Another Free Read from Cara Carnes! Double Tap – The Arsenal Book 2.5


Double Tap
The Arsenal Book 2.5
By
Cara Carnes

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This is a short, free read to help bridge some of the events after book 2, Sight Lines. And the continuing story arc in Blood Vows.

Dallas is so frustrated, every lead on finding his son becomes a dead end. As the Team returns home from the latest disappointment, Mary and Vi’s elation at having their men home is overshadowed by the sense of failure.

I love the support all of them have for Dallas, the determination never to give up the hunt.

This is a favorite scene.

But the tri-county didn’t much care about either Vi or her man. Jud had spent his life as an assassin in a covert organization. And her? Well, she’d spent her life holed up in operational theaters keeping good men like him alive for the sake of honor, country, and keeping everyone safe.

So her friends list was limited (though growing) and her family list was do-not-discuss. His was nonexistent, except for his family. They were pretty awesome.

Maybe they’d go to Vegas instead. She smiled at the thought.

“What are you laughing about?”

“Thinking we’ll go to Vegas for ours,” she whispered. “Can you imagine the Jensens in Vegas?”

Mary and Cord laughed. Vi joined in, because really, Jud’s parents would be hysterical in Vegas. She wished they’d stay at The Arsenal a while longer, but they’d be leaving in a few days. They’d planned to leave yesterday but decided another week would be a good idea. Then they could spend a bit more time with their grandson and son-in-law before they left.

Jud’s nephew Jacob was entrenched deep within The Arsenal. He and his dad were going up to Boston for a few weeks to get things sorted for his studies to continue down here while he worked on his dissertation. The nineteen year old was freaking brilliant.

The momentary bask in merriment watching the two moms offered was halted by the voice on the com. “They’re back.”

Without a word she, Mary and Cord rose. An ugly brew of regret, guilt and shame coated her insides now. She regretted not finding the right target zone, felt guilty she’d failed her teams, and she was utterly destroyed with the shame that she had no idea where to look next. She bit her lips and swallowed her dose of nasty.

Dallas Mason didn’t need any of the toxic emotions spoon fed to him, nor did anyone exiting that plane. They’d been through this before, several times. They never questioned her or Mary on targets. They’d trusted her with the where. Every. Single. Time.

And she’d failed.

Doc Sinclair had been working with her and Mary both on letting go, walking away and leading a more normal life outside the theatre. For the first time in a long while, she wanted to. She craved normal down time with Jud. And Mary wanted to nest. She’d mentioned heading up to San Antonio more than once, maybe shopping for baby clothes—not that she knew the sex. She and Dylan wanted to be surprised.

But there’d be no shopping in San Antonio. Not until they found Dallas’s son and had him home where he belonged. There’d be no normal because no one at The Arsenal was normal, nor would they ever be. They all lived to kick bad people’s asses. Hard, like only they could.

Which was why Vi suspected they’d be going wheels up to another target zone again just as soon as HERA spit out new coordinates. The entirety of The Arsenal (except for those missions they had to take) was focused on one mission—find Dallas’s son.

A smile swept across Mary’s face when they arrived at the makeshift tarmac and watched the team exit the plane. To say her best friend had missed her man was an understatement, one Vi understood because she’d missed the hell out of hers as well.

Even though The Arsenal had scores of operatives who could undertake the mission to find Dallas’s kid, there’d never been a discussion as to who’d go. All his brothers. All the team leads. Only Cord had grudgingly remained behind to help their latest employee Zoey guide the secondary missions.

All thoughts of the future missions to find Dallas’s son fled her brain when Jud prowled toward her. Anticipation, desire and love surged her forward, into his arms. Their mouths collided, a hungered union of tongues and lips that promised much more pleasurable activities would commence soon.

He smelled of wilderness, dirt and sweat. She sighed and inhaled the scents.

“Missed you like crazy, Viviana,” he whispered in her ear.

She smiled. Only he called her by her full name. “Missed you too, Jud. Come on, let’s go home.”

Home was a small cottage not too far from the building which housed the operational theatre. In time they’d likely relocate to one of the larger homes currently being constructed by Burton Construction.

The landscape of The Arsenal was changing in a big way. Cattle were in the process of being sold, houses for the Warrior’s Path were under construction.

Dallas was the last to deplane, as if a part of him refused to surrender the fact they’d left another zone without success. Her eyes burned as she made her way too him. Mary was already there, arms wrapped around him.

He’d never know the woman had spent most of the last few days puking into a bucket beside her computer within the operational theatre. Morning sickness sucked, mainly because it didn’t relegate itself simply to mornings. Mary was The Edge, though. She never quit or surrendered.

Neither did Vi.

Until they found Dallas’s son, they wouldn’t rest. Or stop.

“We’ll find him,” Vi said as she took Mary’s place and hugged him tight.
Cara Carnes. Double Tap (Kindle Locations 59-99). Heartscape Publishing. Kindle Edition.

There are other surprises in here as well. Dylan’s Mom and now Judson’s have been planning a plotting. Mary and Dylan were more than happy to surrender their wedding plans to his Mom, but now something is in the works and Vi and Mary can’t figure out what they’re up to.

I love all the little things in this one that form the bridge between Sight Lines and Blood Vows. Lots of emotion, and plenty of heat will have you turning the pages.

5 Contented Purrs for Cara!

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Cara Carnes
Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13. In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves traveling, photography and reading.

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