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Strike Zone by Beth Rhodes
Title: Strike Zone
Series: Hawk Elite Security #3
Author: Beth Rhodes
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 13, 2017
Blurb
Sharpshooter, Emily Rogers, was the best at what she did,
until a job went tragically wrong resulting in the death of an innocent child.
Haunted by guilt and harassed by the media, Emily turns her back on the only
existence she’s known, hiding herself away and trying to build a new life.
When a job comes up requiring a sharpshooter, Hawk Elite
medic, John Vega, has the perfect excuse to hunt down the woman he’s had a
crush on for over two years. When he finally finds her living a quiet life in a
small town on the coast, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse.
Aware she needs closure, Emily agrees to work with John, but soon it becomes obvious she has a target on her back. Can she trust John enough to stay and give in to the attraction growing between them? Or will fate show her that she should have stayed hidden in her quiet coastal town?
Aware she needs closure, Emily agrees to work with John, but soon it becomes obvious she has a target on her back. Can she trust John enough to stay and give in to the attraction growing between them? Or will fate show her that she should have stayed hidden in her quiet coastal town?
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Excerpt
After a restless night, John woke early. She’d slept at his back,
unmoving, all night. But her presence there, the warmth of her body and the
sound of her soft breathing, might as well have been the five alarms to the
fire that had sprung to life in his blood—loud, screaming, and made to put a
man into action.
He sighed as he opened his laptop and sent an email to Hawk.
No updates yet. No evidence left behind of who the shooter might have
been.
Team news was slow as well. Jamie had left for Belize. Marcus traded in
his truck for a jeep. Tyler had gone back to work this week, and things seemed
to be going well for him and Jenny. Hawk maintained he would keep their
whereabouts to himself until he was sure. There had been some inconsistencies
from the Press. Two who spoke to Hawk claimed an informant.
John frowned. He couldn’t think of a single person from his team who
would spill the beans. They were family. They argued sometimes. But never…
“No.” He shut his laptop and checked his watch. Time to catch a plane.
“I still think we should go back to Harbor View.” Emily sat, watching
him, her brows furrowed, her legs folded in front of her and wrapped in her
arms. “We’d have Eddie. It’s safe there.”
Heat rose on his neck at the sight of her, sitting there, looking so
very darn tempting, so very not his to touch. His MO was to avoid close encounters—with
women in general. The rules of waiting had been pounded into his brain too long
for him to merely disregard them. He went on dates, just fine. He liked the
company of the softer sex, like the talking and the thought that went into it,
especially after hours and sometimes days of being around the male variety.
Emily was as far from the softer sex as he’d ever come across. Even the
other women at Hawk Elite—the few—had a soft edge and ways of doing things that
was apparently female. This women had steel in her spine. She was sharper,
harder even than some of the guys. Malcolm.
So to see her sitting there, looking so…pretty, so very mellow and
delicate, even a little uncertain forced him to see vulnerability, no matter
how sexist that was.
“Hello?” Emily tilted her head and unintentionally bared her shoulder
when the collar of her shirt shifted.
He rolled his eyes and stood. “We have to go if we’re going to catch
our flight.”
She rose, wearing only a very short pair of shorts. He quickly turned
to give her privacy. “I’m going to throw my bag in the truck and check out. Get
dressed.”
“Okay, Father John,” she said, a laugh in her tone.
He never let that nickname bother him before. This time it stopped him,
and he turned back and saw the laughter in her eyes, yet it wasn’t
condescending or even cruel. And then she winked. He took her in with his eyes,
her messed up air and rumpled clothes, and bit back a serious moan. When his
gaze met hers again, her eyes were wide as if she was surprised…
That he was attracted to her? That he was a man and wanted her?
He let her see, because it was one thing when the guys ribbed him about
being a priest, but when she said those words, it turned into something
completely unholy.
“Right,” she squeaked and hurried to the bathroom. “I’ll get ready to
go.”
He slammed the door when he went out, thankful when the cold air hit
his skin and cooled the heat within. He sent up a silent plea of mercy and
wasn’t surprised when only the whisper of the wind was his answer. Some things
didn’t need words.
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Author Bio
Beth Rhodes grew up thinking she was going to travel the
world and be a missionary, helping the poor. She would travel to exciting
places...like Russia and Australia. She was going to wear a canvas backpack and
take a wooden raft down a river through the jungle. She never had any plans for
romance or getting married, either. But after a few years of college, studying
English Literature, she married her own real-life hero, who patiently puts up
with her absentmindedness and creativity... And the only poor babies she helps
now are her own six children.
She learned that life doesn't always go the way she plans,
except for one thing, BOOKS.
At a young age, she read Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew then
worked her way through series by Brock and Bodie Thoene and Gilbert Morris. And
finally, she broke into romance with Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Nobody's Baby
But Mine. Her one constant, besides God, has always been books. So it was no
surprise when she started writing them...
Beth writes in order to share a little love and lots of hope with a hurting world.
Beth writes in order to share a little love and lots of hope with a hurting world.
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Strike Fear by Beth Rhodes
Title: Strike Fear
Series: Hawk Elite Security #2
Author: Beth Rhodes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 13, 2017
Blurb
Head of the personal safety division for Hawk Elite Security, Tan is serious about teaching his clients how to stay safe. But, with a file two inches thick confirming Elizabeth Whitney as a world champion athlete, he's prepared to take on his newest assignment as the vacation he hasn't had in over five years. A little instruction, a couple hockey games on the side, and he'll be on his way to the next spoiled rich kid.
Elizabeth takes one look at Tancredo Byrnes and it doesn't matter that she can perform a triple lutz-toe loop blindfolded; clumsy becomes her middle name. Though trusting people outside her family has never been her strong suit, she finds herself drawn to the easy-going man who is supposed to make her into a superwoman. But she's been burned by those fickle feelings of attraction before and isn't about to let them ruin her life again.
As their training intensifies, the threats to Elizabeth darken, and Tan realizes that what should have been a cake walk is a fight between life and death.
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Excerpt
He liked women, he really did. He dated occasionally, never taking anything deeper than the surface. There had always been too much on his plate with a job in the military. And sending his paycheck home to Mom and his sister had kept him from stumbling into anything long term.
And his focus had been best utilized at work, anyway. Until now. Until he’d taken the position at the gym and begun to manage personal security, anyway. During an operation, he was part of a team. Sometimes, his new position left him alone—for long stretches of time. He found he had way more time with himself than he wanted. To think. To analyze. To regret.
He shoved aside those thoughts as she made her way out of the locker room in her black leggings—holy long legs—that had swirls of glittering rhinestones and sequins all over them. The tank top matched—black but, thankfully, free of all the crap that would scratch the hell out of him. Her shoes were tiny little white canvas boppers, also covered in shiny shit.
At least she’d had the sense to remove the expensive stuff. Her ears were bare as were her neck and wrist. “Where do we start?” she asked.
“You do realize you might get sweaty, right?”
“I’m ready when you are.”
Tan shrugged.
They stretched first. And he let himself be impressed by her flexibility, the obvious attention she paid to her muscles. “Do you still skate?”
“No,” she answered quickly, not expounding, as she lowered her head once more to her knees and let her hands dangle over her feet.
The job had been handed to him less than twenty-four hours ago, with little to go on except for the father’s concern and a little background. Apparently, she wasn’t going to talk either…yet. But he’d learned, sometimes it takes a while to get the client talking.
Loose now, and obviously comfortable in her own skin, Elizabeth kept her muscles warm by moving. She shook out her arms and paced. Fluid grace.
“Let’s start with a stalker scenario.”
She snorted a laugh. “That’s easy. I’m going to cross the street…and probably run.”
“Maybe this guy can run, too.” Tan twisted at the waist, stretching the muscles of his lower back. “He gets you from behind. Come here.”
She rolled her eyes but did as requested.
“You’re running and he gets your arm.” Grabbing her arm, Tan pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her chest and giving her a lift off the ground. Wow, she was light.
Immediately, she threw her head back, catching the side of his jaw. He grunted, the surprise making him drop her. She slammed her foot onto his instep, elbowed his gut, which left him breathless, then turned and kneed him in the groin.
He moaned and slowly lowered himself to the floor so he could lie in the fetal position. Holy crap. Taken down by a sparkling princess. Thank God he was the only one around today.
She leaned over, and her hair brushed against his cheek. “How about you tell my dad I passed, and we’ll call it even.”
Not in a million years, he promised as she picked up her bag and walked out the door.
And his focus had been best utilized at work, anyway. Until now. Until he’d taken the position at the gym and begun to manage personal security, anyway. During an operation, he was part of a team. Sometimes, his new position left him alone—for long stretches of time. He found he had way more time with himself than he wanted. To think. To analyze. To regret.
He shoved aside those thoughts as she made her way out of the locker room in her black leggings—holy long legs—that had swirls of glittering rhinestones and sequins all over them. The tank top matched—black but, thankfully, free of all the crap that would scratch the hell out of him. Her shoes were tiny little white canvas boppers, also covered in shiny shit.
At least she’d had the sense to remove the expensive stuff. Her ears were bare as were her neck and wrist. “Where do we start?” she asked.
“You do realize you might get sweaty, right?”
“I’m ready when you are.”
Tan shrugged.
They stretched first. And he let himself be impressed by her flexibility, the obvious attention she paid to her muscles. “Do you still skate?”
“No,” she answered quickly, not expounding, as she lowered her head once more to her knees and let her hands dangle over her feet.
The job had been handed to him less than twenty-four hours ago, with little to go on except for the father’s concern and a little background. Apparently, she wasn’t going to talk either…yet. But he’d learned, sometimes it takes a while to get the client talking.
Loose now, and obviously comfortable in her own skin, Elizabeth kept her muscles warm by moving. She shook out her arms and paced. Fluid grace.
“Let’s start with a stalker scenario.”
She snorted a laugh. “That’s easy. I’m going to cross the street…and probably run.”
“Maybe this guy can run, too.” Tan twisted at the waist, stretching the muscles of his lower back. “He gets you from behind. Come here.”
She rolled her eyes but did as requested.
“You’re running and he gets your arm.” Grabbing her arm, Tan pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her chest and giving her a lift off the ground. Wow, she was light.
Immediately, she threw her head back, catching the side of his jaw. He grunted, the surprise making him drop her. She slammed her foot onto his instep, elbowed his gut, which left him breathless, then turned and kneed him in the groin.
He moaned and slowly lowered himself to the floor so he could lie in the fetal position. Holy crap. Taken down by a sparkling princess. Thank God he was the only one around today.
She leaned over, and her hair brushed against his cheek. “How about you tell my dad I passed, and we’ll call it even.”
Not in a million years, he promised as she picked up her bag and walked out the door.
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Beth Rhodes is a wife, mother, friend, and lover. She lives with her Army husband and their six children at the base of the mountains in Colorado. She loves the cold, coffee, camping, and sunshine.
Her stories are full of life, family, and love. You can find her reading just about any genre of romance, but her favorites are fast-paced suspense, where life is on the line and love is the only saving grace. She wants a book that makes her heart pound and her pulse race.
Beth is a member of Romance Writers of America, Pikes Peak Writers, Colorado Romance Writers, and International Thriller Writers. She is signed with Entangled Publishing and Boroughs Publishing Group.
Beth is a member of Romance Writers of America, Pikes Peak Writers, Colorado Romance Writers, and International Thriller Writers. She is signed with Entangled Publishing and Boroughs Publishing Group.
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