By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

She’s a kick-ass attorney.
He’s a bouncer with a secret.
When they meet, their passion is UNSTOPPABLE.

FURY

That one hurt. Bruised the ego. He moved on—and I moved out. But, I’m no whining woman. I’ve got goals to crush, cases to win for the Invincibles, and other men to bed. All I need to do is take a deep breath and count to three. Or in this case, uno, dos, Tres. Meeting a hard-bodied, irresistible bouncer of Spanish descent just might chase away these blues.

TRES

My time’s running out. Soon I’ll have to return home and face the chains of obligation that confine me. Then I meet her and she changes everything. I want her—in every way. But she can’t know the truth. She’s an attorney with laws to uphold. I can’t possibly let her down. After all, Hell hath no FURY like a woman scorned.

Ellison ‘Fury’ Storm former CIA and now Untouchables lawyer meets Tres the head bouncer at the Long Branch during a private party. The attraction is immediate, intense and I’m really surprised there wasn’t flames shooting out of my kindle with the heat and that’s just the beginning. These two enjoy a multitude of activities with plenty of sizzling scenes in between. After a dinner with Fury’s sister and parents Fury gets called to work. Vex’s brother is in need of a lawyer in Vegas. What she doesn’t expect is for Tres to accompany her.

This is a favorite scene.

I read through the report twice more, mentioning certain things contained in it to Tres. Nothing else was as significant as the gun.

Once we’d landed, I checked my phone, but I hadn’t received a response from Vex. Given I’d told him I’d let him know when we arrived, I called rather than send another message.

“Hey, Fury. I was just about to respond to your question. Sorry for the delay, but I was hoping to talk to my brother before I replied. I haven’t been able to, though.”

“Are you at the detention center now?” I asked.

“I am.” “I’ll head directly there.”

Vex thanked me before ending the call.

“I’m sorry about this,” I said to Tres. “You can check into the hotel if you’d like.”

He shook his head. “I would much prefer to accompany you.”

I found the discrepancies in this case increasingly troubling, so Tres would get no argument about going with me.

The seven-mile drive took over thirty minutes since there was no getting around the Las Vegas traffic— at least according to the driver of the car service. When I felt sure we’d been around the same block more than once, I squeezed Tres’ hand and looked out the window on my side of the car, then out the other. He squeezed mine after doing the same thing.

The next time the car stopped at a traffic light and we were four cars back from the intersection as well as in the middle lane, conveniently surrounded by semis, I saw Tres grip the door handle with one hand, while he grabbed both our bags with the other. When he opened the door and jumped out, I was right behind him.

We darted in and out of the stopped traffic, through one door of a coffeehouse, then out the other, then into a shopping center. Once I was certain we weren’t being followed, I called Vex.

“Where are you?” was the first thing he said when he answered my call. There was a frantic edge to his voice.

“Near the intersection of Charleston and Smith—”

“Do not attempt to come to the detention center,” he said before I had the chance to tell him about our strange experience.

“What’s going on, Vex?”

“There was an attempt on my brother’s life about thirty minutes ago. The entire place is on lockdown.”

“What’s his present condition?” I asked.

“He’s in the infirmary, but his injuries are not believed to be life-threatening.”

“Vex, do you believe Kruger is safe where he is now?”

“I’m not certain.”

“I reviewed the arrest report, and there isn’t a single mention of the deadly weapon your brother was alleged to have in his possession. I’ve already begun preparing a motion to dismiss.”

“I need to get him the fuck out of Las Vegas.”

I concurred, but I wasn’t certain of the fastest way to make that happen, outside of him being taken into federal custody.

“Have you been in contact with McKenna Walsh?” The woman, whose code name was Scottie, had been undercover with Vex on a recent mission involving infiltrating the Aryan Brotherhood of Texas.

At the time of the mission, she’d been on loan from the Department of Homeland Security. I’d recently heard the FBI hired her out from under DHS. I knew from the hot wash— or after-action briefing— that prior to the FBI swooping in, Vex had been pushing for the Invincibles to make her an offer.

“She’s on her way as we speak. Or will be.”

I raised a brow, not that Vex could see me. “When is she scheduled to arrive?”

“I ended the call with her when yours came in. She said she’d get on the road as soon as she could. I doubt there will be a hearing this afternoon anyway. I’m sorry about this, Fury.”

“Nothing to apologize for. This is my job. Tell me, is her intention to have Kruger taken into FBI custody?”

“If she can make it happen.”

“Does she have the clout to do it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Understood. I’ll check in with Hammer and see what he recommends.”

I looked up and saw Tres was also on his phone. Maybe he’d called Hammer since he worked for him too.

“Where did you say you were?” Vex asked.

“Long story, but I have a feeling the driver of the car service that picked me up may have a connection to whoever tried to kill your brother.”

“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m going to work on finding somewhere else to stay. If my suspicions are right and the driver was intentionally trying to keep me from getting to the detention center, or worse, it means whoever he works for likely knows where we planned to stay as well.”

“We?”

“Someone came with me. His name is Tres.”

“Tres from the Long Branch?” Vex asked.

“Yes.”

Vex didn’t ask any more questions, and I didn’t offer any explanation.

By the time my call ended, Tres was off his.

“I have arranged for another place to stay,” he said.

“Okay. Um, thanks.”

“Someone I know will meet us here and take us to the house.”

“House?”

Tres nodded.

No one would dispute the fact I was a control freak. Including me. Having Tres by my side, though, made me feel safe. His quick thinking when we’d jumped out of the car had impressed me. While it was hard for me not to grill him about where we were staying or who was picking us up, I came to the realization I trusted him.

“What are you thinking, mi tormenta?”

“How glad I am you’re with me.”

His face broke into a broad smile. “Your saying so humbles me.”

It was the second time he’d said something to that effect, and it was another thing I liked about him. The list was rapidly growing.

“He’s here,” Tres said a few minutes later. He led me out a side entrance, where a black SUV with heavily tinted windows waited. “Meet my friend Alejandro,” he said after we climbed into the backseat.

“Please forgive me for not exiting the vehicle. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

The man’s accent was similar to Tres’, and while I wondered how they knew each other, I didn’t ask.
Heather Slade. Furied (Kindle Locations 726-779). Unstoppables Team One Book One.

From the moment they get to Vegas things get weird. Then they get even more so as a few very interesting events take place.

There is something surprising on just about every page as the heat ramps up in more ways than one. We also get to see some of my favorite folks from previous books as the intrigue and suspense surrounding Tres unfolds.

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

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Heather Slade

USA Today and Amazon Top 15 Bestselling Author Heather Slade writes shamelessly sexy, edge-of-your seat romantic suspense.

She gave herself the gift of writing a book for her own birthday one year. Forty-plus books later (and counting), she’s having the time of her life. The women Slade writes are self-confident, strong, with wills of their own, and hearts as big as the Colorado sky. The men are sublimely sexy, seductive alphas who rise to the challenge of capturing the sweet soul of a woman whose heart they’ll hold in the palm of their hand forever. Add in a couple of neck-snapping twists and turns, a page-turning mystery, and a swoon-worthy HEA, and you’ll be holding one of her books in your hands.