Hi everyone!
This week will be devoted to excerpts from the three books we have presented during this month! We vill start of with The burning star and then we will give you excerpts from Big bad bite and secret manoeuvres on Wednesday and Friday as well. Happy reading!
Jessie Lane´s Social Websites:
 |
| RELEASE DATE IN FEBRUARI 2013 |
Excerpt from Secret Manevuers by Jessie Lane
I had just been medically discharged four years earlier due to a bullet to the knee. Apparently the Army thinks you can’t be a fully functioning badass Ranger if your knee cap is replaced with a few metal bits. Which makes them entirely cracked in my opinion. It’s not like I was the tin man and they had to keep my loaded in body oil. So after a crap load of physical therapy, energized by nothing more than my dogged determination to still be all that I could be, I was out of my soldier’s career, and walking around in civilian life with nothing fun to do. Suddenly I’m approached by a couple of guys that make spies working for the CIA look like complete amateurs. With one question, they had my complete attention. “Would you like to serve your country in ways you’ve never dreamed were possible?”
Can I get fries with that order of what the fuck? With a few well placed questions like, “Who the hell are you?”, and “What’s in it for me?”, next thing I know, I’m signing the dotted line to hand my life over in ways the Army never owned it.
Fingerprints? Who needs ‘em? Let’s wipe the records of those suckers off the face of the earth so they’re not an issue for later. Fake ID’s needed for undercover jobs? No problem. Weapons and ammunition? Step over to what we like to call Toys ‘R’ Us for grown men. Pick a weapon, any weapon.
What are the catches? Well now that you asked - we own you. As in you don’t take a crap without our sanctioning first. Might as well go ahead and accept that. You have an initial six year contract. No way out of it but going six feet underground. Or wherever else your body may be dumped. Never ever talk about the team.
On paper, you are a privately funded Special Operations Team hired out for hostage rescue, high target bodyguards and security specialists. Yes, you will take the occasional side job to help keep up this public opinion. Off paper, you are the U.S. government’s go to guy. In other words, if we can’t legally send someone in to do the job, we’ll send you in instead. That way if you fuck up, we cannot be held responsible for your actions.
Can I get fries with that order of what the fuck? With a few well placed questions like, “Who the hell are you?”, and “What’s in it for me?”, next thing I know, I’m signing the dotted line to hand my life over in ways the Army never owned it.
Fingerprints? Who needs ‘em? Let’s wipe the records of those suckers off the face of the earth so they’re not an issue for later. Fake ID’s needed for undercover jobs? No problem. Weapons and ammunition? Step over to what we like to call Toys ‘R’ Us for grown men. Pick a weapon, any weapon.
What are the catches? Well now that you asked - we own you. As in you don’t take a crap without our sanctioning first. Might as well go ahead and accept that. You have an initial six year contract. No way out of it but going six feet underground. Or wherever else your body may be dumped. Never ever talk about the team.
On paper, you are a privately funded Special Operations Team hired out for hostage rescue, high target bodyguards and security specialists. Yes, you will take the occasional side job to help keep up this public opinion. Off paper, you are the U.S. government’s go to guy. In other words, if we can’t legally send someone in to do the job, we’ll send you in instead. That way if you fuck up, we cannot be held responsible for your actions.
BLURB
Some mistakes from the past haunt us forever...
One 'dear John' letter haunts Bobby Baker's every living moment. It’s the letter he stupidly wrote to his high school sweetheart, Belle, right after he left to join the Army. The letter that he told her that he wasn't so sure if they were ready for forever yet. But before he can let her know that the letter, and his second thoughts, are nothing but a mistake, she up and disappears from the small Georgia town they were both raised in.
One 'dear John' letter haunts Bobby Baker's every living moment. It’s the letter he stupidly wrote to his high school sweetheart, Belle, right after he left to join the Army. The letter that he told her that he wasn't so sure if they were ready for forever yet. But before he can let her know that the letter, and his second thoughts, are nothing but a mistake, she up and disappears from the small Georgia town they were both raised in.
Unless fate steps in with a second chance...
Fifteen years later, Belle unknowingly walks back into Bobby's life when her job as an ATF Agent forces her to work with a group of men secretly headed by the CIA to help her track down whoever is involved in funneling black market weapons to a drug cartel in Mexico.
Bobby will use this mission to try and soothe Belle's hurt feelings while proving to her that their love is still meant for forever. He'll use every dirty trick he's learned since he joined the Army to maneuver her back into his life for the long haul. But Belle's not making it easy as she keeps him at arm's length in the hopes that mistakes of her own never come to light.
Fifteen years later, Belle unknowingly walks back into Bobby's life when her job as an ATF Agent forces her to work with a group of men secretly headed by the CIA to help her track down whoever is involved in funneling black market weapons to a drug cartel in Mexico.
Bobby will use this mission to try and soothe Belle's hurt feelings while proving to her that their love is still meant for forever. He'll use every dirty trick he's learned since he joined the Army to maneuver her back into his life for the long haul. But Belle's not making it easy as she keeps him at arm's length in the hopes that mistakes of her own never come to light.
No comments:
Post a Comment