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- Pamela Clare
- I grew up in Colorado at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, then lived in Denmark and traveled throughout Europe before coming back to Colorado. I have two adult sons, whom I cherish. I started my writing career as a columnist and investigative reporter and eventually became the first woman editor of two different papers. Along the way, my team and I won numerous state and several national awards, including the National Journalism Award for Public Service. In 2011, I was awarded the Keeper of the Flame Lifetime Achievement Award for Journalism. Now I write historical romance and contemporary romantic suspense.
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Monday, October 28, 2013
STRIKING DISTANCE — The Last Excerpt! Plus a coupon for FIRST STRIKE
I promised one last excerpt before the Nov. 5 release of Striking Distance, and I am an author of my word. I’ve been a little stingy with excerpts because it’s been hard to find section of the story I can share that don’t contain spoilers, either for First Strike or for this book itself.
Many of you have read First Strike by now, and so you know how Laura and Javier meet. You also know about the connection between Javier and Nate West, the hero from Skin Deep. If you were paying attention, you also got a little time with Nate prior to the IED blast that left him so horribly scarred.
But before we go there, just a reminder that the ebook version of Breaking Point (I-Team 5) is on sale for $1.99 through tomorrow only! That’s only 2 days left on this special deal. Get it for Kindle, Nook, Kobo and at iTunes.
So how does Javier meet the I-Team guys? Let’s check it out...
From Chapter 4 of Striking Distance
Javier shook Zach McBride’s hand. “It’s an honor to meet you. It’s not every day a man gets to drink beer with a Medal of Honor recipient.”
Javier had read about McBride’s heroism and the catastrophic mission that had claimed the lives of McBride’s men and left him for dead. Every SEAL had.
Tall with short dark hair and a strong handshake, McBride met Javier’s gaze through sharp gray eyes. “The honor is mutual. West told me how you were there for him, how you pulled him out of the burning debris, stayed with him.”
And Javier knew that McBride and Nate were close. That wasn’t a story Nate shared with everyone.
Javier grinned. “He talks too damned much.”
McBride chuckled. “How long have you been with the Teams?”
“Fourteen years.”
“Going for twenty?”
“That’s the plan.”
For a while the two of them traded stories—instructors they’d both had in BUD/S, the joys of eating sand with their MREs in Iraq, the scorching heat and freezing cold of Afghanistan. It was always like this when Javier met another SEAL. Each and every one of them was like a brother, the bond between them forged from the unique challenges, risks, and deprivations that came with wearing the Trident.
And for a moment Javier forgot about Laura.
Women’s laughter drew McBride’s gaze. He gestured with a nod of his head toward a pretty dark-haired woman who was sitting next to Megan, the two of them reading something. “That’s my wife, Natalie. She’s decided she wants to write fiction—romance novels. I hope that means I get to help with the research.”
Two heads came up, and Natalie glared at McBride. “The books are not just about sex.”
Javier lowered his voice. “I guess you said the wrong thing, man.”
The doorbell rang again, and Megan rose to answer it.
Javier’s pulse skipped.
You’re excited to see her, chacho. Admit it.
Sure, he was. Not a day had gone since the night he’d helped rescue her when he hadn’t thought of her. Yeah, he was excited to see her again. And more than a little tense.
When Megan returned, it wasn’t Laura walking beside her. Instead, Javier was introduced to Julian Darcangelo, a tall son of a gun with a dark ponytail who’d once worked with the FBI but was now head of Denver’s vice unit. He’d brought his family—his wife, Tessa, a sweet thing with long, curly blond hair and a mother’s soft curves, a little girl and a baby boy.
The doorbell rang again.
This time it was Reece Sheridan, the state’s newly sworn-in lieutenant governor, his wife Kara McMillan, and their three school-aged kids. They were followed not two minutes later by Kat James, a pretty Navajo woman, her husband Gabe Rossiter, and two little ones under the age of two. Then Nate’s brother-in-law, Marc Hunter, Denver’s SWAT captain, and his wife, Sophie, arrived with their two kids.
Between the adults talking and children running and squealing, it was chaos. It might have bothered some guys, but Javier felt right at home. He came from a big family with two brothers, three sisters, six nephews, and nine nieces, not to mention aunts, uncles and a few dozen cousins, most of whom had kids. When they got the whole family together—which they did whenever Javier was on leave—the laughter, music, and conversation were loud and lasted late into the night.
He found himself on the deck shooting the shit with Hunter and Rossiter, while everyone got ready for an afternoon of skiing, snowshoeing, and sleigh rides.
Rossiter, who was a climber and former park ranger, was talking about his grand plan for the afternoon. “You can ski some incredible places with a paragliding sail strapped to your back. It’s like flying, base jumping, and skiing combined.”
Ski paragliding wasn’t a sport that interested Javier, in part because he couldn’t see the point. He shook his head. “I don’t know—strapping some kind of ’chute to your back and letting the wind pull you down the mountain? Either ski or jump.”
Hunter chuckled, pointing to Rossiter. “You wouldn’t believe the sick shit I’ve seen this guy do. If a sport involves gravity, snow in any form, and a high likelihood of death, he’s in.”
A flash of short platinum blond hair—and a body that could kill.
It wasn’t Laura Nilsson, but…
Javier gave a low whistle.
Hunter and Rossiter looked over their shoulders, then back at Javier.
Hunter shook his head. “Oh, no. No, no. Don’t even think about it.”
“He’s human. He’s male. He’s going to think about it.” Rossiter grinned. “That’s Holly Bradshaw. She’s one of the paper’s entertainment writers. She’ll chew you up and spit you out.”
That didn’t sound so bad.
Hunter looked over at her. “What she needs is to fall for a man who refuses to sleep with her.”
Javier was about to say a guy would have to be gay as a daisy to turn down a woman like Holly, when suddenly she was there.
His heart skipped again—and gave a thud.
Wearing jeans and a white blouse beneath a blue angora cardigan, Laura shook hands with Nate and McBride, then Natalie, her pale blond hair catching the light, the smile on her face hitting Javier in the gut. She shook Megan’s hand, knelt down to talk to Emily, giving the little girl her full attention.
¡Ea Diablo! She was beautiful.
Hunter and Rossiter saw her, too.
“Oh, hey, she came.” Hunter sounded surprised to see her. He lowered his voice. “Sophie said she didn’t think Laura was going to make it. Derek Tower—the asshole who owns the security company that was supposed to have kept her safe in Pakistan—accosted her in the parking lot outside the paper last night. He forced his way into her car. She drew on him—a double-deuce—but he tore the weapon out of her hands, even left bruises. She filed a report with DPD last night. Uniforms went looking for him, but haven’t found him.”
Javier had heard of Derek Tower, hadn’t known what to think of him. Now he hated the bastard. His gaze snapped back to Hunter. “Doesn’t she have protection—a bodyguard?”
Hunter shook his head. “Sophie says the FBI doesn’t believe she’s in any real danger, and she can’t afford to pay for protection herself. Sophie wants me to talk to Old Man Irving—Denver’s chief of police—and have our local boys fill in.”
“Not a bad idea.” Javier had never understood how the federal agencies worked. It all seemed like red tape and bullshit to him.
“Let’s go say hello.” Hunter opened the sliding patio door and walked inside, Rossiter behind him.
Javier followed the two men indoors, but hung back, watching while the others introduced themselves.
She probably doesn’t even remember you.
“Welcome to the Cimarron. It’s a real pleasure to meet you. Make yourself at home.” Jack pressed her hand between both of his. “Can I get you something to drink—wine, beer, scotch, soda, some overpriced bubbly water?”
Laura smiled, a genuine bright smile that put dimples in her cheeks. “Overpriced bubbly water would be lovely. Thank you.”
Jack turned back to the kitchen.
Hunter stepped forward, held out his hand. “Marc Hunter. I’m Sophie’s husband. Sophie has said great things about you.”
“Thank you. She’s said good things about you, too.”
“All true, I’m sure.” Hunter grinned.
“I’m Julian Darcangelo. I head up the DPD’s vice squad. My wife, Tessa, is a big fan of yours. She’s an investigative journalist herself and has written a few books. She used to be on the I-Team before she went freelance. I can’t believe she hasn’t found some excuse to visit Sophie at the paper so she can meet you.”
“Sophie has mentioned her.” Laura’s eyes narrowed. “You say she’s written books? Wait—is her name Tessa Novak?”
Darcangelo nodded. “That was her maiden name. She still uses it for journalism.”
“I’m a fan of hers. I read the two books she wrote about human sex trafficking. She inspired me to look into the issue in Pakistan and India.”
“Hearing that is going to make her day—hell, her entire year.”
Rossiter pushed his way forward. “Gabe Rossiter. I’m Kat’s worse half.”
Laura took Rossiter’s hand, smiled that beautiful smile of hers. “I’ve heard about some of your adventures.”
“He’s the most famous one-legged extreme athlete in the world,” Hunter quipped. “Just ask him.”
That made her laugh.
Her gaze shifted to Javier. The color drained from her cheeks, and her eyes went wide, her lips parting as she stared up at him. “It’s... It’s you!”
~~~So there you have it — the last excerpt before the release of Striking Distance on Nov. 5.
Here are the links to preorder. The mass market paperback version is still $4.79 on Amazon at the moment. Not sure how long that will last.
Kindle http://amzn.to/1b8Fhh7
iTunes http://bit.ly/175u3uW
Amazon http://amzn.to/1aAPFfX
Barnes & Noble http://bit.ly/1bQClXr
Audible http://bit.ly/16r9kxZ
Books-A-Million http://bit.ly/GYBbPE
Powell's Books http://bit.ly/1bQCv0Y
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And don’t forget First Strike! As a special treat for readers of this blog, I am offering a coupon for a free download of First Strike in the e-reader format of or your choice from Smashwords.com. If you already have the story, you can gift a copy to a friend for free.
Go to Smashwords and use Coupon Code RP24W.
The coupon expires on Nov. 4!
Just remember that First Strike is an erotic short story and ends with a big cliffhanger.
Enjoy!
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4 comments:
Talk about "Hail, hail, the gang is all there"! Love it! Too bad the download is not tonight, I'd never get to sleep. I am ready, Pamela. Thank you
You're so welcome, Carol! I figured everyone would want to see all their I-Team peeps again. :-)
Not too long now!
EEK! Oh my! Love this!! I feel like a broken record saying "I can't wait till Tuesday!" Already have a vacation day approved for it so I can just enjoy my mental health day! :) Lovin' knowing the whole crew will be getting together! It gets too much bigger and we'll have to start doing family/iTeam trees! haha!
Thank you, Pamela! Can't wait for SD to arrive (I'm hoping it'll arrive today). Good luck!