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RELEASE DAY on Lone Rider by Lindsay McKenna!

March 28, 2018

Hi Readers!

at last! RELEASE DAY for Lone Rider!
RELEASE DAY for Lone Rider by Lindsay McKenna!

At last, Book 5 of the Wind River Valley series is available in ebook and paperback! Audio, too!

Here is the Publisher’s Weekly review on it!

Available on all platforms!

I hope you enjoy reading Tara and Harper!

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Happy READING! Or Listening! 😉

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #3 OF CHAPTER 1 BOXCAR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna

December 18, 2017

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #3 OF CHAPTER 1 BOXCAR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna

Exclusive excerpt #3

12.18.17

Travis Ramsey was behind the counter of Ramsey Fishing Guides when the bell above the door tinkled, telling him he had an early morning visitor. His fishing guide business was mostly dormant during this time of the year and he had little to do over the coming winter months. Next April when the snows left the Bitterroot Valley where Hamilton sat, fishermen from around the world would stream in to take advantage of the world-class trout in the creeks and river. Looking up, he saw a young woman, her short black hair emphasizing the paleness of her features. Straightening, he saw her look around the large, two story building. As her blue gaze met his, he frowned. She was wearing an Army jacket. A real one, with patches that he quickly recognized. Had she bought it at an Army-Navy store or was she the real deal? She was tall, her shoulders thrown back, wearing a heavy Army rucksack on her back. His gaze dropped to her long legs wrapped in denim to her boots. Those were Army boots. There was something about her, a sense that she was probably ex-military. So was he.

“Can I help you?” he called, walking toward the end of the maple counter that had been in his family since the late 1800’s. He saw her blue eyes narrow upon him, silently evaluating him. There was a glittering intelligence in them, something he rarely saw outside the military. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her rucksack curved across her shoulder. He’d been a Delta Force operator and missed nothing. If she was ex-Army, she didn’t act like office personnel at all. No, she was carefully assessing him on every potential level as he was her. There had been women in Delta Force for over a decade. She certainly behaved like an operator and his respect for her was already amping up. He halted at the end of the counter. “I’m Travis Ramsey. How may I help you?”

The woman looked disheveled, but clean, her clothes showing wear and tear. Something pinged his intuition as she headed toward him, her lips set in a line that suggested she was afraid of his response to whatever she wanted or needed from him. Travis couldn’t prove it, but he never dismissed an intuitive hit. It had saved his life way too many times.

“I’m Jesse Myers. I was walking in the woods along the Bitterroot River when I saw a red caboose in the nearby meadow. I went to the county Recorder’s office here in Hamilton to find the owner and they said it belonged to you.” She hesitated and then said, “I’m looking for a place to rent. I have a part time job at Katie’s Koffee Bean down the street. I can’t afford much, but I would take good care of that boxcar if you’re open to renting it to me.”

Stunned by her request, he nodded, watching fear and hope alternate in her eyes. “You did your homework.”

Jesse managed a weak smile. “It’s my nature. I fell in love with the caboose and thought it would be a great place to stay. I’m not making enough money to rent something in town, yet. I could clean it up, maybe paint it and repair some of the things inside and make it livable once more. I’m pretty good with mechanical and electrical stuff.”

Travis liked her low, husky voice. She might be fearful that he’d say no, but she stood her ground and kept good eye contact with him. “You have family around here?” Hamilton was a town of four-thousand plus people and he knew all of them because his family was one of the first to settle in this town.

Shaking her head, she said, “No, sir, I don’t. I was born and raised in Billings, Montana, and that’s where my folks live.”

Things didn’t add up. “And you’ve come to Hamilton to get a job?” Travis knew there were no jobs after tourist season, which ended in late September and didn’t begin again until the first of April. Everyone who worked here was seasonal. What was her story?

“Yes, sir, I have. Growing up, my parents favorite place to go for a weekend or a vacation was Hamilton. I’ve always loved this small town, the people, and how it’s surrounded by nature.” She gave a slight shrug. “I’m not a city person even though I was born in Billings. I need the outdoors, the woods, the water and the quiet.”

She appealed to him on so many levels that Travis felt momentarily rocked by that unexpected awareness. Jesse’s short hair was mannish in cut and that triggered something in him that he hoped to explore with her. “Listen, I’ve got an espresso machine at the rear of the store. Why don’t we go back there, have a cup of coffee and we can talk?” He gestured toward the front door. “There isn’t going to be anyone coming in today. I just bought a half-dozen fresh pastries from the Las Palomas Bakery next door. Let’s talk further in my office?” He wasn’t looking for a woman, but damned if Jesse Myers didn’t call strongly to him, man-to-woman. She was clearly mature for her age, had morals and values because she went to the county office to find out who owned that caboose and then asked to rent it. He’d seen some vets who passed through the area in the summer who squatted and used the caboose, never asking if they could stay there or not. He liked her honesty.

“Well…”

He gestured toward the other end of the store. “Come on. It’s early and I don’t know about you, but hot coffee is something we can all use this time of morning.” Military people were coffee hounds of the first order. He saw her eyes widen momentarily, those thick dark lashes emphasizing them. Pleased, he saw the offer appealed to her.

“Sounds good, Mr. Ramsey.”

“Call me Travis and you can put the ‘sir’ away, too. I’m ex-Army. Are you?” he asked, walking down the length of the counter. He met her at the other end and opened the door to the tourist area of the shop. The waiting room was large, lots of wooden chairs with cushions spaced neatly around the perimeter. At one end was a long table filled with paper coffee cups, boxes of assorted teas, sugar, cream, and spoons, and a very expensive espresso machine. “Put your rucksack on a chair and have a seat,” he invited. Partly shutting the door, he went and turned the machine on. “Coffee? Espresso? What’s your poison?” He grinned a little, wanting the tension she carried to dissolve. He saw her gently set the fifty-pound pack on the floor next to the chair where she sat down.

“Just plain coffee is fine. Black. Thank you.”

Her manners were all military and Travis nodded, getting busy making her that coffee. “Reach over and grab yourself a donut or two,” he said, pointing to a box near where she was seated. “Help yourself. Alex Delgado, the daughter of Hector and Maria, now runs the bakery and she’s known as the queen of pastries around Hamilton. They all taste great.” Jesse was a tall, big boned woman and he noticed how the wrinkled Army jacket hung on her frame. He saw her look wistfully at the pastries and lick her full lower lip. Her hands were taut against the thighs of her jeans. She was hungry. The realization hit him hard. In black ops, it was the little things, jigsaw puzzle pieces that alone, didn’t tell much. But as an operator in Afghanistan for far too long, it was all these tidbits that came together to paint a fuller picture of a situation. Or in the case of Jesse, that she was definitely an Army vet. There was no question in his mind about that.

Further, she had hesitated momentarily at the door to the coffee room to thoroughly evaluate it. This told him she was clearly an operator, not some office assistant. Maybe she was an Intelligence officer or maybe an operator out in the field like himself? When she came into the room after sweeping it thoroughly in a moment with her gaze, she deliberately sat down in one corner, at the end of the table, her back up against a wall, facing the only exit door. An operator always did that. As he put the coffee into the machine, placing a white paper cup beneath the spout, he began to cobble more of her story together in his head. If she’d been in combat, more than likely she had PTSD. The fact that she wasn’t at home after leaving the Army told him that. He had many friends, ex-Delta operators, who had their marriages go bust after coming off a deployment because of the years of accumulated PTSD and being unable to adjust to civilian life again. They couldn’t go home to their parents, either, because they wouldn’t understand the flashbacks, the nightmares, and the ongoing anxiety they carried in them 24/7/365, either.

His mouth flexed in sympathy as he watched her from the corner of his eye. She rose in one fluid motion and picked up a paper napkin, her long, elegant looking fingers hovering over the mouth-watering array of pastries. When she leaned over, her jacket opened and he saw she was wearing a desert tan shirt he was very familiar with. It was an operator’s shirt, with camouflage print on both long sleeves and a tan torso core of one color. Yeah, she was black ops, no question.

“Where were you stationed in Afghanistan?” he asked, turning and placing the steaming brew on the table next to where she’d sat down.

Jesse froze for a second, transfixed by the man’s large, slightly narrowed gray eyes as he buttonholed her with that question. His dark brown hair was cut military short, his beard clipped close, showing off his square face and giving him an air of dangerousness. Trying to slough off her shock that he knew what she was in the Army, she replied, “Nangarhar Province.” Tensing, she saw several emotions flit across his face. How the hell would he know that about her? She hadn’t answered his question earlier about being in the Army. The chocolate éclair teased her wide-open senses. Her mouth watered. The scent of the sugar, vanilla pudding and chocolate was too much to resist and she bit slowly into it, savoring it as if her life depended upon it. Closing her eyes, she made a humming sound in the back of her throat. The world stopped in that moment as she tasted the luscious, thick chocolate coating. He finally swallowed, feeling it hit her hungry stomach, the urgent amount of strength that it created within her as the glucose shot into her system.

Slowly, her senses moved outward once more and she heard Travis tinkering with the espresso machine, the fragrance of chocolate surrounding her as the machine hissed and steamed. Opening her eyes, she saw he was making a large mocha latte. He was a tall man, at least six-foot-tall and broad shouldered. The blue plaid flannel cowboy shirt he wore stretched against his powerful chest, with a black leather vest worn over the shirt. He was someone who was in top shape, probably in his late twenties, she would guess. There were a lot of crinkles at the corners of his gray eyes, telling her he was outside a lot. She liked his short dark brown hair that sported reddish strands among them.

She decided to take a closer inspection of him because no one was a mind reader. His hands were large, square and calloused. When he made a gesture, she saw that he sported a thick callous on the inside of his right index finger, his trigger finger. Black ops all had that telltale sign. She had it on hers, as well. And he might have spotted it on her hand after she’d removed her gloves. When she’d come into the store, she’d seen him suddenly shift almost invisibly, into a heightened space of alertness aimed at her. It was nothing obvious, but her senses were far too honed not to pick it up and now, she was beginning to put together that this man standing in a cowboy shirt, jeans and scarred, well-worn leather boots, was black ops himself, not regular Army–otherwise he wouldn’t have recognized who she was. Questions came, but she sat on them. Right now, she needed a place to rent. Besides, he’d probably find her personal questions rude.

END OF INSTALLMENT #3!

Stay tuned for next Monday’s installment #4 BOXCAR CHRISTMAS on 12.25.17!!

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Memorial Day Remberances by Lindsay McKenna

May 30, 2016

I want to honor my father and mother on Memorial Day. My father, Jack Zimmerman, was a Pharmacists Mate 1st class in the US Navy. He was assigned to Hawaii, to Oahu, the hospital that sits next to Pearl Harbor. My mother worked in civil service at Ford Island, in Pearl Harbor, with the US Navy.
Both my parents were there when Pearl Harbor was hit by the Japanese, December 7, 1941. My father was on duty at the hospital that morning. My mother was asleep in their bed. A Japanese Zero went roaring down the road, strafing her neighborhood. She had a bullet pass just above the headboard of the bed where she was sleep.
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That day, my parents helped all the heroes who were caught off guard by that horrific attack on battleship row, next to Ford Island. If it hadn’t of happened on a Sunday, my mother would have been on Ford Island, in one of the hangars, working as a secretary.

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I grew up with the story of Pearl Harbor from a very different perspective than most of the Great Generation and Baby Boomer Generation remember. I have the blood of the battle in my DNA. And I never forget what they did that day, the sights, the sounds, the nauseating smells, the diving Japanese fighters like hornets swarming over Pearl Harbor.

It’s no wonder I grew up and at age 18, went into the US Navy to follow in my father’s footsteps. My mother’s brother, Vinton Cramer, served in WW2, US Army, was a paratrooper and dropped in over France to do his duty.

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US Navy boot camp photo of me. I followed in my father’s footsteps and paid my service to my country, as he and so many other of our family, had done in past wars. My war was Vietnam. And it’s no wonder that later on? I became a writer and I created the first military romance, Captive of Fate, 1983, Silhouette Special Edition. I have gone on from that day to the present, writing about our heroic men and women in 185 books, since then. And will continue to do so until it’s my time to cross over. Our military is 1% of our nation. They give the other 99% their freedom. Let’s honor their sacrifices, as well as their family’s sacrifices on this one day of the year. Memorial Day is NOT a holiday. It was created as “Remembrance Day” to honor those who died serving their country.

Let us remember those of our family, both on our mother and father’s side, of the service they gave to our country to keep us all free on this one day out of the entire year.

Photos:
My mother Ruth Zimmerman (left) and my father, Jack Zimmerman (right), USN.
and me, in the USN as an 18 year old, boot camp photo

ROMANCE COVER MODEL JASON AARON BACA BREAKS FABIO’S RECORD of 460 COVERS with #461, SAVED BY A SEAL by Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker!!

February 11, 2016

ROMANCE COVER MODEL JASON AARON BACA BREAKS FABIO’S RECORD of 460 COVERS!

Jason Aaron Baca poses for the San Francisco Chronical after breaking Fabio's cover model record of 460.  He has just surpassed Fabio with his 461st book cover:  Saved by a SEAL by Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker!  Congratulations, Jason!


Jason Aaron Baca poses for the San Francisco Chronicle after breaking Fabio’s cover model record of 460. He has just surpassed Fabio with his 461st book cover: Saved by a SEAL by Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker! Congratulations, Jason!

Saved by a SEAL by Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker is his 461st cover!!!

The San Francisco Chronical celebrates Jason's incredible record of 461 romance covers!
The San Francisco Chronicle celebrates Jason’s incredible record of 461 romance covers!

Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston, and Susan Stoker want to celebrate Jason Aaron Baca’s momentous accomplishment by breaking Fabio’s cover record! We couldn’t be prouder of him (he’s a very nice guy). We want you to know that as authors of SAVED BY A SEAL, which is Jason’s 461st cover (the book that broke Fabio’s record of 460 book covers) that you might be interested in the ‘story behind the story’ about this book.

To get the full story, go to the San Francisco Chronicle, 2.10.16 evening edition:

http://www.sfchronicle.com/style/article/Saratoga-man-now-top-romance-cover-model-6822011.php

The three of us want to give back to our military men and women who are suffering from PTSD. We chose http://www.vetdogs.org, a 501 non-profit charity who trains service dogs for our vets who need support. ALL the money from SAVED BY A SEAL goes directly to this charity and NOT to us.

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We want to thank the San Francisco Chronicle for being a part in this wonderful, heartfelt mission of ours (I’m a US Navy vet, Susan Stoker was an Army wife for over a decade and Chris Keniston is a super patriot who believes in helping our wounded vets). This was a mission of heart and supporting our brave vets. Jason’s father was a Vietnam vet, too, by the way.

So, we find this a wonderful symphony of synchronicity with an HEA–happily ever after–for our charity. For .99 cents, your subscribers can download a copy and know that the money is going to http://www.vetdog.org. I can’t think of a nicer, more wonderful celebration for everyone involved.

By purchasing the .99 cent anthology, SAVED BY A SEAL, you are helping us to get a service dog for a military vet. Be part of this circling of giving from our hearts.

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IF YOU COULD CHANGE A WOUNDED MILITARY VET’S LIFE FOR .99 CENTS? WOULD YOU?

February 9, 2016

IF YOU COULD CHANGE A WOUNDED MILITARY VET’S LIFE FOR .99 CENTS? WOULD YOU?

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This is a non-profit charity that trains service dogs for our military vets. Your 99 cents can help us purchase a service dog for a vet. We need your help and support.

Those of you who love to support our military vets who have sacrificed so much for all of us, can use your help.

Just 99 cents and you not only are adding to the amount to buy a service dog for a vet, but you also get three great ebooks by three wonderful story tellers: Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker.

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Support our vets. We three authors have given our own money to put this book, SAVED BY A SEAL, together. We receive NOTHING monetarily from it. All proceeds go to http://www.vetdogs.org

Nowadays? .99 cents doesn’t seem to go very far. But you know what? It can help buy a service dog for a man or woman who desperately needs that wonderful animal in their life to help them make their life a little easier.

PLEASE SHARE this and ask your friends and family to donate .99 cents to an important cause: caring for our military vets.

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LINKS:
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iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/saved-by-a-seal/id1074422970?mt=11&at=1001l9Ne
Nook: http://bit.ly/sbasnook
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/saved-by-a-seal-1
Google Play: http://bit.ly/sbasgp

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LINDSAY MCKENNA 2016 PUBLISHING SCHEDULE!

January 5, 2016

Hi Readers
Well, I’ve got NINE books or novellas coming out in 2016 and you can’t possibly remember them all 😉
to make it easier on you, here’s the full schedule. I hope you find this helpful 😉 And MOST of the covers are done for them, so enjoy them too ;-))

LINDSAY McKENNA PUBLISHING SCHEDULE 2016!

WIP: Works in Progress (no scheduled release dates yet)

January

January 2, 2016
BROKEN DREAMS, (Alexa Culver and Gage Hunter story) Delos Series, Book 4
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AMAZON
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0164EUUBE?keywords=Broken%20Dreams%20by%20Lindsay%20McKenna&qid=1451739526&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1

KOBO.COM
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/broken-dreams-22

iBOOKS/APPLE
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/broken-dreams/id1041987127?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

BN.com:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/broken-dreams-lindsay-mckenna/1123193675?ean=2940157706487

February

February 15, 2016
Harlequin: Ranchers and Cowboys Collection: The Rancher by Diana Palmer\The Last Cowboy by Lindsay McKenna\A Cowboy’s Redemption by Marin Thompson, Kindle Edition put out by Harlequin. Ebook only.
Cowboy Collection Harlequin
AMAZON:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0181WZ4XG?keywords=Ranchers%20and%20Cowboys%20Collection&qid=1451850747&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1

KOBO.COM
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/ranchers-and-cowboys-collection

BN.COM and iTunes/iBooks to come

 February 19, 2016:
SAVED BY A SEAL, BN1, 1st in Series books with Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker, Chris Keniston

March

March 1, 2016:
Harlequin: Cowboy Sampler with Lindsay McKenna (Out Rider) and other authors.

April

April, 5, 2016,
Cowboy Justice, BN2, 12-pack, “BLIND SIDED” by Lindsay McKenna, Delos Series , plus 11 other NYT and USA Today authors.

iBooks/iTunes
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/cowboy-justice-12-pack/id1058222689?mt=11

Cowboy Justice, a 12-pack of NYT and USA Today authors penning fabulous novellas about lawmen.  Available April, 2016!

Cowboy Justice, a 12-pack of NYT and USA Today authors penning fabulous novellas about lawmen. Available April, 2016!

April 26, 2016

OUT RIDER, HQN/Harlequin, Wyoming Series, Book 11
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May
 

June
 

July

July 25, 2016
SECRET DREAM, Delos Series, Novella, 1B1 (follow-up on Cav-Lia from Nowhere To Hide)
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August
 

September

September 29, 2016
UNBOUND PURSUIT, Delos Series, Novella, 2B1, (follow-up on Tal and Wyatt from Tangled Pursuit)
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October
 OCTOBER, 2016
untitled, BN3, novella bundle with Lindsay McKenna, J.M. Madden and Chris Keniston. WIP

November
 November 17, 2016
KENSINGTON: Wind River Wrangler, Wind River Valley Series, Book 1
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December

BROKEN DREAMS by LIndsay McKenna, Delos Series, Book 4 has ARRIVED!!

January 2, 2016

Dear Readers
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At last! Gage and Alexa’s book is finally here. I has been an exciting 3 1/2 months, bringing out the first four Delos Series books to you!

Nowhere to Hide, Book 1, introduced Cav, an ex-SEAL, and Lia, who works for Delos. In this book I wanted the reader to be introduced to Delos and how/why Artemis Security came into being.
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Tangled Pursuit, Book 2, you get to meet the oldest sister, USMC Captain Tal Culver and the man who finally captures her heart: SEAL Chief Wyatt Lockwood.
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Forged in Fire, Book 3, you meet Delta Force Sergeant Matt Culver, the twin to his younger sister by five minutes, Alexa. Matt doesn’t expect to fall in love at Bagram Army Base, but when he meets pediatrician Dara McKinley, who is volunteering her medical expertise in Kabul, his life changes forever. And so does hers!
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Broken Dreams, Book, 4, meet Captain Alexa Culver. Marine Corps sniper, Gage Hunter, was broken years earlier by a harsh life while growing up. Never, in his wildest dreams would he consider falling in love with US Air Force Captain Alexa Culver. But he does. And both their lives changes in ways they could never imagine.
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Alexa Culver, US Air Force combat pilot, A-10 Warthog, has had five deployments to Afghanistan over the years. Her life is devoted to keeping the men and women on the ground, safe from the enemy. A risk take by nature, she braves everything the enemy can throw at her aircraft as she swoops danger close to save lives.

WOW! It has been a labor of love on my part to put out these 100,000 word novels about 3.5 weeks apart, but well worth it because it gives you an over view of my next military family saga, Delos. You get to meet the three adult siblings who will create Artemis Security, the Delos in-house firm to protect the 1,800 charities that are flung worldwide, to help those in need.

To learn about the family tree, the history and so much more about Delos and the Culver Family, go to: http://delos.lindsaymckenna.com

Here’s an excerpt from Broken Dreams:

Image 5 US Navy SEALS to the rescue
“I have an idea. You have those speaker nodes that pick up voice and sounds on you?” Gage asked his team leader.

“Yeah. Why?”

Gage said, “I want to enter that cave and set them down along it, so if the women are being pushed out in this direction, we’ll know ahead of time. We can also hear others talking. I know Urdu. So do you. We’ll be able to hear what’s going on and be better able to prepare for when they come out.” He looked over at the hard profile of the LPO, Drummond. “What do you think?”

Rubbing his beard, Drummond cursed softly. “I was thinking the same thing. I was just trying to decide who to send in.”

“Send me,” Gage said, his voice firm, his eyes on his team leader. “This is mine to do.”

“I heard some scuttlebutt back at the base,” the SEAL said, “that you were sweet on Captain Alexa Culver. Is that true?”

Gage swallowed; he wasn’t going to deny it. “I am.”

“Okay,” Drummond muttered, “let’s get all fifteen of those speaker nodes set up if you can. We can use all the help and pre-warning we can get. And I want you wired up with a radio that has fresh batteries in there. We’ll have the ability to talk or click back and forth once you get into that cave. Give us the layout and anything else you find.”

“Got it,” Gage said. Relief shot through him. He wanted—no, needed—to do something! He had instinctively known that Unimog would turn and come their way. He also knew Alexa and those other women were in deep trouble—he just didn’t know how bad it was. His heart clenched in his chest as he freed his emotions for just a moment, allowing his love for Alexa to surface. He’d been fighting the feeling ever since he met her. No one fell in love at first sight. It was impossible. But he couldn’t ignore the feelings in his heart for Alexa, even though he knew it was far too early to say anything to her. They had to have time. And he wasn’t sure they’d ever get it.

Gage knew she would be changed by this experience in the caves, but he didn’t know how. He knew slave traders all too well, and he sensed that something terrible and deeply traumatic had already happened to her and the other women. He knew he would love Alexa no matter what had happened. He’d be there for her, damn it, one way or another. He’d help her get back on her feet because he was in for the long haul—if she’d allow it.

In a matter of minutes, the nodes were gathered and Drummond showed him how they worked.

“Don’t play hero in there,” he told Gage.

Gage hesitated. “I’m a sniper. I know how to stalk. If I see or hear something, I may detour, but I’ll be in radio contact with you if I do. Right now, you know we need eyes and ears in there.” He suddenly grinned, his teeth white against the blackness of the night. “Besides,” Gage said, his voice wry, “there’s no one better to do it than a Marine . . .”

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KINDLE:
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KOBO.COM
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/broken-dreams-22

iBOOKS/APPLE
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/broken-dreams/id1041987127?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

BN.com: always late, shows up a couple days after the pub date (1.2.16). Be patient, please.

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BLOG STOP DAY 3 BROKEN DREAMS by Lindsay McKenna

December 30, 2015

Hi Readers!
BROKEN DREAMS will be a controversial book, but it has all the action and romance you could want! Follow me as we move deeper into Alexa and Gage’s journey with one another!

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Excerpt:

“What can we do?” Alexa tried to steady her voice. When she was in the heavily armored cockpit of her A-10, she felt protected. Even if she made low, slow passes to strafe and destroy Taliban trying to overrun an American position, she still felt safe.
Here? In an Afghan village? She felt like a target was on her back. Gage Hunter was placing himself between her and the world around them, shielding her. A fierce sense of gratitude rose in her chest.
She wasn’t wearing a protective vest. In fact, her only weapon was a .45 pistol in a holster on her right hip. Alexa hadn’t been expecting this at all.

She heard a hollow thunk from the area around the wadi.

“Incoming!” Gage suddenly yelled into his radio, alerting the other Marines. Instantly, he turned, savagely shoving Alexa down onto the muddy soil and dropping, trying to cover her. It was an RPG, fired from a launcher by their enemy.”

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December 29, 2015

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“Captain Alexa Culver saw three soldiers ease from the bar, their eyes on her. She was going to say something when Marine Corps Sergeant Gage Hunter put himself right in front of her, standing there like the bristling, quiet alpha he was.

She stood near his right side and behind him. This wasn’t the first time she’d been hit on in a canteen at Bagram Army Base. As an officer, she had the rank, and Alexa was more than prepared to use it, but Gage, as if reading her mind, lifted his hand, opening it toward her.

“Let me handle this?” he asked, giving her a sideward glance.”

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“Gage Hunter tried to swallow his impatience. The SEALs had split up; he had moved with three of them to the other side of the ridge. They’d gone through the night fighting ankle to knee-deep snow. He was cold, his fingers numb, even with the protective gloves on his hands. The stars blinked above them in the night sky. It was 0400 by the time they’d gone down four thousand feet lower and onto another trail using their GPS.”

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