Retribution – Dogs of War Book 3 By J.M. Madden

Retribution
Dogs of War Book 3
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
J.M. Madden

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The Dogs of War have rescued American servicemen from research camps run by the Silverstone Collaborative. Now it’s time for the company, and it’s owner Damon Wilkes, to pay for what they’ve done. Wulfe Terberger is the man to bring them to justice.

With the cooperation of the CIA and a covert informant, they begin taking down the conspirators, but Damon has disappeared, and kidnapped his own son to hold as protection.

Elizabeth Wilkes has stayed in her sham of a marriage only for the sake of her son, but when her soon-to-be ex bastard kidnaps her child, all bets are off. She’s been working behind the scenes for years to secure her company and her son’t future, but it’s time for her to come out of the shadows to take control.

That also means reconnecting with Wulfe. They were an item years ago and now she needs his help if she is to get her son back. As they chase Damon down, Wulfe and Elizabeth have to fight the attraction they feel for each other…

Since the men broke out of the hell that was the research camp, Wulfe has been instrumental in getting them where they are now. In the last couple of books he’s been a bit of a mystery as he works behind the scenes in Washington. He hasn’t heard from his informant and he’s very worried. In this book we find out the who and the why.

Elizabeth Wilkes is the major shareholder in Silverstone, not her soon to be ex Damon. She’s now going to have to come out from behind her own research and shutdown all the bad Damien’s created.

Apparently Damon has his own ideas as he takes off with their son and his bodyguard. Leaving Elizabeth distraught and seeking help from the only person she knows can help, Wulfe.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

Wulfe took the seat beside hers, propping his arms on the counter. “I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to tell you,” he said honestly.

Elizabeth reared back like she’d been slapped. He had the information, obviously, but refused to tell her? “After all this time,” she breathed, looking away. Somehow this betrayal hurt more than any of the others, because Wulfe had always been in her corner. He’d never treated her the way everyone else thought they had a right to.

The change was shocking. More shocking, actually, than anything else that had happened recently. If he wasn’t going to give her any information, then he probably wouldn’t help her find her son, either. The despair that swamped her then was enough to drown her. Closing her eyes, she did everything she could to tamp down the panic trying to take her over. Panic wouldn’t do anyone any good, especially her son. The longer they sat here not doing anything the further away her son could be traveling. Damon had vast resources, thanks to her. He could be heading to the end of the world right now, and she would be none the wiser.

Wulfe touched her shoulder, and she glanced at him. Taking a breath, she forced down the hurt. Her son needed her. “I understand why you don’t want to get involved, but I have no one else to turn to. No one else has the resources to figure out where he’s gone. You know things and can get things done.”

“I never said I wouldn’t help you,” he growled, baritone voice rumbling. His German accent deepened when he was aggravated. His heavy black brows furrowed over his eyes. “I have to be careful though. Look at it from my position. We’re in the middle of taking down a company that has been testing on servicemen from a dozen different countries, all financed by your husband. You’ve been married to him for many years, quietly working on your own projects in the background.”

She scowled. “Are you seriously going to compare my endeavors with Damon’s? I don’t think we’re anywhere near the same playing field.”

“Probably not,” he agreed easily, “but from an outsider’s perspective looking in, you were working at the company every day. You’re on the board and listed as Director of Research. People will assume that you know everything that goes on there. Including the forced research with the Ayahuasca.”

Elizabeth blinked, knowing he was probably right but not sure how to change that perception. The position that Damon had put her in was highly suspect, and she wondered if he hadn’t been planning this for when it would all come crashing down around him. No, she didn’t think he had any idea that things would fall apart like they had. He’d been too distracted recently.

“So, what can you tell me?” she asked finally. “Are all of the men you rescued going to survive?”

He frowned as if the question surprised him. “They should, yes. Some have injuries that will keep them in the hospital for weeks, maybe months, but they should all recover.”

Again, he stared at her for a long moment, his dark blue eyes probing. “When is the last time you saw your son?”

Her throat tightened with emotion again. “Last night when I checked on him before bed. I kissed his cheek and told him to plug in his cell phone. He tends to use the thing until the battery is completely flat, which leaves it useless.”

Wulfe nodded. “Then?”

“This morning I woke up and I thought he was just sleeping in a bit. His tennis teacher doesn’t come until ten so I didn’t begrudge him the extra time. Then Lukas called me. Damon wasn’t answering his phone. I knew something was wrong, because he always answers his phone, even on the weekend. I went up to the bedrooms and I could tell there was stuff missing from the closets. There was cash taken from the safe in the master bedroom, and the game system Blake likes to play was gone from his console.”

Wulfe scowled. “When could he have done this?”

Elizabeth looked away. “I assume early this morning. I sleep on the other side of the townhouse in the mother-in-law space. I dozed off on the couch and I didn’t hear anything. All of his security men are gone, as well as Blake’s personal guard.” Wulfe slipped off the stool and moved to stand at the expansive windows on the opposite side of the apartment. The city lit him from behind and she was struck with how big he looked. Protective. Strong. He had to help her because she had no one else.
Madden, J.M.. Retribution (Dogs of War, Book 3 (The Dogs of War) (pp. 7-9). Kindle Edition.

It wasn’t too difficult to find where Damon was hiding out,  Elizabeth’s son Blake and his bodyguard Noah were capable of helping out a bit.

So many things happen in this book, we learn so much more about Wulfe and his relationship with Elizabeth. There’s plenty of emotion, action, laughter suspense and tears.

Plus we get to  see everyone from the previous books as more and more pieces come together, and the attraction between Elizabeth and Wulfe grows exponentially.

I really can’t wait for Catalyst to be released!

5 Contented Purrs for J.M.!

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J.M. Madden

J.M. Madden writes compelling romances between ‘combat modified’ military men and the women who love them. J.M. Madden loves any and all good love stories, most particularly her own. She has two beautiful children and a husband who always keeps her on her toes.

J.M. was a Deputy Sheriff in Ohio for nine years, until hubby moved the clan to Kentucky. When not chasing the family around, she’s at the computer, reading and writing, perfecting her craft. She occasionally takes breaks to feed her animal horde and is trying to control her office-supply addiction, but both tasks are uphill battles. Happily, she is writing full-time and always has several projects in the works.

She also dearly loves to hear from readers! So, drop her a line. She’ll respond.

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