White Hot Christmas: Holiday Moon
by B.J. McCall
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-713-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 27
by B.J. McCall
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-713-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 27
Blurb:
Operation Holiday Moon sends Sgt. Sezri Adar and her werewolf team
deep into enemy territory. Wounded, Sezri orders her wolves to leave her
behind. On her own, she must avoid capture and make it to the secondary
pickup point.
Being the only human on the team has presented special challenges for Major Calix Klatt, especially when his second-in-command is the sexiest female he's ever encountered. She's brave and beautiful, but a relationship with Sezri would destroy any cred he's built with the werewolves.
When Sezri is MIA, Calix's duty is to wait out the holiday and hopes she survives. But the heart doesn't always listen to the head and putting his career on the line is the least of his fears.
Being the only human on the team has presented special challenges for Major Calix Klatt, especially when his second-in-command is the sexiest female he's ever encountered. She's brave and beautiful, but a relationship with Sezri would destroy any cred he's built with the werewolves.
When Sezri is MIA, Calix's duty is to wait out the holiday and hopes she survives. But the heart doesn't always listen to the head and putting his career on the line is the least of his fears.
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Holiday Moon
B.J. McCall
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 B.J. McCall
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Metal folding chairs scraped the scarred floor as her team stood and began to file out of the briefing room. The facilities on the foreign base had seen better days. The housing was run-down, but the plumbing worked and the satellite phone and computer connections were operable. Operation Holiday Moon was a black op and only a handful of people in the central command center, CenCom, knew what was about to go down.
A recent addition to the team, a werewolf with a family, groused about having to work on a holiday. A veteran of the team responded, "They'll never expect us to light them up on Christmas Eve."
Sezri agreed. Although it was difficult on the married members of the team, Captain Klatt had chosen the perfect time to execute the mission.
She turned to Klatt, who had waited until the team left the room before rising from his chair. He was tall, a few inches over six feet, and as physically fit as the other team members.
He moved closer, his gaze lingering on her face. These wordless pauses were becoming a habit, as if an unseen energy buzzed between them. The room shrank, the air heated and no one existed except the two of them. It was times like this when Sezri was aware of the breadth of his shoulders, the rugged handsomeness of his face, the blueness of his eyes and the scent of his pheromones.
Her nose twitched. Her sensual senses instantly on alert, her heart rate leaped. Did Klatt have any idea of the sex attractant he was producing?
"Will CenCom call it off?" she asked, focusing on the mission instead of the way Klatt's short black hair gleamed like a raven's wing. Her team was ready. But often, central command issued a stand down minutes before a mission, especially those being carried out in political hot zones.
"The op has top priority."
She closed her laptop and began to gather her belongings. Her laser pointer slipped from her fingers.
Klatt caught it. Their fingers brushed as he handed it to her, his touch sending a frisson of heat through her blood.
"Be careful, Sezri."
Her breath caught as he turned and walked away. He always called her Adar or addressed her by her rank. "Sir, is there something you know that I don't?" He paused at the door and looked at her. "What I know, you know. When that weapons factory lights up I want you in the chopper, not on the ground."
He's worried about me. "That's the plan, sir."
His gaze swept over her with a quick flash of heat. "If things go south, get out of there."
Then he was gone.
Sezri wanted to go after him, but what would she say? Do you feel it, too? If she became involved with Klatt, every werewolf on the team would howl in protest. They were already ticked off that CenCom had ruled that a human must command every team. A few hellhounds went haywire on one mission and every paranormal unit had been reorganized to prevent another transgression. Klatt was an excellent leader, a decorated soldier, but he wasn't gifted with any paranormal power other than the ability to make her lycan blood sizzle.
Damn. She didn't need the complication.
B.J. McCall
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 B.J. McCall
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Metal folding chairs scraped the scarred floor as her team stood and began to file out of the briefing room. The facilities on the foreign base had seen better days. The housing was run-down, but the plumbing worked and the satellite phone and computer connections were operable. Operation Holiday Moon was a black op and only a handful of people in the central command center, CenCom, knew what was about to go down.
A recent addition to the team, a werewolf with a family, groused about having to work on a holiday. A veteran of the team responded, "They'll never expect us to light them up on Christmas Eve."
Sezri agreed. Although it was difficult on the married members of the team, Captain Klatt had chosen the perfect time to execute the mission.
She turned to Klatt, who had waited until the team left the room before rising from his chair. He was tall, a few inches over six feet, and as physically fit as the other team members.
He moved closer, his gaze lingering on her face. These wordless pauses were becoming a habit, as if an unseen energy buzzed between them. The room shrank, the air heated and no one existed except the two of them. It was times like this when Sezri was aware of the breadth of his shoulders, the rugged handsomeness of his face, the blueness of his eyes and the scent of his pheromones.
Her nose twitched. Her sensual senses instantly on alert, her heart rate leaped. Did Klatt have any idea of the sex attractant he was producing?
"Will CenCom call it off?" she asked, focusing on the mission instead of the way Klatt's short black hair gleamed like a raven's wing. Her team was ready. But often, central command issued a stand down minutes before a mission, especially those being carried out in political hot zones.
"The op has top priority."
She closed her laptop and began to gather her belongings. Her laser pointer slipped from her fingers.
Klatt caught it. Their fingers brushed as he handed it to her, his touch sending a frisson of heat through her blood.
"Be careful, Sezri."
Her breath caught as he turned and walked away. He always called her Adar or addressed her by her rank. "Sir, is there something you know that I don't?" He paused at the door and looked at her. "What I know, you know. When that weapons factory lights up I want you in the chopper, not on the ground."
He's worried about me. "That's the plan, sir."
His gaze swept over her with a quick flash of heat. "If things go south, get out of there."
Then he was gone.
Sezri wanted to go after him, but what would she say? Do you feel it, too? If she became involved with Klatt, every werewolf on the team would howl in protest. They were already ticked off that CenCom had ruled that a human must command every team. A few hellhounds went haywire on one mission and every paranormal unit had been reorganized to prevent another transgression. Klatt was an excellent leader, a decorated soldier, but he wasn't gifted with any paranormal power other than the ability to make her lycan blood sizzle.
Damn. She didn't need the complication.
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