(Elite Warriors Book 1)
For decades the US Marines funded a top-secret unit known as Elite Recon. A deadly group of men and women sent to infiltrate dozens of countries completely undetected. Mission objectives so extreme casualties were not only probable, but expected.
The current batch of operatives had returned from hundreds of assignments unscathed…until one mission went horribly wrong. Several men lost their lives and the group disbanded. The remaining leathernecks were scattered in the wind with new identities.They were told to blend in. Be normal.Or face being forever silenced just like their fallen brothers.
Now, two years later, each living member of the group is kidnapped and given a chance to make things right. But this time they’re no longer under the thumb of Uncle Sam. A mysterious private backer who knows about their past has brought them back together. No longer are they forced to turn a blind eye to the lost and forsaken.
Duty is their salvation.
A new life. A new future…Elite Metal.
Bound by Steele - Jennifer Kacey and Anna Alexander
Chrome's Salvation - Jennifer Kacey
Adamantium's Roar - Anna Alexander
Pure Copper - Heather Long
Sterling's Seduction - Sabrina York
Platinum's Choice - Rebecca Royce
Mercury's Poison - Saranna DeWylde
Forged in Silver - Roxie Rivera
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He was single.
She seemed single.
It wasn’t too long ago when he used to know how to actually talk to a woman to get her out of her panties, and he was pretty sure he could remember how to do that for the right person.
The chick slowly moving away from him, digging in her purse surely for her keys could definitely be the right person.
He wouldn’t know unless he actually cut the silent and deadly act and went and talked to her.
He turned on his heel, moving back toward her, and he picked up the pace to try to get to her before she got to her vehicle. The lights on an SUV blinked when she hit a button on her remote control.
The tiny prick on the back of his neck shot so much adrenaline into his system, all of his training came out in an explosion of instinct.
He swept his leg out behind him, dropping one of his attackers. But that was it. His brain kept telling his muscles to move but as if in slow motion he hit the ground.
Whatever drug pumping through his system was effective if not lethal.
Another masked man dressed all in black stepped next to him just as a van pulled up beside him.
No squealing tires. No sound at all. Pure silence surrounded him.
The door opened and two more men, dressed similarly piled out, lifting him into the confines of the unmarked vehicle. The first man grabbed his bag, which had fallen to the ground and flung it in next to him. He climbed in, shutting the door behind himself.
Chrome wanted to ask questions, he willed his mouth to move but he couldn’t get his lips, much less his vocal cords, to cooperate.
He’d had this drug before. His responses—he’d experienced them before.
His team had been chemically trained to resist the effects of most muscular paralyzers. In their line of work the government had spared no expense.
Most anyone else would have already been unconscious. But he fought just as he was trained to do.
The van moved but he couldn’t see anything but sky after they pulled out of the parking garage.
Another prick in his arm registered and he huffed out a breath. It was the only displeasure he could register before darkness sucked him under.
His eyes flicked open and closed as he tried to retain consciousness.
The crackle of a radio made its way past the fog trying to overtake him.
“Chrome secure. ETA thirteen hours.”
They found me.
Whatever torture was coming, whoever thought they could break him to get what they wanted… They were shit outta luck. He’d go to his grave before he talked. Resignation filled his mind.
He always knew his enemies would find him eventually. Or the government found someone fast enough to dispose of him.
They were quicker than he expected.
The sleeping face of the little girl, and the tear-stained eyes of the woman he’d wanted flashed in front of his eyelids.
He was glad they were the last people he’d ever see.
And no matter what was coming he’d be dead within a matter of days.
Thank God it’s finally over.
Relief settled deep inside.
Blackness seeped into his mind and for the first time, and hopefully the last …he didn’t fight it.