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Decked – The Invincibles Book 1 by Heather Slade


Decked
The Invincibles Book 1
By
Heather Slade

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Going back home changes everything…

He’s cocky, funny, and a little bit grouchy…

Freelance contractor for security and intelligence, Decker Ashford’s a rugged and tough ranch manager with a brain to match. But when a woman dies in his arms on a dark road, Deck’s hellbent on uncovering the mystery behind her death.

She hung up her cowboy boots for city-slick stilettos…

Determined to leave the ranch behind, Mila Knight sets off for life in Boston without a second glance at the hay-baling world she grew up in. But when her sister’s death brings her back to town, she’s determined to unearth her family’s hidden secrets.

Relying on each other may be harder than they realized…

As Mila and Deck search for answers, their chemistry ignites. However, the last thing Mila wants—or needs—is to get pulled back into small-town life. But when her sister’s killer sets eyes on Mila, Deck will do anything to save her. Can Mila trust her heart and stay when she’s determined to walk away?

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Decker Ashford is the manager of King-Alexander Ranch. If you’ve been reading the other series by Heather Slade you’ll recall this is Z and Quint’s ranch.Decker is returning from England, mulling over a possible partnership in a new security company venture when he discovers a woman in a ditch at the side of the road. When the woman dies in his arms he takes on investigating her death.

Mila is happy with her life in Boston, she has her teaching and her apartment while small was homey, then she finds her contract wasn’t being renewed for the fall semester. Adler, her landlord and friend takes her out so she’s not alone and just when she’s starting to feel better a phone call changes everything.

Adler makes the arrangements for her to travel to Texas to identify her sister’s body, not realizing things were about to change in his friendship with Mila.

It’s Decker who meets Mila at the airport, and he pretty much ignores Adler. But what really catches Adler’s attention is that Mila doesn’t flinch away from Decker’s touch.

This is a favorite scene.

I went outside but I didn’t see Adler. A few seconds later, he walked out from the other side of the building.

“Where were you?” I asked.

“Making a call.”

Why was he being so short with me? It was so unlike him.

“If you need to get back…”

“What about you? Is there any reason you need to stay here?”

I stared at him. Was he serious? I folded my arms.

“What?” He reached out to touch my arm, but pulled back.

“You didn’t even ask me about Sybil.”

“Right. Um. Sorry. Distracted. It was an important call. Are you doing okay?”

“Am I doing okay? Adler! I just walked into a morgue and saw my dead sister lying on a metal table under a sheet. No! I’m not doing okay!” I dissolved into tears, and when he tried to comfort me, I pulled away.

“I’m sorry, Mil. I don’t know what else to say.”

I looked at him and shook my head, but before I could say anything more, Decker came out of the building.

“There’s been a change of plans.” He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. “Mila, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but the house in Bluebell Creek is a crime scene. There won’t be any access to it until the sheriff gives his okay.”

Adler made no secret of the fact he noticed that I didn’t flinch or pull away when Decker touched me. I couldn’t explain my reaction— or lack of reaction— myself. Decker Ashford, a man I barely knew, made me feel safe. Was it just his kindness? Was it that he took charge in a way that didn’t threaten me but, instead, made me feel protected? Or was it because all those years ago, he’d done the same thing?

“The sheriff asked me to bring this to you.” Decker held up a bag.

“What is it?” “Your sister’s effects.”

I looked into his eyes. “I don’t know what to do,” I whispered.

“Take your sister’s stuff, and we’ll go back to Boston. When the sheriff says it’s okay, we can come back.”

I looked over at Adler and then back at Decker. “How long do you think it will be?”

“It’s difficult to say.”

When I turned back to Ad, he was studying something on his phone. “There’s a flight in two hours,” he mumbled. “If you hurry, we can catch it.”

Decker took a step closer. “If you need a place to stay, there’s a guest house at the ranch.”

“The ranch?”

“King-Alexander. It isn’t too far from here.”

Adler was still preoccupied by his phone. Here was a man I hadn’t seen since I was a child, and barely knew then, being kinder to me than the man who had been one of my closest friends for the last four years.

“If you’re sure,” I said to Decker.

“I’m sure.”

“Give me a minute?”

He nodded and stepped away.

“I’m staying here. At least until they can determine my sister’s cause of death.”

Adler finally looked up from his phone. “I don’t see the point, Mil. Whether you’re here or at home, isn’t going to change anything. Let’s get back to Boston, and when there’s something more you’re needed for here, you can come back.”

“Something more I’m needed for? Adler—” God, I couldn’t even talk to him. Needed for? Her sister was dead. I had a funeral to plan, a burial, and then I had to figure out what to do with my grandfather’s house. Wasn’t any of this dawning on him? “I’m going to stay, but you should go home.”

His eyes opened wide as though something I’d said surprised him. Again. I was stunned by his insensitivity. Had he always been this way and I just never noticed? Or had I noticed and just overlooked it because it had always been easier just to accept that Adler was always around, always doing things for ne?

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“I’m sure you’d be welcome to stay at the ranch.”

Adler grabbed my arm. “No, Mila, I’m not staying at the ranch or anywhere else. I’m getting on the next plane to Boston, and so are you.”

“Let her go.” Decker stalked over to them and got in Adler’s face until he dropped my arm. I hadn’t noticed before how much taller than Adler he was. He had to be at least six feet five, maybe more.

“This is our ride,” Adler said when a car pulled up. He’d called a car service? Was that what he’d been doing? “Are you coming with me or not?”

“I’ve told you more than once that I’m staying here.”

Adler looked at me and then at Decker, who stood next to me with his arms folded.

“Last chance,” said the man I’d believed to be my friend. When I shook her head, he climbed into the back seat of the waiting vehicle and slammed the door.

I stood where I was until I saw the car round the corner.

“Ready?” Decker asked.

“I’m sorry about what you just witnessed. He isn’t usually like that.”

Whatever Decker said in response, I couldn’t hear, and I didn’t care. It was hotter than hell, I was exhausted, an emotional wreck, and my sister was dead. Adler Livingston, for all I cared, could go fuck himself.
Heather Slade. Decked (Kindle Locations 348-392). The Invincibles Book One.

I was really happy with Mila’s attitude towards Adler after seeing her sister’s body. He was insensitive and rude, which proved to me I was right to dislike him from the start.

On the other hand, Decker was kind and sympathetic and offered her a place to stay. The fact she lets him touch her is major, that she feels safe with him, even better.

There’s many questions about Mila’s family especially her father. But also about Adler and his parents. I’m not sure I like Deck’s partners in Invincible Security but we’ll see. Actually the only one who gets to me is Rile…yeah it’s gotta be why he got that name. They are necessary in figuring out what happened to Sybil.

Lots of twists and turns as the pieces start coming together, as well as a few scary moments. I also loved the way Deck and Mila’s relationship grows from simmer to sizzle.

I can’t wait to see who Heather pairs up in the next book in this series.

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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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Monk – K19 Security Solutions Book 5 by Heather Slade


Monk
K19 Security Solutions Book 5
By
Heather Slade

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His lips are sealed, but she’s screaming for more . . .
Silence is his most dangerous weapon…

K19 Security Solutions partner, Rhys “Monk” Perrin works hard and keeps his mouth shut. Doing what he’s told, when he’s told, Monk’s missions are the most perilous and extreme. After all, he’s riddled with guilt from years ago that’s left him numb and dangerous. But when he meets his partner’s older sister, Saylor Sharp-Davis, Monk realizes there’s more to fight for.

She talks the talk, but fears the walk…

Saylor is no stranger to the life of private intelligence operatives, growing up with one of K19’s senior partners for a brother. The majority of the danger she’s faced was at the hands of her ex-husband. And when she encounters Monk and his gentle touch, she craves it again and again. But she’s not about to let down her guard.

The enemy is closer than they realized…

When Saylor’s life is threatened, Monk is hellbent on protecting her—refusing to lose another person he loves. But circumstances are tearing them apart, and time is running out. Will the strong, silent savior finally say what he wants?

While each book in the K19 Security Solutions Series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.

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Monk and Saylor have been featured a bit in all the books to date. In this one we get to see how their relationship develops.

Now it hasn’t been an easy path at all, Saylor is a single mom and her daughters are everything to her. Her ex is in prison and her brother, Razor, does his darnedest to keep him there.

Monk doesn’t talk very much, hence the nickname. I have to tell you he gets downright chatty around Saylor though.

This is a favorite scene in Part 1 of the book, it’s the first interaction with Saylor and the girls.

“I am seriously outnumbered,” Razor said, walking over to the picnic table where Ava was still chatting with the girls and their grandmother.

“You could invite Monk to join us,” Saylor suggested. “He already did,” said Monk, walking out of the woods and startling her.

“I told him we needed a cook,” Razor explained when Saylor looked back at him.

“Chef.”

“Right. Mom, meet Monk. He’s a chef, and Saylor has a mad crush on him.”

“Monk, this is my mom, Sally.” Razor introduced them.

After shaking her mother’s hand, Monk turned toward Saylor and winked. “I already know who you are,” he said, repeating his words from their phone call.

Saylor put her hand on her heart and smiled.

“Oh my God,” she mouthed at her brother, not really trying to hide it from anyone, including Monk.

—:—

“You’re pretty,” Monk said to Razor’s sister as he took a drink from his insulated water bottle.

“So are you.”

He smiled and looked over at the two girls. “Razor says they’re yours.”

“That’s right.”

He turned his head back toward her. “They don’t look anything like you.”

“I used to have blonde hair just like theirs.”

“Really?”

She laughed. “Hell no. Do I look like I used to have blonde hair?”

He shook his head; she was smirking. She’d caught him off guard, and not many people did. He liked it.

“Heard their dad’s in prison.”

“That’s good to hear,” said Saylor as she reached over, took the water bottle from his hand, and brought it to her lips. “I don’t keep track.”

He looked into her dark brown eyes. She had smile lines at the corners. He liked that too. He looked down the length of her, not hiding that he was, and then took his water bottle back and had a drink himself.

When he felt his cell vibrate, he handed the water back to her and pulled out his phone. He read what was on the screen and then looked over at Razor.

“I hate to cut the party short, but we need to leave,” the man said, without Monk needing to say a word.

Saylor stood, as did her mother. “Time to go, girls,” she said, hustling her daughters toward Ava. Monk watched Saylor hug the woman that he and Razor were keeping safe. After she did, Sally and the two little girls hugged Ava too.
Heather Slade. Monk (Kindle Locations 274-296). K19 Security Solutions Book 7.

What starts out as a no strings relationship, quickly begins to be more. The problem is both Monk and Saylor are afraid of commitment.

Many twists and turns in this relationship, primarily caused by Monk’s job. Plus the fact that in spite of all the talking they do they aren’t totally communicating.

With Saylor keeping quiet about something she’s doing and Monk finding out from Doc and Merrigan instead of her, just adds more difficulty.

As Monk holds vigil over Onyx, who’s in a coma from the plane crash, Saylor’s ex manages to get parole. Then even more fun begins.

There’s fun, romance, suspense, sizzling heat and so much more!

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

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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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Shadow – Military Intelligence Section 6 Book 4 By Heather Slade



Shadow
Military Intelligence Section 6 Book 4
By
Heather Slade

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Will the cowboy’s love for the secret agent
become a shadow of a memory
or will fate bring them back together?

Darrow Whittaker has always felt irrelevant in her family of dukes, duchesses, and MI6 agents. She found the aristocracy a bore, but being a part of Her Majesty’s Secret Service was something she’d dreamed of since she was a child. When she’s given the opportunity of a lifetime—to begin MI6 training in England—she knows she has to leave behind the rugged cowboy in Texas who took her breath away. Why does following her dreams also mean shattering her heart?

Quint Alexander knows his way around the ranch. After all, it’s all the cowboy has ever known. He’s content and fulfilled, until he meets the fiery and driven Darrow, and everything changes. Suddenly he finds himself daydreaming of another kind of life—one in which he allows his own aspirations out from where he’s kept them buried. For the first time, Quint is thinking about forever, but can he find it with a woman whose life is based on the other side of world?

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This book follows Darrow’s role in every book to date as it takes us through her story.

I really enjoyed reading about her time in Texas, where she gets the nickname Shadow from Quint. A full day spent with him when Wren is sick, turns into a fun night at the Long Branch. One that doesn’t quite end the way Darrow would have liked.

A turning point for them is going to the rodeo where Quint is competing.

This is a favorite scene.

Darrow checked her watch for the fourth time in as many minutes. It was a little after seven. Quint had said they’d leave at eight. Maybe she should wheel her trunk out to the porch and wait there. Or would that make her look too anxious? Thank God Wren had suggested she wear jeans. She probably wouldn’t have and what message might that have sent?

“Argh,” she growled again. Why was she doing this to herself? If only she hadn’t had dinner with Quint that night, she wouldn’t be so nervous now.

“Everything okay in here?”

Darrow sprung off the bed when she saw Quint standing in the doorway. “Fine. Everything is fine. Are we ready to go? Sorry, I should’ve wheeled my trunk out. I don’t know what I was thinking. You know, maybe I should—”

As she talked, Quint walked over until he was close enough to put a finger on her lips. “I will take care of your, uh… trunk. No, you shouldn’t have wheeled it out. We aren’t leaving for another half hour, and breakfast is ready and waiting in the kitchen. Before you say anything on that subject, I want you to know that Tee-Tee brought over some of her breakfast burritos earlier, and they’re being kept warm in the oven. Okay?”

His finger was still on her lips, so Darrow nodded.

“Finally, I want you to know how glad I am that you’re going along this weekend. The other thing I want you to know is that I’m sorry the stupid way I acted has resulted in you being so nervous around me.”

“I’ve always been nervous around you,” she whispered when he moved his fingers away.

“I’m even sorrier for that.”

“Quint? What happened that night?”

For a minute, Darrow thought he was leaving when he walked over to the bedroom door. Instead, he closed it and then came back to stand in front of her.

“I had an amazing time with you that night. Better than any other night I can remember. You yourself told me that you were here in part because your previous relationship ended. If I hadn’t backed off, I might’ve done something neither of us were ready for.”

“I wanted you to.”

He reached up and cupped her cheek. “I know you did, and while I didn’t handle it right, we’re both better off now because nothing happened between us then.”

She took a step back. “I’m worried it’s going to happen again.”

He reached out and took her hand in his. “I promise it won’t.”

“What is this, exactly? Am I going to the rodeo to help with the team? Or am I going with you?”

Instead of answering, Quint brought his other hand to her cheek and looked into her eyes before bringing his lips to hers. What started off as a soft, sweet kiss, quickly became harder, more heated when Darrow put her arms around Quint’s neck and kissed him back.

He didn’t pull away until they both heard Wren’s footsteps in the hallway.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked, resting his forehead against hers.

“Pretty much. Can we go eat now?”
Heather Slade. Shadow (Kindle Locations 1032-1034). Military Intelligence Section 6 Book Four.

So much happens in this book, it is emotional and fun with suspense and their simmer to sizzle relationship will have you sniffling.

Darrow is funny, loving and intelligent. Qualities that for some reason most of the males in her life don’t seem to see. She has also been influenced by a comment made by one of her professors at Oxford and that becomes pivotal in this book.

It’s her relationship with Quint that actually leads to some life changing events for her. I loved seeing her brothers Thornton ‘Shiver’ and his wife Orina ‘Losha’, and Sutton ‘Wilder’ with Wren in this book, Axel ‘Pinch’ is also very involved in this story along with Esland ‘True’ Darrow’s best friend. There is also Doc and Merrigan from K19 in this one and mentions of Burns and Leech. Oh, I can’t forget Ranger and Diesel, they’re around for a bit too.

If you haven’t read the other books, this one will make you want to go read them too. I have so much love for this series and the K19 series, the characters have wormed their way into my heart and I can’t wait for the next books.

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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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Pinch – Military Intelligence Section 6 Book 3 by Heather Slade


 

Pinch
Military Intelligence Section 6
By
Heather Slade


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Feel my pinch…

When a dead body is found in her apartment along with a message saying she’s next, London Times investigative reporter Esland Cartwright knows it’s no idle threat. After all, she’s about to expose a major scandal in England’s Premier Football League. Enlisting MI5 agent Axel “Pinch” Fulton for help and protection is the last thing she wants to do, but “when in a pinch,” she knows she needs the best—and he’s it.

Pinch is buried in work, and after Esland’s poking around threatened to ruin his last case, helping her isn’t his top priority. However, seeing the terror in her eyes, he can’t turn her away. When taking her into protective custody is his only option, he finds twenty-four/seven with her is more challenging—and tempting—than he thought possible.

With the conspiracy widening, danger is closing in. Can Pinch keep Esland safe when an entire football league wants her dead?

While each book in the Military Intelligence Section 6 Series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.

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Pinch and Darrow always had an on and off relationship. Now it’s truly over and they are both moving on. However the way Darrow is moving on is just a little bit different since at the moment no one knows where she is. Well that isn’t exactly true, some folks know, just not Esland.

Esland is Darrow’s best friend and she’s concerned about her, but she also has a problem. Darrow told her if she ever needed help she should go to Pinch. When she does, well lets say the first encounter doesn’t go well. The second one, gets his attention.

This is a favorite scene.

He shook his head. He didn’t tell her about Wilder’s offer, or that he preferred being farther away from London.

“You understand that your life was threatened, Esland?”

She nodded, looking out the window even though it was too dark to see anything.

“You’re not surprised.”

“I’m a journalist. Many of us are threatened or even killed for the injustices we expose.”

“This is personal. Whoever is issuing the threat knows you as Ezzie.”

She wouldn’t look at him, which was to be expected. Her hand went to her throat, indicating her subconscious was in protective-mode.

“There will be an investigation into the murder. MI5 will take over and can keep it out of the media. However, if there’s anything I need to know before we’re involved in an official capacity, this is your opportunity to tell me.”

“Are you going back to London tonight?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

That surprised her enough that she turned toward him. “Tomorrow?” He shook his head. “You are, for all intents and purposes, under protective custody.”

“I’m in custody?”

“Listen to what I said, Esland. Under, not in. It means I’m keeping you safe.”

“There must be others who could do that.”

Right. There were presently three others on Kingham grounds who could very well do the job. However, until he was able to gain clarity on why his gut was insisting he be the one to protect her, he’d listen on instinct alone.

“You don’t even like me.”

True statement, although it was more the job she did and how it impacted his investigations that he didn’t like.

“Why did you say you were at the pub to see me earlier?” he asked. “Were you already aware of the dead man in your flat?”

“No.”

“So why?”

She shrugged.

“You’re not a child, Esland. I’ll ask again. Why were you at the pub to see me?”

“I wanted to talk to you about Darrow. And then you dumped me in the street. Nice move, by the way.”

“First, sarcasm has no place in our conversations. Second, you’re lying to me. Lastly, as I said before, I didn’t dump you anywhere.”

“Why did you do it?” she asked. “Am I really that horrible of a person, or that much of a nuisance?”

He honestly couldn’t tell her why he’d picked her up and carried her out of the pub. Even he had to admit it was a wanker’s move.

“I’m sorry I did that.”

“Are you refusing to answer my question?”

“To be honest with you, I don’t know why.” Axel saw a slight nod of understanding.

“Thank you for the apology.”

She did rub on his nerves, but was it her job or was it something else entirely? When Pique offered to take over Esland’s detail, his reaction had been inexplicable as well. Axel had immediately felt an overwhelming need to protect her, even from his colleague. When she asked if he was returning to London, a feeling settled in his chest like a heavy stone. The idea of entrusting her safety to anyone else was unacceptable to him. Why? He couldn’t explain it.

“Tell me about your parents.”

She sighed, taking a long time to answer. “I miss them so much.”

“I’m sure you do. What were they like?”

“I never doubted they loved me.”

“But?”

“They were a unit unto themselves. I was the third to two who didn’t need one.”

Axel didn’t hear hurt in her voice, he heard acceptance.

“They were on their way home from visiting you when the accident happened.”

“Yes. I was at university.”

“Must’ve been rough. You said earlier that you have no other family.”

“Both my parents were only children. I don’t think they ever tried to have another child.”

So no aunts, uncles, or cousins, also like she’d said earlier.

“Why journalism?”

“My mother was a reporter, albeit a very different one than I am.”

“How so?”

“She was more of a social reporter.”

“How would you describe yourself?”

“Investigative.”

“As I well know.”

When he saw a slight smile from her, he smiled too.

“I never told a soul about Wren’s true identity.”

He nodded.

“I told you earlier that I found out from Darrow.”

“Yes.” He shook his head. One would’ve thought Darrow, of all people, would’ve known better.

Esland stood. “Where am I sleeping?”

“Bedroom.”

“I can sleep on a sofa somewhere. I don’t need to take the only bed.”

“Not up for discussion.”

“You’re very intransigent, aren’t you? Your way or no way?”

“Sometimes.”

“Right. Only sometimes. I wonder if Darrow would agree?”

Axel watched Esland walk away, knowing her estimation was dead-on. Darrow would say that he consistently refused to compromise, that he wouldn’t apologize, or even try to see things her way. He could hear her voice in his head, saying all of those things. Not that she was any less stubborn than he was.
Heather Slade. Pinch (Kindle Locations 350-397). Military Intelligence Section 6 Book Three.

I have to say getting information out of Esland was much like pulling teeth for Pinch. It doesn’t help that he’s falling hard and fast for her. She on the other hand has loved him for a very long time and her friendship with Darrow is holding her back.

Plenty of suspense and intrigue as we find out why the body and threat turned up in Esland’s apartment. We finally find out where Darrow is, we see some folks from K19 as well, I love that by the way.

Not an easy relationship but one that makes so much sense. Lots of memories, with a few twists and turns that may surprise you.

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

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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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ARC Review of Wilder – Military Intelligence Section 6 Book 2 by Heather Slade



Wilder
Military Intelligence Section 6 Book 2
By
Heather Slade

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Drive me wilder…

MI-5 Agent Sutton “Wilder” Whittaker is in high demand. The international section of Her Majesty’s Secret Service is ready to employ the fearless and selfless agent. Before Wilder can consider the position, he must close a case that hits a little too close to home.

Finley “Wren” Harlow is the United States’ Department of Homeland Security’s secret weapon. Tenacious, intelligent, and beautiful, she’s the perfect combination of deadly poison. Now, it’s up to her to convince the UK to extradite the man who masterminded several attempted terrorist attacks on US soil. But when she encounters Wilder, the man in the charge of the case, Wren is shocked at how stubborn, inflexible, and utterly irresistible he is. He’s a man to be reckoned with—and she plans to do the reckoning.

With their undeniable attraction growing, one thing is certain: one of them must cave. Can two unflinching agents find common ground to save their countries and secure their hearts?

While each book in the Military Intelligence Section 6 Series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.

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Finley “Wren” Harlow has arrived to extradite Michael Caird to the US. She has the paperwork she just has to get past the rest of the red-tape. Unfortunately for her, the UK lower courts approval of the extradition gets rescinded before she can take custody.

MI5’s Agent Sutton “Wilder” Whittaker is in charge of the case, and he finds himself very attracted to Wren from the moment they meet. What he has to do is get her to participate in a little subterfuge so she’ll stay on the case in England.

This of course is against what her boss at DHS wants. It’s also her boss who is known to Wilder, and not for a good reason.

He led her up the same winding staircase and into one of the rooms with a lit fireplace that she’d noticed earlier. Once inside, he pulled the pocket door closed behind them.

“Mighty cozy,” she drawled.

Wilder motioned to the table and held her chair as she sat down. The formal place setting in front of her was as eclectic as everything else Wren had laid eyes on since walking into the Five Hertford. There was no doubt it was the finest mismatched silver she’d ever seen.

“Dinner will be served shortly,” Wilder said, joining her at the table after making a brief call on the old-fashioned-looking phone sitting on a small side table next to the two chairs that faced the fireplace.

“May I?” he motioned to an open bottle of wine.

“Please.” Wren watched as he poured, twisting the bottle effortlessly so as not to spill a drop as he lifted it away from her glass.

“Are all the dining rooms this private?” she asked.

“Not at all. In fact, most of the other rooms are quite a bit larger.”

He placed his napkin on his lap when she did, leaned forward, and rested his elbows on the edge of the table.

“Please say whatever is on your mind,” Wren told him, trying to shake off her discomfort over her earlier frankness.

“I have a proposition for you.”

In an act that would’ve been pure drama, Wren considered tossing her napkin back on the table and walking out, but something told her that her attempt at humor might fall flat.

“I didn’t phrase that very well. I didn’t mean it the way you’re probably thinking.”

“You have the floor Agent Whittaker. Speak your piece.”

Wilder sat back in his chair. “I know that I suggested we leave our siblings behind while we enjoyed dinner, but I must admit, mine brought something to my attention earlier that I find myself anxious to give him credit for.”

“And what was that?”

“He said, in essence, we both want the same thing.”

He waited as though he was giving her time to protest.

“Very well,” he murmured when she didn’t say anything. “You want to extradite Caird to the US in order to question him about whom he was working with. The UK seeks the same information.”

“And your brother’s suggestion?”

“We work together.”

“I assume he’s suggesting that it be done in the UK.”

“You are aware that Matthew is mentally ill.”

“Our government would conduct their own tests to determine the validity of his illness.”

“He wouldn’t survive it.”

“The tests?”

“The trip to the US.”

Before Wren could ask what he meant, she heard a rap at the door. Wilder waited for her to nod before he stood and slid it open.

Something that smelled absolutely divine was wheeled in on a cart and dramatically placed in front of her. “Lobster bisque,” the server announced as he removed the silver dome.

“I can assure you there is none better anywhere in the world,” Wilder said as the server placed the same in front of him.

“Is there anything else I can bring at this time, sir?” the man asked.

“Nothing for me, thank you,” Wren answered when both Wilder and the waiter looked at her.

“Shall I close the door on my way out, sir?” he asked.

“Please,” Wilder answered. “Where were we?” he asked, motioning for her to go ahead and eat.

“Caird’s extradition and our unwillingness to take no for an answer.”

Wilder smiled. “There’s no point in continuing that conversation. SIS will never agree to it.”

“My assignment is strictly to extradite a man who is wanted for crimes committed in the United States. The treaty is quite clear—”

Wilder held up his hand. “I am aware of the extradition treaty.”

“You are also aware that your own courts have determined that you must release him to my custody.”

Wilder sighed. “What they determined is that there is cause for extradition. Not that he should be released.”

“Same difference.” He smiled. “Are you enjoying the bisque?”

“Not half as much as the conversation.”

That made him laugh out loud. “I’m disappointed that you don’t appear as eager to collaborate as I am.”

“You’re only interested in collaboration because you know that soon the suspect will be out of your jurisdiction.”

There was another rap on the door, and before Wilder could summon the person in, the door opened and someone other than the previous server came in.

“I’m terribly sorry to disturb,” the man said. “But there is an urgent call for you, sir.”

“Excuse me,” said Wilder, not appearing surprised by the intrusion.

When the door closed behind him, Wren pulled out her cell phone only to find that she had no signal. It wasn’t surprising, given the exclusivity of the club; however, it left her annoyed at her inability to at least check her email.
Heather Slade. Wilder (Kindle Locations 303-346). Book Two in the Military Intelligence Section 6 Series.

This book had me gasping in surprise more than once as the complex tale unfolds. There are many twists, even as these two try unsuccessfully to avoid a relationship.

Plenty of heat, many surprises and suspense. I can’t wait for the next book in this series!

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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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Kade – Butler Ranch Book 5 By Heather Slade



Kade
Butler Ranch Book 5
By
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AN ALTERED MISSION.

Her mission was clear: go undercover to infiltrate a Russian organization. But when the MI6 agent discovers that two former CIA operatives are being held captive, rescuing them becomes paramount for her.

A PERSONAL VENDETTA.

Grateful for the rescue, he has one goal: kill the enemy who threatens his family. Obtaining the confidential files people are dying for is secondary.

A JOINT ENDEAVOR.

With both the CIA and MI6 after the hidden documents, the two must team up to uncover the truth. While working together, desire ignites and danger intensifies. Suddenly, they are torn between passion and duty. Each with a mission to complete and a heart to protect, will they be forced to make the ultimate sacrifice for their careers?

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At the end of Mercer the ultimate surprise comes in the form of Kade. He’s not dead and he has a lot of explaining to do. Especially to his daughter.

Finally understanding the ‘Kade’ sightings in the previous books, to the explanation of Lena’s involvement beyond being Kade’s ex-wife and Quinn’s mother.

Now the goal is to keep his family safe and resolve the issue of the missing documents. Merrigan ‘Fatale’ has joined them here in the US to assist in that goal.

Of course there’s going to be issues before the rest can be accomplished. The first happens even before Lena arrives.

This is a favorite scene.

When she heard the knock on the door, Merrigan knew Kade stood on the opposite side of it. She squared her shoulders and yanked it open, ready to give him a piece of her mind.

He crossed the threshold and lifted her in his arms before she was able to say as much as hello. His mouth came down hard on hers, as his tongue demanded entry. When he put his hands on her bottom and lifted her body, she clung to him.

This is what she’d fantasized about since they parted ways in Moscow, after the scorching kiss they’d shared.

When he carried her over to the bed and was about to trap her body under his, Merrigan came to her senses and rolled out from under him.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” she spat at him, wiping his taste from her lips with the back of her hand.

Kade followed her until he had her cornered in the room. “Picking up where we left off,” he murmured, and then covered her lips with his again.

“Stop this,” she said, pushing against him.

Instead of letting her go, Kade barricaded her between the wall and his body. He dipped his head until he found his target and kissed her again. It wasn’t just her lips he kissed either. His tongue trailed down her neck, as his left hand sneaked under her sweater and his fingers toyed with her nipple.

It was as though her body had a mind of its own and refused to listen to her brain telling it to get away from him. Finally, she found the single word she knew would bring this seduction to a screeching halt.

“Barbie,” she murmured when he took a breath.

“She won’t be here until tomorrow.”

Merrigan pushed at Kade with all her might, catching him off guard long enough to slip under his arm. “You bastard,” she screeched at him. “How dare you?”

Kade held up his hands but stalked toward her. She didn’t have much space to get away from him in the small room, but if she could maneuver herself closer to the door, maybe she could run out, get in her car, and leave before he realized what was happening.

Unfortunately, he was as quick or quicker than she was. He scooped her up and set her on the edge of the bed, pinning her with his body.

“Explain,” he bellowed. “Right now.”

“I’m not sure what kind of women you’re used to, Doc, but I am not one of them.”

“Are you telling me you don’t want this?”

His lips were close enough that he could easily kiss her again, and if he did, she doubted she’d be able to maintain her resolve.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” she said, refusing to look at him.

His grip loosened but not enough that she could slip away from him again. “What does this have to do with Barbie?”

Oh. My. God,” she roared. “It has everything to do with her. Kade, have you no respect for her, or me, or any other woman? How could I have misjudged you so completely?”

He let go and stood, walking over to the table by the window. He pulled out one of the chairs and turned it so he was facing her. “Let’s start over,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Do you even know who Barbie is?”

“Of course I do.”

“Tell me.”

“Don’t be daft. I’m in no mood for games.”

“Neither am I. Now, tell me who Barbie is.”

“For Christ’s sake. She’s your bloody wife.”

His face softened, and Merrigan thought maybe she’d even seen him smile. “She’s my bloody ex-wife. We’ve been divorced for almost fifteen years.”

“But…”

Kade raised an eyebrow and waited for her to continue; when she didn’t, he spoke. “Where did you get the idea she was still my wife?”

She thought hard about Paps’ words earlier. Had she somehow misheard him? Had he said ex-wife, but instead she’d heard wife? “I must’ve misunderstood,” she murmured, meeting his eyes.

When she stood, so did he.

“Come here,” he said, even though she was close enough that he could’ve easily pulled her into his arms.

letting him see how much thinking he was married had affected her. They’d shared one kiss before today. Just one. It didn’t matter that it had curled her toes and set her body aflame. One kiss, no matter how incendiary, did not give her license to be jealous.

His gaze rested on her still unopened suitcase, and instead of moving closer to her, he picked it up and turned in the direction of the door.

“Where do you think you’re going with that?”

“There’s somewhere I want to take you.”

“If it requires a different attire, I can change here. We don’t need my entire trunk.”

“I’m taking you to my family’s ranch. You can stay there.”

She folded her arms. “I’m perfectly comfortable here.”

Kade looked about the small room and shook his head. “I’m not.” He walked out the door, carrying her bag with him. “Let’s go,” he said behind him.

“Kade, I—”

He dropped her trunk where he stood and stalked back over to her, grasping her neck with one hand and her waist with the other as his lips came crashing down on hers. His tongue wound its way through her parted lips, and his fingers dug into the flesh of her hip. She whimpered when he pressed his body to hers and she felt his hardness.

He pulled back enough that he could look into her eyes, but his body remained flush with hers.

“I haven’t seen my family for two years. Most of them believed I was dead. I’ve seen my daughter, actually held her, looked into her eyes, and spoke to her for the first time in fourteen years, and yet, you are all I can think about. My mother is hosting a family dinner tonight, and if I have any hope of being present with the people who mean more to me than anything else in this world, I need you by my side. Do you understand, Merrigan? Don’t make me beg you to come with me. Come with me because you want to.”

She took a deep breath and studied him. “Okay.”

He sighed. “Thank you.”
Slade, Heather. Kade (Butler Ranch Book 5) (pp. 34-39). Sparrow Publishing. Kindle Edition.

As the family reunites, Leech, Lina’s father and Quinn’s grandfather takes a turn for the worse. Kade has to convince Merrigan to join them at the hospital in Germany, something she isn’t sure she wants to do. Meeting Kade’s ex-wife is not in her plans and it is definitely a complex situation.

So many complications, so much intricately woven suspense, lots of sizzling heat and much more!

I loved the way Heather took this series from the sabotage of the vineyards to a complicated tale of international suspense. All leading into to her K19 series, which I am already reading.

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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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Mercer – Butler Ranch Book 4 By Heather Slade



Mercer
Butler Ranch Book 4
By
Heather Slade

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He promised to protect her…
Not to love her.

Head of a private security firm, Mercer Bryant promised his partner, Kade Butler, that he’d secretly protect Quinn Sullivan at any cost. As a former CIA operative, Mercer knows his way around intense and stealthy operations. Trained in combat, he can get out of any situation—and into any woman’s bed. But when he starts to feel something more for the innocent and stunning Quinn, he can’t stay away.

Shipped off to a boarding school at a young age, the independent and feisty Quinn doesn’t need a man to watch over her. But when she finds herself in danger, the only place she feels safe is the arms of the irresistible and rugged Marine.

Hell bent on protecting her, Mercer takes on the vengeful Russians who are responsible for his partner’s disappearance. With peril imminent and time running out, can Mercer save Quinn before the truth destroys their chance at a future together?

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This series has many twists and turns. Every book drops a bomb shell or three. In Naughton we met Quinn, she is Lena’s daughter and according to her birth certificate Kade’s.

Mercer is part owner of K19 a security company, one that Kade had been part of. Before Kade left on his last mission he assigned people to protect his family, all of them. Mercer’s assignment is Quinn. Even though he has watched over her since she was a teen, he sees her as the woman she has become and he is falling hard for her. It’s worse now that he is her neighbor living just down the hallway.

Quinn’s friends Aine and Ava drag her to a party and she is anxious to leave when she spots Mercer. She’s about to call a car service when he offers her a ride home.

This is a favorite scene.

When Quinn dozed off, Mercer let out the breath it felt like he’d been holding since they got in the car. His preoccupation with what he’d done earlier in the day made him sloppy. And tonight, instead of finding her without her knowing he was looking, she’d found him. He was glad she had, though. Otherwise, who knows how she would’ve gotten home. Southampton was a solid two hours from their building, with plenty of desolate areas along the way. He cringed, thinking about the danger she might’ve put herself in.

He looked over at her several times while she slept. The moonlight shone on her almost-white blonde hair and cast a glow on her flushed cheeks, likely so from too much time in the sun. Every day she grew more beautiful as he watched her change from a teenager to a young woman.

Mercer shook his head and silently cursed his former boss, the man responsible for the temptation he faced every day.

Mercer drove into the underground garage and parked in his reserved spot, but Quinn didn’t budge.

“We’re back,” he said softly, so tempted to stroke his finger down her cheek.

She sat up with a start. “Oh. I’m so sorry. Did I really sleep all the way back? How inconsiderate of me,” she babbled.

“You were tired.”

She stretched her arms above her head, and her t-shirt rode up just a little, exposing the skin on her stomach. When Mercer looked up, her eyes were on him, knowing he’d stolen a peek.

Her gaze lingered long enough that he couldn’t resist. He leaned forward, pulled her close to him, and brought his lips to hers. Quinn rested her palm on his thigh and opened her sweet mouth to his. He tightened his grip and deepened their kiss, until her groan brought him back to the reality of what he was doing. This wasn’t a fantasy; his lips really were on hers, and the fruit he’d just tasted was forbidden.

He backed away, not allowing himself to look into her eyes. If he did, he’d lose what little resolve he possessed. Instead, he opened his door, walked around, and opened hers.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she climbed out, touching her lips with her fingertips.

“You’re welcome.”

“You were my savior tonight, Mr. Mercer.” She stepped away from the car so he could close the door.

“Just Mercer,” he responded absentmindedly.

She had no idea how hard she’d just hit the nail on the head. Savior might not be the most accurate word. More like protector.

She waited for him to press the button when they got to the elevator, just like she’d waited for him to open her door. This was a woman who’d been taught that there was nothing wrong with letting a man take the lead. She understood it was about respect, not anyone believing she was incapable. Her manners were impeccable; he’d seen evidence of it often enough. As usual, he was filled with a sense of pride, even though he had nothing to do with her upbringing, no responsibility for her behavior.

When they reached the eleventh floor, Mercer didn’t walk Quinn to her door. From the rounded corner he leaned against, he could see that she got safely inside her apartment without the possibility of her inviting him in.

She waved from just inside her door. “Sweet dreams, Mr. Mercer,” she said and blew him a kiss.

“Just Mercer,” he said to himself after Quinn’s door had closed behind her.

He entered the keypad code and rested his thumb on the print reader until he heard the click unlocking his door. He stalked inside, slamming it behind him.

He turned around, rested his head against the wall, and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath as the promise he’d made repeated in his head. He’d vowed to watch over her, protect her, and keep her and the family safe. Talking to her, touching her, kissing her, or dreaming about her weren’t part of that vow. Dreams were out of his control, but the rest of it—he knew better.
Slade, Heather. Mercer (Butler Ranch Book 4) (pp. 16-19). Sparrow Publishing. Kindle Edition.

As we follow Quinn and Mercer we travel through the timeline of the previous books and see how Quinn’s life was affected by those events. It also explains the ‘Kade’ sightings and how K19 is involved.

So many surprises as more things become clear and others far more complicated.

I laughed, cried, screamed and couldn’t put this book down until I turned the final page.

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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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