Project Morpheus Book 2
by Jillian David
Genre: Military Romantic Suspense
The Project Morpheus series: Military romance, steamy passion, and
The Morpheus Squad: Ultimate soldiers who hide in plain sight,
fierce protectors risking their existence for those they love... and
virally-altered, ticking time bombs.
Pele Tuitama’s Morpheus Squad mission infiltrating a Smoky
Mountain children's camp is FUBAR. He might be a virally-enhanced military
experiment, but augmented abilities won’t help him protect Reagan McNeill, the
most unsecure-able target imaginable. Sweet Reagan’s kisses and the possibility
of a future he should never consider, distracts his laser focus. If Pele can’t
keep Reagan safe from an evil adversary bent on revenge against the entire
McNeill family, then Reagan will die.
After a nasty breakup, Reagan doesn’t trust any man—or herself. Enter handsome
Pele, the world’s worst camp counselor. She doesn’t believe his story or his
motives. When overly-protective Pele draws her close and then rejects her,
Reagan is finished with games. Then the truth she learns rips open
recently-healed emotional wounds.
In order to escape through the mountains, Pele must share his deadliest secret.
To have a chance at their future, they must reveal their demons and pray for
acceptance ... and survival.
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“Pele, stop for a minute.”
She tugged his hands away. “See this here? You and me in the cabin? Doing
“We’ve rehearsed it
before. Spoiler alert: It ends with you making an excuse and then running out
“I had to go before.”
“Sure you did.” She waved
off his retort. “Look, you’re a great guy. But I can’t handle another
“I didn’t reject you,” he
“That’s not how it
appeared.” She crossed her arms. “Why are you here, now, Pele?” she said, not
caring if she made him uncomfortable. “What do you want?”
His jaw worked for a full
minute. The words came out raw, like he’d yanked them from his chest. “I want
you, Reagan. All of you.”
She sucked in a breath.
“Go on.” Was that sweat on his brow? Good.
“I would only want to ...
be with you, if you want the same thing.”
“Ti’o, you aren’t making this easy.” The
full weight of his deep, dark eyes fell on her. “You want specific?”
“If it was up to me, I
would strip you naked and taste every inch of your body before we have what I
pray to any god out there is a night of amazing sex where you are totally
satisfied. Multiple times.”
“Oh,” she exhaled, a
liquid heat pooling between her wobbly legs.
“Let me know if you want
“Tell me you’re not
playing me,” she whispered.
The edge in his voice made
her jump. “Not with this, Reagan.” He rolled his lips together, and she wanted
to lick him there. “But I will walk away if that’s what you decide.”
Her heart pounded double
time. Decision time.
She knew what her body
What about her heart?
“Reagan?” The harshness of
his low voice strafed raw nerves. “Should I leave?”
She rubbed her arms.
“That’s not what I want.”
“Okay.” His pupils dilated
until there was nothing but black in his intense gaze. “Then you tell me how
you want this evening to go. I will make what you say happen.”
Damn, he didn’t tiptoe
around. She drowned in his dark stare. Utterly sincere. Stark honesty.
Swallowing, she answered,
“I want us to be ... together. Completely. Um, but at the end of the evening, I
want you to still be here. With me. No running.”
He stepped forward, cupped
her face, and kissed her until her knees quivered. Breaking contact for a
moment, he growled. “Done.”
Snaking an arm behind her
back, he pulled her into his hard torso. She met ridges of muscle that flexed
beneath her fingertips. As he kissed her again, she matched his mouth, pressure
for pressure. Faster and harder, the kisses rained down on her. Somehow, she
ended up against a wall, with his hands planted on either side of her head,
Project Morpheus Book 1
Ex-Green Beret Jake Zimmerman’s Georgia
mountain seclusion is shattered when the one woman he should never have left,
pregnant Kiera McNeill, shows up on his doorstep. Her life is in danger, thanks
to a botched Morpheus Squad mission. If the nature of her baby is discovered,
evil forces will stop at nothing to capture Kiera. When Kiera learns of Jake’s
top-secret Morpheus Virus running through his veins, she realizes that her
protector is the deadlier threat.
Kiera knows the secrets of Fallen Comrades, a billion-dollar “charity” which
siphons donations away from wounded veterans and into the pockets of
power-hungry CFO Beau Lequire. Now her sadistic ex-boss, Lequire, wants
revenge. Her only chance of escape rests in the lethal hands of the man who
once rejected her: Jake. All she needs to do is suppress her feelings for Jake
long enough to destroy Fallen Comrades, stay alive, and save her baby.
FALLEN COMRADE Excerpt
Thanks to his tree-mounted security
cameras that made the system guarding the crown jewels look amateur, it took
less than ten seconds for Jake Zimmerman to identify the vehicle creeping to a
stop in front of his remote Blue Ridge, Georgia, cabin. Silver Hyundai Accent,
five years old, brand-new tires. No registration.
He cocked his head to the side. No whumps of an incoming government helo.
Sparks of adrenaline fired up his
nerves, lasering all of his senses on the intruder.
He ran the pad of his index finger
over the rough grip of the Sig nestled in his shoulder holster. How could
anyone find him? He’d buried his personal intel deeper than a black ops mission
With minimal concentration, Jake could
detect the ever-present multitool tucked away in a pocket and ready to go for
He peered at the … occasion … on the
He kept the house lights off. Control,
dammit. Drawing a hand over his face, he took several deep breaths. The
muscles in his neck clenched, refusing to loosen. The damned virus had started
to take over his brain again until his entire world narrowed down to one
No, damn it. He was not this …
Thanks to the top-secret Project
Morpheus he had volunteered for almost two years ago in Special Forces, the
darkness within Jake thrived on the anarchy that was his virally corrupted
Add in an uninvited visitor, and it
looked like tonight would bring even more fun for one of the U.S. Army’s
Did the person want to rob him? Jake
had no material items of value.
Well, he had a locket with a clip of
smooth auburn hair he should have thrown away long before now. Yeah, he was a
bastard for preserving the keepsake, despite being technically faithful to his
then-wife who did not have auburn hair. Could explain why he was no
So. What to do about the person
outside his house?
Wiping his hands on his black cargo
pants, he unholstered the Sig and crept to the front door.
The one person who knew he lived here
was Mateo, and Jake hadn’t seen his Special Forces buddy since Brady McNeill’s
Brady’s funeral. And one particularly
fucked-up night. Not in small part because of seeing Brady’s sister, Kiera.
Seen? A bland word for
the silky skin sliding over him and around him during their sweaty, heated
Since that night, nothing besides
Jake’s own misery mattered. Not his best friend’s death, not the Morpheus
Squad, his own emotional baggage. Nothing.
Which was exactly what he had now,
wasn’t it? Nothing.
Well, not completely. He had someone
casing his house.
He licked his lips.
The virus crackled through his nerve
endings. Mental processes turned to sludge. As unnatural strength and acuity of
his senses grew, his sanity ebbed.
What a time to skip an antidote dose.
Too late now.
He rolled his shoulders, upper back,
and arms. Each muscle popped as poorly contained rage swept through him,
turning him from Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde.
Sweat broke out on his forehead as the
On second thought, he could use a good
brawl. Stuffing the Sig back in his holster, he flexed his hands. Mr. Hyde
would much rather do this the natural way.
The hunched figure in the baggy jacket
trudged up the gravel driveway, halting gait a little short on one leg. He
couldn’t make out any other details with the hood casting a shadow.
Pressing his back to the wall next to
the front door, he listened. The virus strained like a chained dog tempted by a
Jake became a metal spring, coiled and
At a knock on the door, he didn’t
The spring inside of him tightened. Tick,
tick, tick. His body ratcheted down as tight as he could go.
A tap on the electronic keypad
outside. What the hell? The bolt turned
and the door cracked open.
The coil released.
About the Author
David is a rural family physician who lives near the end of the earth, writing
paranormal, suspense, and adventure romances with medical characters and
scenarios. She loves to use medical situations to drive drama. Her favorite
cell is the platelet and her least-favorite organ is the pancreas. She fully
believes that curse words, when appropriately deployed during surgery, are
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