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Yes. FINALLY. The last chapter in the Dangerous Ground series is out!
As I posted elsewhere, winding up a series is kind of a mixed bag. In this case, there's a considerable sigh of relief. I DID IT! But it's also bittersweet because I
love Will and Taylor and because Dangerous Ground was/is my second oldest series. The first book came out in 2008 through Loose Id. (Remember that one -- I think it was the first time we--YOU--crashed the LI site) :-D
There's also a fair bit of pressure in winding up a series. Especially such an old series where readers have had way too much time to think about the various final scenarios
they want. Main plot lines have to be wound up, but yet there has to be a sense that life goes on for these people. You don't want that feeling of fictional characters who end when the final page of a book is turned. Even though, ahem, these are fictional characters who...well, I won't say end, but who are marking time until the next Christmas coda.
**NOTE: If you purchased through Amazon, but haven't authorized your account to automatically update, there's a possibility you don't have the latest updated version. The final version of the novella has an epilogue. So if you don't have an epilogue, you'll want to go into your kindle account and click the update button.
BLURB:
It’s a good problem to have: more business than they can
comfortably handle on their own.
But with resources already overstretched, the last thing
former DSS agents and newbie security consultants Will Brandt and Taylor
MacAllister need is another client—and the last thing Will needs is for that
client to turn out to be an old boyfriend of Taylor’s.
Sure, Will has always known Taylor had a wild past, but he
was kind of hoping he’d never have to sit down and have a beer with it. But
golden boy Ashe Dekker believes someone is trying to kill him, and Taylor is
determined to help, no matter the cost.
It’s a bit of a jolt to have Taylor for once totally
disregard his feelings, but Will is equally determined that “the cost” won’t be
their relationship—or Taylor’s life.
EXCERPT
They went through the reception area door, crossed the hall,
navigating ladders and cans of paint, and stepped into the boudoir-pink room
that would ultimately be Will’s office. Their building space had previously
belonged to a bridal shop, and the walls were painted in delicate shades of
peach and pink. Pastel wallpaper borders featured parasols (why parasols?)
and wedding cakes and lovebirds nibbling gold bands. None of which projected the
appropriate YOUR SAFETY IS IN OUR HANDS! vibe—or even, in Will’s view, a
reassuring preview of marriage.
They were hoping to have the renovations finished before the
end of the year, but the holidays turned out to be an unexpectedly busy time
for contractors. Most of the work at American Eagle was having to be done after-hours—and
at a premium price.
Will closed the door to his office. He kept his voice low. “Okay,
listen. Dekker is a friend, and I understand that you want to help him, but this
is clearly a case for the sheriffs.”
“Sure,” Taylor replied. “That doesn’t mean we can’t take a
look around, ask a few questions.”
Will didn’t trust that reasonable tone. “Yes. If that’s all
you’re talking about. Because we’ve got to be realistic. You know as well as I
do, we’re not in a position to take on another client.”
Taylor shrugged dismissively. “If you don’t want to take Ashe
on as a client, that’s okay with me. I wasn’t planning on billing him. I’ll handle
this as a favor. In my spare time.”
This was exactly what Will had feared. Taylor had not only
already made his mind up, he was busily working out the details before they
could even finish identifying what those details might be.
He tried very hard to keep his exasperation from showing. “What
spare time? You don’t have spare time. Neither of us do.”
“What’s your point, Will?” Taylor rested his hand on his
canted hip, and studied him with cool, green eyes.
That—in fairness, unconsciously—cocky posture, that skeptical
really? stare, were the reason so many people longed to punch Taylor
five seconds after meeting him. It wasn’t really who Taylor was. Or rather,
yeah, the confidence, the cynicism, were facets of his personality, but not the
main facets, and not traits he typically turned on Will.
Obviously, this was a unique case, and Will needed to
respect that. Which he was trying to do.
He said, “All I’m saying is, doesn’t it make more sense—isn’t
it better for all of us—if we direct Dekker back to the sheriff’s department?
And if you don’t feel like that’s enough, we can refer him to another—”
Taylor cut him off. “Uh-uh. We’re not referring him
anywhere. Ashe came to me.”
“I know that. That’s why I’m saying—”
“I gave Ashe my word that if he ever needed help, I’d be
there. I didn’t say, if you ever need help, I can refer you to someone. I
promised I’d be there for him.”
“I get that.” Will did. It would be unreasonable to be
irritated with Taylor for making those kinds of promises years before they’d ever
met. He wasn’t irritated, and he definitely wasn’t jealous—he didn’t
think—but Christ, Taylor could be so bullheaded.
“Do you?” There it was. That hint of cynical smile. “Because
that’s not what I’m hearing.”
“What you’re hearing is me trying to work out what’s going
to be best for all of us. We’re not bodyguards—”
“We’ve handled plenty of protection details, so don’t give
me that. What’s your real beef?”
“My real beef is not two hours ago we landed the kind of job
we’ve been hunting since we left the DS, and we both know we don’t actually
have the manpower to carry it off.”
“So we’re going to be stretched thin. We should be used to
that by now.”
“So, taking on another job—one that’s liable to be as
time-consuming and distracting as this one
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sounds—is not smart.” He shook his
head.
“It’ll take a day. Two at most.”
“You’re dreaming.”
“The hell. You think I can’t handle tracking down this Zamarion
guy?”
“Of course I don’t think that. But come on, you know what
this is going to be. Chasing smoke in the wind.”
“I know.”
“Then you admit it’s not an efficient use of our resources.”
Taylor opened his mouth, and Will added, “And while we’re on
the topic of resources, I thought you were frantic to pay Richard back? Just
this morning you said again how much you didn’t want to be in debt to him. Which
is all the more reason not to take on a pro-bono gig that’s liable to
jeopardize the first job we’ve had that might allow us to start paying off that
debt.”
Everything Will was saying was true, so it was maddening to
have Taylor keep looking at him with that skeptical expression like…what?
What did think was really motivating Will?
“I see,” Taylor drawled. “If David Bradley came to us for
help, you’d just give him the name of a good local firm and send him on his
way?”
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