Romantic Suspense and Thriller

Swift Strike By Loren Mathis

Friday, October 03, 2014

Hello RomCon Readers!

I’m Loren Mathis and I’m a new romantic suspense author. I grew up in a rural town in eastern NC. I went to college at UNC. I am grateful that I’m now able to pursue my dream as a writer, and to share the characters who roam around my head with you.

Swift Strike is the second novel in my “SEAL Team 14” series. It is a standalone novel so the first book does not have to be read in order to enjoy this installment. The SEAL Team 14 series focuses on an elite group of U.S. Navy SEALs.

Blurb:

HIS MISSION

Ensign Jesse Denison and his comrades on SEAL Team 14 have a new assignment:  rescue a group of civilian hostages who have been kidnapped by a rogue terrorist cell in central Somalia. Little does he know, this seemingly innocuous rescue mission will change his life forever...

HER HEART

After she is rescued by Navy SEAL Jesse Denison, petroleum engineer, Lena Westlake, can’t get the handsome, brooding soldier out of her mind. Despite their intense attraction to one another, Lena doesn’t have a reason to believe that the two of them will meet again after her rescue.

NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS


When Lena is attacked again by the same terrorist cell mere days after her first rescue, Jesse comes to realize that this terror group has a broader, deadlier agenda than just oil production disruption in Sub-Saharan Africa. An agenda that includes the acquisition of a cutting edge weapons technology developed by Lena's father...

Will Jesse be able to save the woman he has grown to love before it's too late? Or will Lena share a similar death as his former girlfriend, another woman he could not save…

Excerpt:

“Zaida ya kivuli,” the man barked out in a low, gritty voice. Jesse didn’t have a freaking clue what language the guy was speaking in. Jesse was fluent in Arabic, but the words falling out of the militant’s mouth were definitely not Arabic.

“Don’t move an inch,” Jesse commanded, raising his Sig Sauer P228 a notch higher. He repeated his directive in Arabic. It was going to be a tough shot. Lena’s head blocked all but a quarter of the shorter man’s face. “Slowly, put the knife down and step away from the woman.”

“Zaida ya kivuli,” the man recited the words again before saying the more familiar, “Allah Akbar.”

A soft anguish-filled sob escaped Lena’s lips. Her eyes widened with fear, sweat rolling down the sides of her face. Then the militant moved his wrist. The movement was so slight as to be almost imperceptible, but he was ready for it.

Jesse did not hesitate to pull the trigger. He took the head shot. The whole tragic ordeal was over in a matter of seconds.

Slumping to the ground, the knife slipped from the man’s lifeless fingers. Jesse sprinted toward Lena who’d also collapsed to the floor in the aftermath of the shot.

Dropping to his knees, he reached for her. His hands swiftly skimmed her face and neck to see if she’d somehow been injured in the shooting, checking for a heartbeat. His eyes closed in relief when he felt the persistent thudding of her pulse against his fingertips.

Slipping a hand underneath her head, he touched her shortened locks. Those assholes had apparently chopped off her hair. Luckily, she hadn’t been harmed by his shot. She was drenched in the blood and brain matter of her captor, but she didn’t have any visible bullet wounds or lacerations. She still lay unresponsive, but she had probably fainted from the stress of the situation.

“Jesse, we have got to hustle, man,” Luke intoned quietly from somewhere behind him.

“We’ve got about seven minutes to make it back to surface and to the boat.”

Glancing at the tall, shadowy figures behind him, Jesse saw that his teammates were now posted like sentries just outside of the door. They were attentively monitoring the area, ensuring that no AnSawar members could get the jump on them.

Carefully reaching his hands under her legs and waist, Jesse began to lift Lena’s body up into his arms. And then, her eyes flickered open. Her mouth dropped open in a silent, startled gasp. Those freshly opened eyes expanded in alarm as she took in his ninja-like garb.

“It’s okay,” he reassured her, holding out the palms of his hands in an appeasing motion.

“It’s okay. We’re U.S. Navy SEALs, ma’am. We’re here to bring you home.”

Jesse watched as her eyes watered, brimming with unshed tears. And then something he wasn’t expecting happened. She hugged him. As weak as she had to have been, she buried her face in the side of his neck and held on to him like she would never let him go.

“Thank you. Thank you,” she softly sobbed against his skin, the hot tears now leaking out between her closed eyelids.

“Shh. It’s okay now, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmured, gently hugging her back before lifting her up into his arms. Her arms stayed firmly wrapped around him as he carried her from that dark lair and out into the light.


Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Swift-Strike-SEAL-Team-Book-ebook/dp/B00NU7VXG0


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