles made of pure soldier.
Ralph Something moseyed out of the mess-hall building where the hundred selectees were hanging out to await the start of the next testing class at sundown.
Well, Kyle sure wasn't going to pass up the opportunity for a closer look. Though seeing Ralph's attitude, Kyle hung back a bit so that he wouldn't be too closely associated with the dickhead.
Ralph had been spoiling for a fight ever since he'd found out he was one of the least experienced guys to show up for Delta Selection. He was from the 75th Ranger Regiment, but his deployments hadn't seen much action. Each of his attempts to brag for status had gotten him absolutely nowhere.
Most of the guys here were 75th Rangers, 82nd Airborne, or Green Beret Special Forces like himself. And most had seen a shitload of action, because that was the nature of the world at the moment. There were a couple SEALs who hadn't made SEAL Team Six and probably weren't going to make Delta, a dude from the Secret Service Hostage Rescue Team who wasn't going to last a day no matter how good a shot he was, and two guys who were regular Army.
The question of the moment though, who was she?
Her biking leathers were high-end, sewn in a jagged lightning-bolt pattern of yellow on smoke gray. It made her look like she was racing at full tilt while standing still. He imagined her hunched over her midnight-blue machine and hustling down the road at her Ninja's top speed — which was north of 150. He definitely had to see that one day.
Kyle blessed the inspiration on his last leave that had made him walk past the small Toyota pickup that had looked so practical and buy the wildfire-red Ducati Multistrada 1200 instead. Pity his bike was parked around the back of the barracks at the moment. Maybe they could do a little bonding over their rides. Her machine looked absolutely cherry.
Much like its rider.
Ralph walked right up to her with all his arrogant and stupid hanging out for everyone to see. The other soldiers began filtering outside to watch the show.
"Well, girlie, looks like you pulled into the wrong spot. This here is Delta territory."
Kyle thought about stopping Ralph, thought that someone should give the guy a good beating, but Dad had taught him control. He would take Ralph down if he got aggressive, but he really didn't want to be associated with the jerk, even by grabbing him back.
The woman turned to face them, then unzipped the front of her jacket in one of those long, slow movie moves. The sunlight shimmered across her hair as she gave it an "unthinking" toss. Wraparound dark glasses hid her eyes, adding to the mystery.
He could see what there was of Ralph's brain imploding from lack of blood. He felt the effect himself despite standing a half-dozen paces farther back.
She wasn't hot; she sizzled. Her parting leathers revealed an Army green T-shirt and proof that the very nice contours suggested by her outer gear were completely genuine. Her curves weren't big — she had a lean build — but they were as pure woman as her shoulders and legs were pure soldier.
"There's a man who called me 'girlie' earlier." Her voice was smooth and seductive, not low and throaty, but rich and filled with nuance.
She sounded like one of those people who could hypnotize a Cobra, either the snake or the attack helicopter.
"He's a bird colonel. He can call me that if he wants. You aren't nothing but meat walking on sacred ground and wishing he belonged."
Kyle nodded to himself. The "girlie" got it in one.
"You" — she jabbed a finger into Sergeant Ralph Something's chest — "do not get 'girlie' privileges. We clear?"
"Oh, sweetheart, I can think of plenty of privileges that you'll want to be giving to —" His hand only made it halfway to stroking her hair.
If Kyle hadn't been Green Beret trained, he wouldn't have seen it because she moved so fast and clean.
"— me!" Ralph's voice shot upward on a sharp squeak.
The woman had Ralph's pinkie bent to the edge of dislocation and, before the man could react, had leveraged it behind his back and upward until old Ralph Something was perched on his toes trying to ease the pressure. With her free hand, she shoved against the middle of his back to send him stumbling out of control into the concrete wall of the mess hall with a loud clonk when his head hit.
Minimum force, maximum result. The Unit's way.
She eased off on his finger and old Ralph dropped to the dirt like a sack of potatoes. He didn't move much.
"Oops." She turned to face the crowd that had gathered.
She didn't even have to say, "Anyone else?" Her look said plenty.
Kyle began to applaud. He wasn't the only one, but he was in the minority. Most of the guys were doing a wait and see.
A couple looked pissed.
Everyone knew that the Marines' combat training had graduated a few women, but that was just jarheads on the ground.
This was Delta. The Unit was Tier One. A Special Mission Unit. They were supposed to be the one true bastion of male dominance. No one had warned them that a woman was coming in.
Just one woman, Kyle thought. The first one. How exceptional did that make her? Pretty damn was his guess. Even if she didn't last the first day, still pretty damn. And damn pretty. He'd bet on dark eyes behind her wraparound shades. She didn't take them off, so it was a bet he'd have to settle later on.
A couple corpsmen came over and carted Ralph Something away, even though he was already sitting up — just dazed with a bloody cut on his forehead.
The Deltas who'd come out to watch the show from a few buildings down didn't say a word before going back to whatever they'd been doing.
Kyle made a bet with himself that Ralph Something wouldn't be showing up at sundown's first roll call. They'd just lost the first one of the class and the selection process hadn't even begun. Or maybe it just had.
"Where's check-in?" Her voice really was as lush as her hair, and it took Kyle a moment to focus on the actual words.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Well-done story of specialists in military warfare and tactics formed into a team of men and women. The back stories make you believe they could have as much persistence and experience as they do. Not as much descriptive sex as I prefer, tho it talks about it a lot, there isn't much in actuality. The assignments are believable and it leaves you wanting to know more about these characters.
Target Engaged is my first book by M.L. Buchman and I was very happy with it. Mr. Buchman has delivered a well written book with amazing characters. There is plenty of action, action, action in this book, along with some humor and sizzle. Kyle and Carla's story is a great read for male or female readers. I enjoyed Target Engaged and look forward to reading more from M.L. Buchman in the future. Target Engaged is book 1 of the Delta Force Series but can be read as a standalone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger. I won a copy of this book, I think from Goodreads.
Not your usual workplace romance. Carla Anderson has one goal: become a member of Delta Force. She’s focused on being the best possible soldier, not the first woman on the teams. Kyle Reeves recognizes Carla as special from the moment she arrives sets another trainee straight about calling her “girlie”. He gives his best during the intense month of selection. But he can’t help tossing an extra challenge or two her direction and being impressed when she meets them. They become lovers during the ensuring six months of training. Each day Carla denies that the unfamiliar emotion when with Kyle is more than temporary. She takes the same internal feelings along on their first team mission. I enjoyed the flaws in both protagonists and the slow, layer by layer, method their history was revealed to the reader. Plenty of action during selection, training, and the CIA directed mission. And the sex sizzled to an explosion of its own.
So awesome to start with this team at the very beginning and see them through their extensive training. Kyle and Carla are well-matched and complement each other. This bond strengthens their entire Delta team. Well-written story and well-developed characters. We even get to see some folks from SOAR. Bonus: We get to see more of Colonel Michael Gibson. A few more missions under his belt and Kyle will be an ultimate legend like Gibson.
I really liked this one. I especially enjoy the strong women in this authors books. This one does not let you down!
I first discovered M.L. Buchman when I read many of the Night Stalkers series, then the Firehawk series. Now the newest series is the Delta Force. I absolutely love all of them. This is a story of Carla, first woman in Delta and Kyle, the leader of the newly formed Delta group. Their story and struggles as well as their missions. Five people make up their Force and I look forward to each of them getting their own story. Although all of M.L. Buchman books can be read alone, it is a bonus to have read some of them and find many of the people from other books. The Delta Force had a couple of people in it briefly that were found in a previous book. It was great to see old "friends" in this one. Romantic military suspense is among my favorite books. I highly recommend this one!!!
Amazing! Suspense, Romance, Action, Fast-paced! Amazing! I absolutely love this new series! I've been an avid reader of the Night Stalkers and Firehawks, now I'm adding this Delta Force series to the must buy list.
The most well-balanced military romance I have read. As far as military romances go, Target Engaged has to be the most well-balanced one that I have read. M.L. Buchman did a great job of making sure that it had equal parts romance and military operations. Oddly enough, there was plenty of death and destruction but it never overshadowed the romance between newly graduated Delta operatives Carla Anderson and Kyle Reeves. As the main character, Sergeant Carla Anderson is introduced as a heart-broken Army overachiever that has just been accepted into the elite Delta Force. She is the first female to get accepted into the program. Carla has an alcoholic for a father and has since buried her military mother and brother. She is as tough as they come. Sergeant Kyle Reeves is a former Green Beret whose accomplishments also put him into the Delta Force training program. Throughout their training, Carla and Kyle push each other to be the best in the field and in bed. They have a scorching hot attraction to each other that makes it hard for them to keep their clothes on when they are together. They also become complementary pieces to their Delta Force Unit. There is no denying how much they mean to each other. The only problem is that only one of them is capable of falling in love. I truly enjoyed Target Engaged. There was so much going on during and in between missions that it took longer than usual for me to read. The mission details were very specific but I was thoroughly entertained with all of the kill shots and blowing things up. As a Unit, they had fun obliterating their targets. They handled their missions with precision and style that made it seem like The Unit had been together for years. At some point, one of them gets taken captive and it’s impressive to see how they go about rescuing their leader. I’m looking forward to future books. **Received a copy from Sourcebooks Casablanca in exchange for an honest unbiased opinion.**
For the last month I've slowly read through every one of M. L. Buchman's Night Stalker series. It has definitely become one of my favorites, not only for the romance, but for the technical and military expertise as well. Yes, the heros, both male and female, have issues; especially the women. It's that issue that drives them to take on the challenge of extreme service, without which there would be no story. I think Mr. Buchman does an excellent job of portraying the skewed vision the women have of themselves and the men who can see past their barriers to the heart beneath. This book is no exception. I thoroughly enjoyed Carla and Kyle story, and am looking forward to the next book in the series.
This was only my second encounter with the author. I read one of his Night Stalker stories in the Way of the Warrior anthology and loved it. I definitely want to read that series, but then this story caught my eye- first woman ever to become Delta Force? No recruitment office necessary to hook me in. The book was all that I could hope for as it led me from the moment Carla arrived at the Delta selection camp to her experiences at the grueling tasks and what she was up against as the woman and then it exploded into action on missions. And then there was the romance with the delectable Sgt. Kyle Reeves who didn't let her hard mental walls and stay away from anything personal attitude deter him. This was all that I could want in a romantic suspense and more. Carla Anderson arrives at the Delta training center unsure of how she was chosen to go through the selection, but very certain this is exactly where she wants to be. Her mother and brother died in combat and left with only an alcoholic father, she is determined to honor their memories by succeeding. Her first day on the post has her defending her right to be there because she is a woman, but it also sets the precedence when she slams an obnoxious bully into a wall that she will not tolerate hazing. She is in the zone and rarin' to go. Kyle Reeves is honored to be chosen, but knows that the selection process is grueling and one can't get cocky or unfocused. He is a natural leader and guys gravitate toward him. He is the best of their group, but Kyle is well aware as the weeks progress that Carla Anderson is right on his six and determined to beat him out. He loves her spirit and how she remains cool and focused. He is strongly attracted to her, but knows he must proceed with caution. There is a hard inner layer that keeps everyone and every feeling on the surface and he wonders about her past and her motivations. But, he would be more than pleased to finish the course with Carla right beside him. Carla is impressed by Kyle and like the others looks up to him, but she also is strongly attracted to the man and wouldn't say no to get up something together after selection- that is if they both make it. As the numbers whittle down, certainty of success is not even possible. And then they are together- on a team and as a couple. Carla doesn't want to analyze closely why this makes her happy. On a personal level, Kyle's presence scares the crap out of her because he makes her feel and she doesn't want that. She also doesn't want to make him feel because she has nothing to give a man. But there is the high octane missions to keep them focused and occupied along with the rest of their team. So, this story was pretty good. It felt like a two-part affair with the Delta selection process one half and then the missions as a Delta team the other half. There is also the dichotomy in the romance, too. There is the slow build sensual attraction and then giving in and the hard grinding development of a relationship. There is a great attention to detail regarding Delta, the process of selecting from hand-picked people to go through it, and Delta missions. I can't say I have knowledge beyond a few brief mentions that these are very specialized military personnel, but the background info felt authentic. I found it balanced just the right side of interesting without overbalancing into tedious detail that slowed down the story. The story was a good example of a balanced romant
TARGET ENGAGED is so ridiculously good, I've been wondering why it took me so long to read this author's work. Filled with rich and vibrant details, amazing and inspiring characters, lots of rapid, intense action and a passionate romance, this is an incredible series opener and one of the best books I have read this year. They are the best of the best, the elite of the elite, the ultimate warriors and they always complete their missions. They are The Unit. Sergeant Carla Anderson lost both her mother and brother in combat and followed their footsteps into the military with the ultimate goal of joining the Delta Force. The first woman in history to be selected for the team, Carla is very determined to make it to the end and has the tenacity, competitive drive and sheer will to see her through the brutal selection process. But her biggest challenge may be her sexy team mate and not the rigorous Delta training. Sergeant Kyle Reeves has always aspired to be the best in everything and takes every challenge in stride. But all the training he's undergone does not prepare him for Carla Anderson. A highly skilled operative and a very sexy woman, Carla challenges Kyle both on the field and in the bedroom and his biggest task is yet to come: getting her to admit her feelings for him. Carla has only ever loved her mother and brother and knows nothing of the love between a man and woman nor does she want it, but when their mission goes sideways and she has to step into the role of leading the team, she realizes that she doesn't want a life without Kyle in it. I'm the girl that picks the action movie over the romcom every time, so this is right up my alley and I loved every minute of it. Carla is beautiful, smart and fearless and very inspiring. Kyle is a leader and together they make a formidable duo in the field but beyond that, Kyle is good for Carla. He knows what makes her tick and dares her to take a chance on love and letting him in. M. L. Buchman paints a very irresistible picture of what it takes to become an elite warrior, one that will make you want to run out and sign up for the military just for the opportunity to become one. I love how the romance between Carla and Kyle unfolded and I loved the camaraderie between their entire team. I enjoyed reading this book so much that I didn't want it to end and I'm looking forward to the rest of the series. Disclaimer: I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
What a fantastic series start! I felt like I was going through the Delta selection, OCT, and their first missions right along with the characters (though thank goodness I wasn't actually, because I am waaaay to wimpy to make it). Watching the first woman in Delta make the cut was inspiring, even if it's only fictional--for now. I loved Carla--her attitude, her ability to think on a dime, and the way she was able to hold her own with the guys--just awesome. Watching her learn about "girl clothes" and how to use her feminine wiles? Very entertaining. And Kyle? Well, he's definitely my new military-hero book boyfriend. Though "Mister Kyle" and "Wild Woman" are just so perfect together, I feel almost guilty about that. Almost. ;) Mr. Buchman definitely knows how to ramp up the suspense, and he did it here in spades. It was literally impossible to put the book down toward the end--I had to find out how they were going to get themselves out of the situation they found themselves in. I cannot wait for more from this series! Hopefully he'll give us more from this team--and the next class as well (another female unit member--whooo hoo!) Rating: 4 1/2 stars / A I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
Sampler Tour, Review & Giveaway: Target Engaged (Delta Force Series) by M.L. Buchman http://wp.me/p3d0RZ-3lP Publication Date: December 1, 2015 Reviewed by: Reading in Pajamas/ Donna Rated: 5 Stars Donna 5 Stars If this book is any indication of how the new series will be then I am more than ready to keep reading. I loved how it followed the group through selection and training to show how they all melded together. Kyle is strong, smart and of course sexy; with an easiness that I loved. Carla was strong and driven yet she had a normalness about her that I really liked. She never tipped into witch territory and for that I am thankful. The author did a good job keeping the technical stuff at a level where you believed where you were but it didn’t overshadow the story. And what a story. The dangerous ops and the sexy romance kept me frantically reading. This is romantic adrenaline junkie’s kind of book. I can’t wait for the next one to see which member’s turn is next and what trouble they’ll find themselves in. *Review copy provided by Sourcebooks in exchange for an honest review.
I'm so disappointed that I disliked this book. I'm a big fan of Mr. Buchman's military thrillers but this one left me cold. I didn't like the story, characters, and didn't feel the connection between Carla and Kyle. Why does the author have to have every female lead in every book have 'issues'. How do these woman pass a psych eval for their different Special Forces assignment!!!