The Shifter's Choice and Sentinels: Alpha Rising (Harlequin Nocturne) - Softcover

Kernan, Jenna; Durgin, Doranna

 
9780373601257: The Shifter's Choice and Sentinels: Alpha Rising (Harlequin Nocturne)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373601255 ISBN 13: 9780373601257
Verlag: Harlequin Themes, 2015

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A werewolf and an alpha wolf are powerless against the charms of these very special women 

THE SHIFTER'S CHOICE 

Private Sofia Touma never risks distraction from her duty—until she's assigned to help disabled veteran Johnny Lam. More than a war hero, he's also a werewolf. Sofia is inexplicably drawn to him. Unlike Sofia, Johnny knows the dangers of loving a monster. And as they grow closer, Johnny isn't sure he can keep doing the honorable thing… 

SENTINELS: ALPHA RISING 

Holly Faulkes has spent her life hiding from the Sentinels—now she's their prisoner. Sexy alpha wolf Lannie Stewart wants to initiate her into their world. The full-blooded Sentinel senses Holly's untapped power—a power he's deeply drawn to and desperately needs. A new enemy has risen and only Holly can reveal this danger, if Lannie convinces her to embrace what she really is.

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

Publishers Weekly Bestselling author, Jenna Kernan, writes romantic suspense for Harlequin intrigue. Winner of the Book Buyers' Best award and two-time Rita nominee, Jenna has published over 30 novels for Harlequin. Her popular PROTECTOR series continues in 2019. Jenna enjoys gold prospecting, scuba diving and gem-hunting. Jenna lives in Florida with her husband.  Contact her on her website, on Facebook or on Twitter. For a FREE ebook visit https://www.jennakernan.com/

Doranna Durgin writes eclectically and across genres, with an award-winning international backlist in fantasy, media tie-in, anthologies, mystery, thriller romance, and paranormal romance; she also runs Blue Hound Visions, her web design business, and is on staff at Helix SF, an online quarterly. In her spare time she trains her dogs for agility, rally, and obedience trials, or heads for the high desert backyard barn where the Lipizzan lives.  (Website: Doranna.net)

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Kamakou Preserve, Molokai, Hawaii

Private Sonia Touma's helicopter touched down on the landing pad at a marine base that didn't officially exist. Her orders read Oahu, which lay just past Maui, but instead she'd been rerouted here. The copilot slid the door open wide enough to heave her duffel and foot-locker to the tarmac then motioned with his thumb that she should get out. The pilot cut the engine. The rotors slowed as she hopped down.

She kept low and moved out of range of the blades, then straightened to glance about. Beyond the landing pad lay a dirt road. Parallel to the road stood a twenty-foot-tall security perimeter fence that stretched as far as she could see in both directions. Keeping folks out or in? she wondered. The cameras and other electronics topping the fence posts indicated in.

The hot, humid air rose from the tarmac and the yellow grass surrounding the landing pad. Sweat already beaded on her brow and she wiped it away with the sleeve of her uniform. October sure was different here than in Yonkers, New York.

Why was she here? It made no sense. She didn't have one single solitary skill that she could think of that would lift her above her fellow marines for a special assignment, unless you counted a criminal record, hitting people and a proclivity for telling people in authority to fuck off.

Her ears pricked up at the sound of an engine. She stared past the dry grass dotted with monstrous yucca plants until she sighted an approaching Jeep.

She eyed the driver, spotting the captain's stripes on his arm, and snapped to attention. The Jeep rolled to a stop beside her.

"Private Touma?"

She replied as expected, "Sir. Yes, sir."

Sonia waited until the captain's hand touched his forehead below the brim of his hat and then snapped her hand back to her side.

"I'm Captain MacConnelly. You'll be reporting to me." He looked her up and down, his brow etched with wrinkles. Whatever he'd been expecting, she had the feeling that she was not it.

He thumbed at the empty passenger seat. She lifted her duffel.

"Leave it."

Sonia dropped the heavy bag beside the footlocker and glanced back at the helo. The pilots peered past her to the captain who lifted a hand ordering them to wait. Her skin prickled as she faced the captain. It looked like there was an entrance exam.

"Get in," he said.

She did. Sonia eyed her new superior officer from the passenger seat. The first thing she noticed was his left hand on the steering wheel and the shiny gold wedding band there, so bright and new it glowed. The second was the tight coil of muscle at his bunching jaw. The captain looked ready to grind nails between his teeth.

Her supervisor cut the engine, shifted in his seat and stared directly at her.

"I believe in getting right to it, Touma," he narrowed his eyes on her. "I've read your file."

His words sent a chill down her spine that cut through the tropical heat. She glanced at her belongings broiling on the tarmac and then back to the captain.

"Thick file." He showed her the width with his thumb and index finger. "Mostly just reports of you quitting. You a quitter, Private?"

His summary of her life hit her like a slap. "I finished basic and I'll finish my service, sir."

He snorted. "Like you had a choice. Back to the wall, right? Well, just so we understand each other, let me assure you that if you quit this time, you go back to prison."

And there it was. The reason she was a marine in the first place. Not by choice, but by picking the lesser of two evils, while this man probably enlisted in the Corps. That was obvious by his distaste of her. Right now she needed to get her gear in this Jeep and that meant being whatever he needed her to be.

The captain swept her with his cold blue eyes, his lip curling at what he saw. "Wearing the uniform doesn't make you a marine. You don't have the first idea of the code."

She was not going back to prison. "Duty, honor—"

"Oh, stow it."

She closed her mouth before saying country.

If he thought she was such a screwup, why was she here? It occurred to her that maybe it wasn't his choice. That he might be following orders he didn't like any better than she liked hers. That would make this just a show of strength. The thought gave her a glimmer of hope. But she had to be sure in order to know how to play this.

"Our security check didn't turn up one person who knew you well enough to complete a simple questionnaire about you. You have any explanation for that?"

Let's see whose orders she was really following. "If I'm such a substandard marine, sir, why am I here?"

His brows shot up as if this was the first thing she'd said or done that surprised him.

"You aren't here yet, Private. And you don't get on base until we finish our chat. You're a contender for this assignment, that's all, and only because you have the necessary skill set and because my wife thinks you can do this despite all evidence to the contrary."

She didn't have any skills. This was a mistake. Wait…had he said his wife picked her? Was that who was calling the shots? She must be a general or something. Well, that would explain why he looked so pissed. "But you don't, sir."

"I think you'll last about thirty seconds."

She pictured herself in an orange jumpsuit and settled into her seat. She'd make thirty seconds, all right, and she'd make it past this guy. Sonia stared at the captain. "I'll have to agree with your wife, sir."

"Your assignment is to teach an injured marine. He's depressed and occasionally suicidal and he is disinclined to learn sign language."

Warning bells rang in her head like church bells on Christmas Eve. An injured marine, likely deaf, angry, suicidal and possibly in denial. This was her assignment? Oh, she was fucked.

"I don't think I'm qualified to deal with someone with those kinds of emotional issues, sir."

"You don't?" The captain's cool eyes regarded her and he held her gaze a moment before flicking his attention out at the empty road. When he spoke his voice was sardonic. "Well, I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I give a goddamn what you think, Private. You are a marine, at least that's a U.S. Marine's uniform. That means you follow orders. Maybe you didn't understand how that works."

What if her assignment was an emotionally shattered, unpredictable time bomb, like she was?

"Sergeant John Loc Lam had two teachers just this month. He chased them both off."

Did he say Lock? What kind of middle name was Lock?

"It's your job to make him want to learn how to sign."

Sign language? She'd never even considered she'd be asked to use that as one of her skills. She'd learned to sign right alongside her sister, Marianna, who was born deaf.

"My wife suggested I hire a woman this time."

Sonia wondered how many others had tried and failed at this shit job before they scraped the barrel and came up with her? Now she was frowning right back at the captain who hadn't missed a beat.

"I think you'll fall on your face or run, just like always. Might shit yourself first. But your assignment is to do everything and anything to get him on board."

She wondered how the hell was she supposed to do that. But she said, "Yes, sir."

MacConnelly made a sound that might have...

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Verlag
Harlequin Themes
Erscheinungsdatum
2015
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373601255
ISBN 13 
9780373601257
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Anzahl der Seiten
608
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