Since you can buy the Mammoth Book of Special Ops Romance now, I thought I’d better post a snippet. From Shoot to Thrill:
Miranda rolled onto her back and flopped like a fish, too spent to care what was on the ground with her. Besides, if it wasn’t safe, Gabriel wouldn’t have let them stop here. So she let herself rest despite the adrenaline that urged her exhausted form to keep going.
She’d sprinted before. She’d just never tried to sprint for more than a mile before, and sustaining that impossible pace far beyond her limits probably meant her body was going to present her with one hell of a bill in the morning.
But one group of lunatics wouldn’t cause swaths of humanity to die in a particularly horrible way now, and that was something. Although most of the band of radicals who’d held her hadn’t been in the building that just burned down. Which meant she was going to have to get up again.
“How much of a head start do we have on them?” Miranda managed to ask.
“Not enough.” Gabriel finished his study of their surroundings, slid something back into what she thought of as his bat belt and reached down to take her hand. It closed around hers, warm and strong and comforting, despite the fact that it was there to get her back up on her cramping legs. “The plan was to light up the target from a nice, safe distance. Since we jumped the gun, we’ll have to evade pursuit while we get to the extraction point and wait for pickup.”
“Right.” Miranda let him pull her to her feet. That put her standing closer to him than the usual rules of personal space dictated. Not that she minded. He was bigger, faster and stronger than she was, and he was keeping her safe from bad guys. She had to fight the impulse to move even closer, as if that would make her safer. “Do you do this sort of thing often?”
“It’s not just a job. It’s an adventure.”
He delivered the military recruiting line deadpan. The unexpected humor startled a laugh from her. It sounded a little dry and rusty, but she hadn’t had much to laugh about lately. It felt surprisingly good. “Thanks.”
“For helping you commit arson?”
“That, too. But I meant, thanks for the laugh. It’s been a while.” She realized her hand was still in his and belatedly tugged it free. “And thanks for getting me out of there. I didn’t expect to be rescued.”
“You can thank me for that when you’re safely on your way home,” Gabriel said. “Right now we’re in the middle of nowhere being chased by armed and angry men. This is a rescue in progress.”
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