“Now stop teasing me and get to work nurturing this newly found sex drive. I like it.”
He slid between her legs, holding her gaze. As he thrust into her, she gasped. It felt so good. Right. Perfect. Home.
“Mmm, maybe I like that gasp you make even more. Do it again.” He pulled out a few inches and thrust back in.
She gave him what he wanted, but only because there was no way to stop herself.
The End
Enjoy the following excerpt from the next book in this series, Reviving Dade (Project DEEP, Book 3)
“The Notebook? Are you serious?” Blair stared at Emily hard, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. Chick flicks were not her thing, especially not sappy ones. But Emily was the one who’d missed out on over ten years’ worth of movies, so Blair wasn’t about to say a word. If her friend wanted to spend the evening crying over Nicholas Sparks, Blair would endure it.
Emily giggled as she opened the fridge. “Hey, I read the book, but I never got to see the movie.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s older than ten years,” Blair pointed out, as she took a beer from Emily’s hand and shoved her hip off the counter.
“Do you think I had a lot of free time in the few years before I was preserved?” Emily asked.
She had a point. Before she’d been cryonically preserved for the past ten years, she had spent several years buried in this bunker working for the government on Project DEEP (Disease & Epidemic Eradication & Prevention). The final disease she had been studying, frantically working toward a cure, had also been the one to land her, twenty other team members, and General Winston Custodio in cryostats. Thanks to a freak lab accident, AP12, a fatal viral form of anemia, infected everyone in the medical wing.
“Considering the work ethic you’ve demonstrated since I met you, I’m going to say probably not,” Blair replied. Emily worked night and day.
So did her boyfriend, Ryan Anand, who was currently sitting at the kitchen table on the other side of the room with his head buried in his computer and his brow furrowed. Both of them were as dedicated to their work as any human Blair had ever met.
In fact, it must be an affliction all these medical researchers suffered from because both of Ryan’s parents had been reanimated in the last few months too, and they were equally dedicated workhorses.
Emily held a soda in her hand as she plopped down on the couch. “I’m not sure you’re actually allowed to drink beer while you watch Nicholas Sparks, but I’ll let it slide,” she joked.
“I’m not sure you’re allowed to watch anything while sitting this close to the television,” she returned, also teasing. Ryan and Emily lived inside the bunker in one of the new suites that were built a few years ago to house the full-time employees. The living room area was incredibly tight.
“Fuck,” Ryan suddenly shouted. He followed that by launching his pen at the wall and then shoving his chair back. Hand threaded in his hair, he turned toward them. His face was red.
Emily jumped up from the couch, set her soda on the coffee table, and faced Ryan. “What happened?”
Blair’s teeth were on edge. She’d known Ryan for a very long time, and she’d never seen him lose his cool. Not once. Something he was working on had apparently seriously pissed him off.
His chest rose and fell with every breath.
“Ryan?” Emily said, her voice lower. She had known Ryan for six months, ever since she had been the first person to be reanimated from the original Project DEEP team.
He released his hair to run a hand down his face. “We have a problem.”
“What is it?” Emily asked.
Blair felt out of place, as if she shouldn’t be here. But it couldn’t be helped. She would feel even more awkward about easing out of the suite.
“We can’t give Dade the cure.” His shoulders fell as he spoke.
Dade Menke was scheduled to come out of his coma the next day. After four weeks in the reanimation chamber, each patient then spent four weeks in an induced coma to allow their organs to fully rejuvenate before they were awakened.
Blair knew a great deal of the details. Assigned to security detail at this bunker for the last seven years, she was as informed as possible about what the team of medical researchers did at the facility.
Emily eased across the room and set a hand on Ryan’s arm. “Why not?”
“He’s got the genetic marker for aplastic anemia 2. I can’t believe I didn’t see this in his charts before now.”
“Oh, no. Ryan, I’m so sorry.”
Blair couldn’t keep herself from asking questions. She had no idea what they were talking about, but it had to be bad. “What does that mean?”
Emily turned around. “Aplastic anemia is when the bone marrow stops producing enough blood cells. Unfortunately there have been several instances in the last year when patients were given the treatment for AP12 only to have it jumpstart latent aplastic anemia they didn’t even know they carried. AA2 is a mutation of the common form.”
“So you can’t give him the cure for AP12 because it will kill him?”
“Basically,” Ryan stated. “Dammit. The guy is thirty-five years old. He’s just spent ten years suspended in time. I can’t believe when he wakes up tomorrow, I have to tell him he’s still going to die.”
Emily wiped her eyes as she headed across the room to grab a tissue. She would be the one in the room to take this the hardest. Dade had been her coworker. Blair hadn’t been there ten years ago. And Ryan, who had dedicated his entire life to finding a cure and putting together a new team to reanimate the first team, was only twenty when everyone was preserved.
“Project DEEP has been working on a cure for AA2 for months now. Maybe…” Emily’s voice wavered.
Blair could only surmise that most likely Emily was grasping at straws. Blair knew next to nothing about medical research, but she was smart enough to realize it took years to find a cure for any disease. Dade wouldn’t have that kind of time.
Even though she had never met the guy and she hadn’t even seen pictures of him, her heart seized to hear his age. She too was thirty-five. She couldn’t imagine someone coming to her tomorrow to tell her they had the cure for her first fatal disease but injecting it would give her another equally fatal disease.
Emily’s voice was soft when she asked her next question. “How much time do you think he might have if you don’t give him the AP12 cure and instead work against the symptoms?”
“I don’t know. We’ve proven that the total blood replacement he received a month ago will buy him time. It worked for you. But in your case, we only waited three weeks. There’s no way to know when you would have developed AP12 symptoms. And when we reanimated my parents, we gave them the treatment immediately.” He pulled his chair back to the table and pushed it in.
Blair hated seeing him this defeated. Emily too. What a blow to their research.
Ryan closed his computer and picked it up. “I’m going to go work in the lab. You two enjoy your movie.” He kissed Emily on the cheek and left the suite.
There was no way in the world they could sit and watch a sad movie after that revelation, but Blair took her seat anyway. Emily would need a friend.
The two of them had met only five months ago when Blair was assigned to Emily’s protection for one day, but they had bonded and formed a friendship that would last a lifetime.
After a few minutes of silence, Emily sat up straighter. “The media will have a field day with this. Shit. Plus, the rest of the reanimations could be compromised if he dies. The government might force us to slow down to be certain every member will survive.” She slapped her forehead with her palm.
Blair cringed. “Can we keep the media from finding out, at least?”
Emily chuckled wryly. “Sure. Like we kept them from finding out about me and then Tushar and Trish. How long did that last? All of twenty-four hours? The vultures are just waiting for a mistake.”
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Author’s Note
Thank you for enjoying this second book in the Project DEEP series. If you’d like to continue reading the series, I’m including a link for the third book in the series.
Reviving Dade (Project DEEP, Book 3)
If you’d like to try one of my Mixed Martial Arts series, I’d suggest Come. It’s free on all venues.
Come (The Fight Club, Book 1)
If you’re interested in trying out one of my paranormal stories, I have recently released a new series called Arcadian Bears. This series is a spin-off from my most popular series, Wolf Masters.
Grizzly Mountain (Arcadian Bears, Book 1)
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About the Author
Becca Jameson is the best-selling author of over 60 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.
A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.
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