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It Only Took a Moment for Him to Know She Was His
Navy SEAL Kane McNamara has his mission. Four potential terrorist targets in Oman. His job is to keep everyone safe and try to figure out where al-Qaeda will strike next. Guarding an International Music Show is on the bottom of Kane’s list until he meets the woman organizing the event, then all bets are off. She’s fun, feisty and their chemistry is off the charts.
Has She Finally Met Her Match?
A.J. Lancaster has never met anyone like Kane. Nobody’s ever given her this much crap or been this much fun. Her job doesn’t give her a spare second to think, but she’ll make time to flirt with the most interesting man she’s ever met. The fact that he’s insanely gorgeous in that rough mountain man sort of way might also be why she’s taking a minute to enjoy some man candy.
It’s Turning Deadly…Fast
Soon Kane, A.J., and the rest of the Night Storm SEAL team realize the music show is the next target. When bullets fly, it’s down to Kane and his team to stop al-Qaeda’s plans, and Kane must ensure that the stubborn woman he loves stays alive so they can have their chance at a happy ending.
The Night Storm Series is a kind of continuation of the Black Dawn Series, in the terms of they are both SEAL teams and they tend to intertwine at times.
In this first book we see both teams as they rush to beat the clock to prevent a major terrorist attack. Problem is they’ve found there are four potential targets all of international importance.
The Night Storm team is front and center in this book as we get to know the team members. First up is Kane, he is the computer and electronics guy. He also was at one point CEO of his own Tech company, gotta love tech geniuses.
One of possible targets is the Eurovision Song Contest, an international venue with millions of viewers world wide. The event being held in Oman will have the televised semi finals and the Grand Finale live. Anticipated attendance for the live event in the thousands.
It’s at this venue that Kane meets AJ, one of the executive producers who handles all the behind the scenes activity.
This is a favorite scene.
“Where’s our contact?” Kane wanted to know. “Don Salise was supposed to meet us at the entrance twenty minutes ago. He has both of our cell numbers, and nothing. He hasn’t picked up when we called. Seems like a bust.”
“I don’t know, but we’re definitely getting a lay of the land,” Asher pointed out as they stepped over a bunch of cables that attached to spotlights pointed at one of the side stages. “Hopefully we’ll get to see last year’s winner, but it’s Reka, who’s doing the presenting that I want to meet,” Asher said. His voice was hopeful.
Kane shook his head as bagpipes and an electric guitar mingled with a trombone that grated worse than nails on a chalkboard while Asher spouted nonsense about people he couldn’t care less about.
“I hear they’re going to be filled to capacity,” Asher said.
That caught Kane’s attention.
“You have to be kidding. There is no way thirty-four-thousand people will cram their asses into the heat of this stadium to watch this train wreck.”
“He’s not kidding.” A laughing redhead said as she appeared in front of them. Her face was devoid of make-up, but she didn’t need it. The dark auburn strands made her laughing blue eyes glow. “This is bigger than our Super Bowl.” She smiled again. “Can I help you?”
“We’re here to see Don Salise,” Kane answered.
“He told me about the potential issues,” she said vaguely. “Why don’t you follow me to my trailer, and we can discuss specifics.”
“And you are?” Kane asked.
She laughed again. “Sorry, I forgot. I’m A.J. Lancaster. Don is the producer and I’m just a lowly executive producer. But it’s my job to herd the cats.”
“Wait a minute, are you telling me that executive producer is below producer?” Kane asked.
“Yep,” she answered with a smile. “Don’t expect anything to do with show business to make sense.”
“Good to know. It’s kind of the same thing with us,” Kane said. “I’m Chief Petty Officer, Kane McNamara and this is Petty Officer First Class Asher Thorne. Don’t let the Chief fool you, we’re still lowly enlisted men.”
“It’s nice to meet you, gentlemen. Let’s get to my trailer so we can get down to business.”
“Herding cats, huh? Sounds like you’re the one with the big job,” Kane said as he and Asher followed her across to a motorhome. He fell back a half a step on purpose so that he could check her out. She was taller than most of the women he was used to. She was wearing worn blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a pink cartoon shark logo on the front. What the hell was Baby Shark? However, he did approve of the biker tactical boots she was wearing. He’d spotted at least ten women wearing heels on grass— with a ridiculous amount of construction site hazards, the boots were nice to see that despite the cartoon shark, A.J. had some sense.
When they got into her trailer, she sat down at the miniscule kitchen table and waved them into the other seats.
“Uhm,” Kane started as he looked dubiously at the teeny tiny seating. “I don’t think we’ll fit.”
She laughed. It was the kind of laugh that made you want to join in. In this little space he was even closer to the pretty redhead and he saw a smattering of freckles across her nose. They were adorable.
“You’re right, what was I thinking? Python is the only one I tell to go sit on the couch. He’s an older music producer who has kind of let himself go,” she said diplomatically.
“We saw him,” Asher said. “He’s working with a new group this year?”
“Yes, Heaven’s Demon Dream.”
“Where the hell do they get names like that?” Kane demanded. “What’s more, what was with all those girls hanging off him? They’re not actually providing sexual favors to have him manage their group, are they?”
A.J. threw up her hands. “Hey, I’m not the morality police. First, let’s get very clear on this point. They are women, not girls.” Her blue eyes narrowed as she continued. “Second, one of those women is in her thirties.”
“You’re making that up,” Kane said.
“Nope. Here’s the third point, not that this is any of my business, but I happen to know they were one of the hundreds of groups that chased him down. And lastly, we don’t know what is going on in his trailer behind that closed door.”
“Still—” Kane began.
“Don told me you’re both Navy SEALs, right?” When Asher nodded, A.J. continued. “Are you telling me that some women don’t try to get into your pants because of your job?” She crossed her arms across her chest.
Kane gave a small grin. “Okay, point taken.”
“Is he always such a prude?” A.J. asked Asher.
“He just doesn’t want anyone taken advantage of,” Asher defended his teammate.
“You know, I’m right here,” Kane glared at his friend.
A.J.’ s eyes twinkled up at him. “Glad to hear it’s not prudishness, that it is caring. I think we’ll work well together.”
Kane shifted on the little motorhome couch. “What happened to Salise?”
“Don? He’s putting out fires with the executives. He told me that you have some security concerns, and I’m the one who liaises between security, talent, producers, and executives.”
“Where do you fall on the food chain?” Kane asked.
“I might just be one of the lowly producers, but I’m a predator, not prey,” she said confidently. When Kane just raised his eyebrow, she elaborated. “Don is the overall Producer for this event. There are eight other Executive Producers involved, but he’s the true power.”
“So instead of lowly producer, you’re one of the executive producers?” Kane asked.
“Oh, I have an E.D. title, but I just do a little of this and a little of that. That’s why I’m the liaison. Before I have you start with the head of security, I need to better understand what kind of threat you’re worried about. The Eurovision Song Contest itself gets at least four threats a week, mostly from disgruntled viewers about who is scoring well. Ed, our Captain of Security, has someone specifically tasked to handle the threats that come on-line. Occasionally we will have someone sneak on site and leave physical notes or ‘gifts’ for different performers. The last time this happened was Tuesday. Ed’s team immediately shut that shit down and caught the fool.”
“So, we need to talk to Ed,” Kane said.
A.J. leaned forward on the little dining table. “Nope, I’m the gatekeeper, and you won’t be walking around this event or meeting with Ed until you explain what’s up.”
“So besides herding cats and doing this and that, you’re the hammer?” Kane chuckled.
“I like to think I’m a velvet hammer.”
Her smile was breathtaking.
“We have it on good authority that your contest, along with three other sites in Oman, are currently being considered as a target by terrorists.”
A.J.’ s smile dimmed, and she sat up straight. “Terrorists? Like the Boko Haram, al-Qaeda or ISIS? Those kinds of terrorists?”
He and Asher nodded. “Now can we talk to Ed?” Kane asked.
“It’s still a ‘no’. I need to better understand how good your information is before we see security.
Caitlyn O’Leary. Her Ruthless Protector: Night Storm, Book One (Kindle Locations 491-550).
This is just the beginning as time starts running out. Black Dawn heads one way, Night Storm another as this heats up.
Then of course there’s Kane and A.J. I really got a kick out of him trying to guess her full name. These two are great together.
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Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.
Her Series Include:
It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.
This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.
This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.
She loves to hear from her readers. email@example.com