Sunday, May 09, 2010

Live Action Hero Collection

Live Action Hero by Mary  Winter
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Live Action Hero

by Mary Winter
cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-59596-340-6
Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections
Theme(s): Ménage, Men and Women in Uniform, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Collection


Mission: Carnal -- Mack's come back wounded from a brutal mission, but when Adrian repairs his broken body, his gentle touch also repairs Mack's broken heart. Now it's Mack's turn to teach Adrian about living your wildest fantasies and making your dreams come true.

Mission: Raw -- Sawyer knew his next mission would be just as exciting as his last. So when he finds himself on a Caribbean island with a hot man, he thinks he's in heaven. Except, Dean doesn't believe Sawyer's story. He'll do whatever it takes to prove that he's real -- and so is the passion between them.

Mission: Possession -- Hugh knows a hunk when he sees one, and the broken action figure has model material written all over his muscled body. Hugh repairs him and places the figure in the center of his new ad campaign. Inside Talon's chest beats the heart of a hero, and when he's wounded interrupting a robbery, Talon fears he may lose not only his magazine-cover good looks, but Hugh.

Mission: Touchdown -- Van's torn between The Fantastic Five and finishing law school. Brice knows the key to Van's decision lies inside him. All he has to do is follow his heart.

This collection contains the four previously released novellas in the Live Action Hero series.
Live Action Hero
Mary Winter
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Mary Winter

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Behind the wheel of the armored personnel carrier, Mack Walker snarled. Even with plugs the explosion pummeled his eardrums. He swerved, narrowly avoiding a barrel rolling into the road. Snipers' bullets ripped through the windows. Mack ducked as glass shattered around them. Behind him someone cried out in pain. He didn't have a chance to find out who -- suddenly, a Humvee screeched to a halt cross-wise in front of him and three of the Dragon's men stepped out, assault rifles already firing.

Mack knew he wasn't going to get out of this alive. The convoy with General Whittaker was due in less than half an hour. Clear the insurgents out, make sure none of the Dragon's men were there. His orders had been clear. He'd be damned if he failed now.

In the passenger seat, his buddy Sawyer whooped and hollered. Leaning nearly halfway out the window, he aimed his rifle at the men and got off several quick shots. One of the snipers fell. A second staggered against the Humvee.

Nice shooting. More gunfire sounded -- Brice and Talon in the back seat firing at insurgents racing toward them from the tall, crumbling buildings by the side of the road. "Hang on," Mack roared. He cranked the wheel.

The vehicle careened. It tilted onto two wheels, righting itself with a rattle of bolts and steel. Someone leapt into the road, spraying bullets in his wake. A quick shot from Sawyer, and another one of the Dragon's men lay dead in the street. Mack made it to the edge of the road, ready to make a u-turn and take out the remaining enemy.

An explosion shattered the building behind him. The vehicle flipped up, end over end.

"What was that?" Brice yelled from the back, never one to cuss even in the midst of battle. Pretty boy Talon shouted something incoherent, and Sawyer, who always loved danger and excitement, kept on yelling as if he were on a roller coaster. Mack gripped the wheel. When the vehicle came down, if it came down, he'd have to steer it back into the fray.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins.

The car hovered. Mack's head slammed into the roof of the Jeep. The impact jarred his teeth and made his eyes close. Then, the vehicle fell from the sky as if someone had dropped it. It landed, bounced, the front axle breaking off. Something snapped. Pain blossomed in his ankle and tore up his leg like a fighter jet down the runway. The nose of the Jeep crumpled and all was still.

Mack sat in deadly silence. He opened his eyes, saw jagged metal and broken bits of plastic. Next to him, Sawyer hung halfway out the window, strung out like a clothesline. Mack glanced behind him. Talon and Brice sat in states of shock. Mute.

His left wrist was bent at an odd angle. Right arm worked. Ribs felt okay. He could breathe. Hell, he was alive! His feet. Oh God, he couldn't feel his feet. He glanced at the floorboard. His boots were twisted well away from the pedals. He had a sinking feeling his feet were with them. With a strangled cry, he reached for the doorknob. His abused wrist screamed as he tried to force the door open. It wouldn't budge!

"Sawyer! Talon! Brice! Report!" His voice sounded harsher than usual.

No one answered.

"Soldiers, report!" He glanced over his shoulder and stared. White light surrounded them. Distantly he heard crying, felt himself being lifted, the Jeep righted.

"I'm sorry, honey, but they're gone." The woman's voice sounded kind, caring, like somebody's mother. "You broke them."

Wails. There was always crying in war. He was used to it, the sounds of glee and adrenaline being replaced by wails of sorrow and frustration. He'd heard it before, usually tuned it out, but one word echoed in his mind. Gone. Darkness surrounded him, and he realized this mission wouldn't be completed. Ever. He'd failed.

* * *

As quickly as the accident happened it was gone. Mack found himself standing in some kind of waiting area, the edges fuzzy gray. Light permeated everything, giving the place a soft glow. He couldn't see what he stood on, though it felt solid beneath his feet... wait... his feet... they'd been torn from his body. He lifted his leg to check.

"You don't want to do that," a deep voice said from somewhere.

Mack looked around. Gingerly, he straightened his leg. What had seemed solid a moment ago was precarious now. He wobbled and hated himself for it. "Who are you? Where are you?"

"I'm the Toymaker."

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