Tackle – K19 Security Investigations Book 9 By Heather Slade

K19 Security Solutions
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade


She’s the only thing he can’t TACKLE


I can handle anything.
That’s why they call me “Tackle.”
Kidnappings, plane crashes, whatever life throws at me,
Nothing gets the best of me.

But Sloane is the one thing that weakens me.
I can’t resist that smile, that charm, that body.
Too bad she’s off-limits,
Or at least should be.
She’s my best friend’s kid sister,

But she’s no kid.
She’s all woman now,
And when it comes to her,
I am one weak man.


I’ve loved him since high school.
Tackle is more than my brother’s best friend,
He’s my long-time, knee-weakening crush.

After one night, I can’t possibly get enough.
But I want more than this forbidden love affair.
I want the whole nine yards.
So what’s it going to be,
My brother or me?
Can I TACKLE this man once and for all?

This book starts with a prelude to bring us up to date after the mission that ended in the plane crash. Tackle, Halo and Onyx are all alive but Onyx is in a coma the other two are getting better every day.

This story begins as Halo and Tackle head home. They are met at the airport by their parents and Halo’s sister Sloane. What everyone doesn’t know is that Tackle has been more than a little in love with Sloane since he took her to her prom. She was too young then but now maybe things can be different.

Halo decides to head to the hospital where Onyx is being taken, while Tackle decides to continue on home. First he wants some time with Sloan, and fortunately they both have the same idea. What they share is intense but instead of it becoming more, Sloan takes off. Something else happened that Tackle needs her to know but she’s blocked his number.

Sloan has much to think about and she’s sure if she gets involved with Tackle her brother will kill him. Other than that her brother also repeated a conversation he had with Tackle regarding a woman. Now as Tackle tries to help an ex-girlfriend in trouble, Sloan see it as something more.

Tackle has gotten more and more frustrated with Sloan’s avoidance of him. Things get a bit interesting when he and Halo get more than a little drunk and Halo calls Sloan for a ride.

By the end of the night, I’d had too many beers, listened to too much bullshit, but felt better than I had in months. “We should call a cab,” I said to Halo, who was just as lit as I was. “I’ll come get my car tomorrow.”

“Nah, I called Sloane.”

“Say what? You called your sister? She’s sick, asshole.”

Halo shook his head and took another swig of his beer. “She said she felt better.”

“It’s snowing, and it’s two in the morning. God, you’re a jerk.”

“What’s your problem? Have you forgotten all the other times Sloane picked us up from this very same bar?”

Had she? I guess so. Damn, I was just as much of a jerk as he was. “She know I’m with you?”

Halo looked over at me with scrunched eyes. “Who the fuck else would I be with? I’m beginning to think you got some kind of brain damage when that plane crashed.”

“I’m taking a cab.” I pulled out my phone to call one when I saw a familiar car drive up.

Sloane didn’t look at either her brother or me when we climbed in: him in the front seat, me in the back.

“Tackle said I was an asshole for calling you, sis. Forgive me?”

“If he’s as drunk as you are, I’d much rather you call me than try to drive. Then, you would be an asshole.”

My eyes met hers in the rearview, and I wished so much that we were alone and I could get her to talk to me. I rested my head against the seat and closed my eyes, remembering in vivid detail— which was surprising in my inebriated state— how every inch of her body looked naked. “God, Sloane,” I groaned.

“Tackle!” I heard her yell. “Wake the hell up and get out of the car.” I raised my head and saw she was parked in front of my parents’ house.

“Sorry ’bout this,” I said, reaching over the seat to pat her shoulder. Halo was slouched up against the passenger door, mouth hanging open, and snoring. “And I’m sorry about the condom.”

“What did you say?” she asked as I was opening the door to climb out.

“I sure wish you hadn’t left that day,” I slurred, suddenly realizing I was a lot more drunk than I’d thought. I looked back over at Halo to make sure he was still asleep, and touched her neck with the tip of my finger.

When she shuddered and leaned her head against my hand, I knew she wished she hadn’t, either.

“Take him home and come back.”

She moved away from me. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“You know you want me again, Sloane. Just as much as I want you.”

She turned and looked at me over the seat. “You’re off-your-ass drunk, Tackle.”


“Get the hell out of my car.”

When she turned around to face the front again, I could see the glimmer of a smile. I moved her hair out of my way and put my lips where my fingertip had been.

“Where are we?” groaned Halo, trying to sit up.

“Unblock me,” I whispered before getting out of the car and watching her drive away.
Heather Slade. Tackle (Kindle Locations 683-711). K19 Security Solutions Book Nine.

One very important fact here, Tackle says something very important to her that she ignores, much like the blocked texts that have that information as well.

There are many ups, downs and twists in this story and plenty of sizzle too. We even get to see Halo with Tara.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series!!!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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Heather Slade

My books are filled with things that bring me joy: music, wine, skiing, families, artists, and cowboys. Not always in that order.

I’m an Amazon best-selling author, and a PAN member of Romance Writers of America. I speak, teach, blog, am an executive sommelier, and all-around entrepreneur.

I grew up an east coast girl, and then spent half my life on the west coast. Now my husband, our two boys, and I happily call Colorado home.

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