The Angel and the SEAL
the Mystery Angel Romances series. An angel hidden in every book
waiting for you to figure out who . . .
nerve-gas formula from Syrian terrorists. Naval Intelligence believes
MacKay's teammate was a traitor and shipped the stolen formula to his
sister in the states for safekeeping. MacKay is given orders to find
the sister before the terrorists do and to retrieve the stolen
formula at all costs.
Mt. St. Helens afloat after her brother deserted her to join the SEAL
Teams. Cory's whole world dives into a tailspin when Sean MacKay
shows up at her resort with the news of her brother's death and the
wild suspicion her brother may have sent her traitorous classified
documents. No way will Cory trust MacKay—the man who once seduced
her and then vanished into the night without a trace.
Mac had almost made it back to his cabin when he heard Garth’s frantic bark again. The sound hadn’t come from the lake, and Garth wasn’t out hunting night critters as he had earlier suspected. This bark echoed from the area near the barn.
“Garth!” Mac hollered into the night.
Two harsh barks burst in rapid succession from the dog. A long, piercing howl swiftly followed.
Worried the dog might be in trouble, Mac sprinted for the barn, surprised to find all the doors shut. He heaved one of the large double doors open, and Garth bounded out, almost knocking him over.
Mac stepped into the darkness of the barn and called out, “Vern? You in here?”
He squatted down to Garth’s level and suffered a couple face licks. “How did you get shut up in the barn?” He ruffled the dog’s ears and noted the big canine appeared slightly unsteady on his feet. “You okay, boy?”
Garth wagged his tail, and Mac led him out into the moonlight for a better look. A scream ripped through the night air and stopped them both.
Mac hauled ass for the main house with Garth huffing hard alongside, already winded and laboring to stay on Mac’s heels. Something had happened to the big dog, but he couldn’t worry about that now.
The two tore through the border of the side garden. Mac spied the kitchen door to the main house standing wide open and raced that direction.
A second scream sliced through the air. This one sounded closer to the front of the house, and Mac changed course to race in that direction. Garth stayed straight and bounded through the open kitchen door as Mac cleared the front corner on the house.
He stumbled when he caught sight of a man in dark clothes and a black hoodie half-carrying, half-dragging Cory down the front steps with a knife to her throat. Mac skidded silently into the rhododendron bushes lining the porch. The assailant hissed over his shoulder to someone behind him.
Okay. Two tangos.
A wolf-like howl echoed through the house, clearly audible through the open front door. A heavy thud, a scream of pain, and vicious snarling erupted in rapid succession.
Mac had backup. Garth had made it inside.
Tango One still clutched Cory. Hearing the scuffle inside, he twisted around to see in the front door, and his knife edged away from her throat. That was all the distraction Mac required. Streaking from his cover, he grabbed Tango One’s knife arm and slammed it down hard on top of his thigh. The weapon flipped to the grass at their feet.
Cory screamed, “Mac!” then elbowed Tango One hard in the gut and broke free.
“Run, Cory! Go get Vern!” he hollered and ducked as Tango One straightened and swung a fist at Mac’s head.
Mac backed up a step as Tango One swung again, then leaped on the assailant’s back as the man lunged for his dropped knife. The sounds of struggle inside the house continued, a man’s pain-filled wails punctuated by Garth’s wolf-like snarls.
Mac choked Tango One as his fingers grazed the knife handle, then yanked him backward and threw him down. Mac hammered his right fist into Tango’s jaw and buried his left fist in the man’s gut in the ancient one-two punch. The guy was strong—almost as strong as Mac—but when Mac grabbed the target’s hair and smashed the outside of his elbow into the guy’s temple, the assailant sagged to his knees. Mac snatched off the black hood, and Tango’s head snapped up to glare at him.
Mac would know that ugly mug anywhere. He had been ordered to study surveillance photos of the bastard often enough. A yelp sounded inside the house, followed by a loud gunshot and a scream of rage from close by. Mac did the unforgiveable and took his eyes off his target. Cory hadn’t run as he had ordered, and she bolted up the steps and into the house.
“Cory, no!” he roared.
No Cowboys No Angels
No Angels for Christmas
|Petie McCarty, Author|
Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—"The
Most Magical Place on Earth"—where she enjoyed working in the
land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales
by night, including her new series, The Cinderella
Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to
write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time
writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and
her cozy-mystery-with-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.
Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
who made a cameo appearance in No Angels for Christmas.
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