Friday, March 6, 2015
Freefall by JoAnn Ross
High Risk #1
Sabrina is heading back home to South Carolina after the hotel she worked at in Italy got bombed. Her grandmother had died recently and Sabrina got everything. She finds out that her grandmother Lucie and Sabrina's best friend Titania had decided to open a tea room at the tea plantation.
Zach Tremayne is out of the Navy SEALs and is working construction for his father. Sabrina had a teenage crush on Zach and threw herself at him but he gently rebuffed her. At the time he was 20 and she was 16, Zach was not ready for a relationship. But he is now and he wants Sabrina. She wants him too.
Someone broke into her house and scared her. Zach is concerned because the sheriff has found a couple of murdered women. Is someone after Sabrina? Slimy Brad Sumner is coming around wanting to buy the plantation.
I really liked this book. It was full of romance and suspense.
From the author:
Seeking refuge and determined to pull her life back together, Sabrina Swann returns to the sleepy Southern island of her childhood summers. The last person she expects to encounter there is Zach Tremayne, the boy who stole her heart when she was a girl. There's a haunted look in his eyes that makes her wonder what kind of man he’s become.
Zach Tremayne can’t forget the horror he saw in his last battle in Afghanistan as a Navy SEAL. Now home on Swann Island, he’s surprised to realize he can feel anything again, never mind the sudden sure of desire for this woman from his past.
And when together they discover danger waiting in Swann’s shadows, the woman who is desperate for peace and the man who has sworn off war will realize they are willing to do anything, risk everything, to protect a love neither saw coming...
Swann Island, South Carolina
In her dreams, Hallie Conroy was married to a hottie heart surgeon who could have graced the cover of any of the romance novels she devoured like Godiva truffles. Together they lived with a pretty four-year-old princess who looked like her, a six-year-old ball of energy whose dazzling smile -- an echo of his father’s -- could make her forgive his youthful transgressions, and a shaggy English sheepdog named Nana who could have stepped right out of Peter Pan.
Her suburban home was tastefully furnished with pieces handed down through the generations of her family. A family that, like so many others on Swann Island, traced its roots back to the American Revolution.
In her dreams, Hallie’s life was blissful. Beyond perfect.
In her dreams, Hallie wasn’t in a cage.
She heard the crunch of tires on gravel. The sound of a car engine cutting off. One door opened. Then a second.
Her heart sank.
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the steel bars, and although it had been a very long time since she’d believed in that hell-and- brimstone vengeful God she’d been taught to fear as a child, Hallie prayed to survive this night.
Excerpt from Chapter 24
Plan A -- which had been to land safely, climb the mountain and call in the bombers to blow up the tango stronghold -- was shot.
Plan B -- to use the helo as a shelter, was no longer an option, given the flames. Plus, there were so many holes in the metal sides, Zach figured the Chinook looked like a giant camouflage-painted colander
Which left them with Plan C.
Evacuate the bird before she blew.
If the enemy is in range, so are you.
There is no second place in a gunfight. Winners kill, losers get killed.
With those SEAL maxims ringing in his head, Zach leaped off the ramp.
And - damn - landed in a snowdrift up to his crotch.
They'd crashed in a clearing, allowing the bad guys to shoot from a hidden bunker dug into the mountain.
Hell, the day his team couldn't take out one enemy bunker was the day Zach would trade in his kick-ass cammies for a school crossing guard's uniform back home on Swann Island.
The air was filled with the fruity aroma of cordite and the overwhelming scent of pine oil from the bullet-shredded trees as he charged through the snow, unloading the magazine of his M4 in a continuous burst. . .
"Are you all right?" A voice managed to make itself heard through the gunfire.
Dragging himself out of the all-too-vivid memory, Zach found himself looking down into Sabrina Swann's concerned green eyes.
"Because you seemed to sort of spaced out."
Busted. He rotated his shoulders, which felt as hard as boulders. Shit. He was royally screwed. Not knowing exactly what had happened, he figured there was no point in lying.
He rubbed the heel of his hand against his chaotic heart. "For how long?"
"Don't worry." Her hand was on his arm, her light touch soothing. "It was only a second. And since Harlan received a phone call at the same time, no one noticed."
Across the room, the doctor was talking on a cell phone while his wife looked on, her expression resigned.
Zach might be in the library of a Southern mansion, but his blood was still as cold as if he were back in the Afghan mountains.
You. Will. Not. Disintegrate.
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