Booted from the army after sustaining a shrapnel injury that left him with a limp, Joseph “Kujo” Kuntz is angry with himself and the world, and forced to start over with the injured military dog “Six” that saved his life. Kujo accepts a job with Brotherhood Protectors in the Crazy Mountains of Montana, hoping to find new purpose and come to terms with his losses.
Following a lead that an ISIS faction is near Eagle Rock, Montana, training to launch terrorist attacks, FBI agent Molly Greenbriar thinks she’s on wild goose chase. She operating a drone, pretending to be a photographer for a GPS mapping company, when she’s attacked in the mountains and left for dead. Discovered by former military service dog Six and his owner, Molly is taken to the owner’s cabin where he administers first aid.
Now targeted by the faction, Molly is in danger. Kujo informs his new boss of the situation and is assigned as Molly’s protector until the team can neutralize the source of the threat. Determined to complete her mission, Molly accepts Kujo and Six’s protection and discovers an electric connection to the cantankerous former soldier. Together they struggle to locate the faction while fighting their burgeoning desire.
I love the Brotherhood Protectors, former military they grab my heart. This book takes that love a step further and adds a military working dog. Oh my heartstrings!
Joe ‘Kujo’ Kuntz has hidden himself away from the world, when he was medically discharged he lost his career, his friends and his dog. He’s about to start a new project when Bear and Duke show up with the news that his dog Six was up for adoption but has issues that caused him to be returned a couple of times. They also offered him a job with Brotherhood Protectors. Not that Joe was having any of it, well until he thought about it.
This is a favorite scene.
Kujo had only been in Montana for two days. After Bear and Duke’s visit to him in Colorado, he’d driven to San Antonio, where he’d spent a week filling out paperwork and convincing the trainers at Lackland he was fit to adopt Six, and that the dog and he were still a good match.
When he’d arrived at the kennels where the dogs were kept, he’d been hard pressed to keep his shit together. Since leaving the Army, he’d had nothing to do with dogs or the people who trained them. Nor had he been around men in uniform.
The range of feelings washing over him had kept him glued to the seat of his truck. He’d taken several minutes sitting in his pickup, gathering the courage he needed to face the very things he’d worked so hard to forget—the career he’d trained for, the dogs he’d loved and the only life he’d ever known.
When the sergeant in charge led him back to Six’s kennel, no amount of mental coaching prepared him for the rush of emotion that nearly brought him to his knees.
As they approached, Six sat at the back of the kennel, his tail curled beneath him, his shoulders slumped and the light completely drained from his eyes.
“He’s been like this since the people at his last foster home returned him,” the sergeant said. “Nobody can reach him. He’s non-responsive and completely shut down.” The man pointed to the full bowl at the corner of the cage. “He hasn’t eaten anything in three days.”
Kujo had to swallow hard several times before he could voice a command. When he finally could squeeze air past his vocal cords, all he could manage was, “Six, come.”
The dog’s ears twitched, and his nose lifted slightly as if sniffing the air. Kujo waited, afraid to say anything for fear of revealing just how devastated he was by the appearance of the dog that had saved his life.
For a long moment, the dog sat, sniffing the air. Then he rose up onto all fours, his tail drooping, and took a step forward.
Kujo opened the gate, stepped inside and pulled out of his pocket the old tennis ball he’d kept with his gear all those years. He squatted on his haunches and repeated, “Six, come.”
Six sniffed the air, his ears now standing straight, his body tense. One step at a time, he eased toward Kujo, limping slightly.
“He took a hit from shrapnel on his last deployment,” the sergeant offered.
Kujo barely heard the man. His attention remained on the dog, his gaze meeting Six’s, silently urging him to close the distance between them.
When at last he did, Six sniffed at the ball, took it from Kujo’s hand, and then he collapsed against him, whining, wiggling and cuddling until the weight of his body pushed Kujo over, forcing him to sit on the concrete.
Since then, Six had stuck to him like flypaper, refusing to leave his side.
From San Antonio, he’d driven all through the night, stopping only to put gas in his truck and to let Six out to stretch and do his business. Normally, he would have kept Six in a crate, like he had when he’d been in training or transporting him. But he figured they were both retired. To hell with the crate.
Six lay on the seat behind Kujo and occasionally stuck his nose over Kujo’s shoulder and licked his face.
The dog had picked up bad habits over the years he’d been away from Kujo, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered mattered was that he and Six were a team once again.
When he arrived in Eagle Rock, Montana in the foothills of the Crazy Mountains, Kujo had driven straight up to Hank Patterson’s house, introduced himself and asked if the job offer was still good.
Hank had welcomed him, given him a bed to sleep in for the night and briefed him the next morning about the work they were doing and his expectations of the people he hired to provide protective services.
At the moment, Hank was negotiating negotiating with a client who was coming to Montana in a few weeks and would need someone to work as a bodyguard. As all of his men were currently assigned, that job would be the one he’d assign Kujo. In the meantime, he could either stay with Hank, his wife and baby, or find a place of his own.
Kujo had gone out the next day and found a cabin in the mountains to rent. It wasn’t much more than one room with a bed, small kitchen area and an outhouse. He suspected it was someone’s old hunting cabin. The isolation suited him.
James, Elle. Montana Dog Soldier (Brotherhood Protectors Book 6) (pp. 38-41). Twisted Page Inc. Kindle Edition.
Okay so I was sniffling and hadn’t even made it to root of the story.
FBI agent Molly Greenbriar is using a drone to search for evidence of a terrorist training camp in the Crazy Mountains near Eagle Rock. When she runs into trouble it’s Six who finds her and Joe who gets her to safety.
Assigned to keep her safe, they quickly begin to make connections both for the job and personally.
A fast-paced, action packed, emotional, and sizzling read.
I am already starting the next book in this series, I just might be addicted.
5 Contented Purrs for Elle!
Click the Image for Buy Links and More!Brotherhood Protectors Volume 1
Brotherhood Protectors BDRR Unit Book 1
Award-winning author Elle James grew up as an air force military brat. She received her work ethic from her rock-solid father, her creative streak from her artistic mother and inspiration from her writing partner and sister, Delilah Devlin.
As a former member of the army reserves and a current member of the air force reserves, she’s traveled across the United States and to Germany, managed a full-time job, and raised three wonderful children. She and her husband have even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas) in the Texas hill country. Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird and live to tell about it!
Her adventures in the army and air force reserves, and the wild antics of her life on a small ranch in Texas give her fodder for mystery, suspense and humor in her writing. Elle writes gothic, paranormal mystery for the Harlequin Intrigue line and paranormal romantic comedy for Dorchester Publishing. A former manager of computer programming and project management professionals, Elle is happy she now has the opportunity to pursue her writing full time.