Men Out of Uniform: Three Novellas of Erotic Surrender

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by Maya Banks; Karin Tabke; Sylvia Day


  “You should have turned to the service for help.”

  “I couldn’t take the risk.” Jim’s gut burned with a fresh wash of bile. “At least give me credit for the past three days. I could have taken you both out when you took my truck, but I felt I owed you some time with each other before all was said and done. Plus I really believe it would have been a mercy to finish you both together. Better than losing her to the system again, knowing those bastards are hunting her down.”

  “Christ, Jim.”

  “Will you look after Stella for me? Maybe now she’ll believe that the man she’s sleeping with is just waiting for the signal to kill her.”

  “You could have gone another way. You could have talked to me, let me help you.” Simmons scrubbed the back of his neck wearily. “I’m really fucking sorry you didn’t.”

  The deputy turned his back to Jim and the flanking deputies moved in.

  Chapter 11

  The exhaustion Layla felt as she exited the courtroom was so profound, she felt almost as if she was drugged. Heaviness weighted her shoulders and eyelids, and her movements were sluggish enough to elicit concerned glances from the deputy beside her.

  She hadn’t seen Brian in over twenty-four hours.

  Her grief over that was a mixed blessing. It dulled her anxiety, which allowed her to get through the AUSA’s questioning. She faced more questions tomorrow, followed by cross-examination. She’d been dreading her court appearance for months, but now she was too consumed by fear and concern to devote any energy to nervousness.

  “You did well today, Layla,” AUSA Terri LeBow said with a reassuring smile.

  For a moment, the cold dark eyes of the man who’d shot her and murdered Agent Sandoval invaded Layla’s mind. As she’d relayed the events of that horrible night in Mexico to the jury, the reality of having her nightmare sitting just feet from her had brought a cold sweat to her skin. If not for the numbness brought on by Brian’s disappearance, she might have broken down into a sobbing, quivering mess.

  “I want that bastard to pay,” she said with quiet grimness.

  “We’ve got a strong case.” Terri slowed, then stopped before a closed door. She gestured to it. “If you could step in here for a moment, I’ll see about your escort.”

  With a sigh, Layla entered the room. She paused when she found two men bent over paperwork on the table and a third one standing behind them. For a moment, she stepped back, thinking she was intruding by accident. Then the man farthest away from her straightened and looked at her.

  She sucked in a ragged breath. “Brian!”

  He met her halfway, crushing her to his chest. “Sweetheart. I’m sorry I wasn’t in the courtroom today; I had some things to take care of. I’ll be there with you tomorrow.”

  “I don’t care about that. I was worried sick about you.” She pulled back to examine him. “Are you okay?”

  “I will be.” His smile had an edge. He looked tired, but there was an air of anticipation that lent him energy.

  The other men in the room departed, the smiles on their faces defusing some of her worry. Still, she had to ask, “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” He looked down at her with heated eyes. “Depending on what you say next, things could be really damn right.”

  A flutter tickled her tummy. “Oh?”

  Brian urged her toward a chair and she sat. He inhaled a deep breath, then sank to one knee.

  “Oh my God,” she breathed, feeling dizzy.

  He reached into his back pocket and withdrew a ring box.

  Her heart hammered in her chest. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting ready to tell you I love you,” he said softly. “And then asking you to marry me.”

  Her eyes fell to the ring he revealed, a large round diamond in an antique platinum setting. Her hands lifted to her mouth.

  “Layla Creed. I love you and I really need you to marry me.”

  She looked at him over her fingers, her breathing rough and eyes wide. “What . . . ? How ... ?”

  Smiling, he explained, “I signed the contract to join you in WITSEC. The two gentlemen who left the room work for the county. One can get us squared away with a marriage license and the other can marry us in a civil ceremony. In about an hour, you can own me for life.”

  “I don’t already?” she asked hoarsely, joking because her brain was unable to fully grasp the enormity of what he was offering to do for her.

  “Let’s make it official. We can make it pretty in a few months with a proper ceremony, once we settle wherever we’re going to end up.”

  Layla exhaled in a rush, her hand lowering to touch the gorgeous ring. “Your job ... ?”

  He pulled the ring free of its velvet box and slid it onto her finger. “I’ve got money socked away from the sale of the house and the past five years of doing nothing but working. You’ll get through school, then we’ll start our own security firm. I can’t imagine anything that would make me happier.”

  She cupped his cheek. Her lower lip quivered.

  “Well?” he prompted. “I’m dying here.”

  “Shh.”

  His brows rose.

  “If you wake me up,” she warned, “I’m going to kick your ass.”

  His laughter broke through the chill she’d felt all day. “No more dreaming, baby. I want the real deal.”

  “What are the odds that we’d get this second chance?”

  “Slim to none. Don’t blow it.”

  Layla leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. “I won’t.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  “That’s a hell yes.”

  Brian stood and pulled her up with him, lifting her into the air.

  “It won’t be easy,” she warned, remembering vividly how hard it was for her in the beginning of the program.

  “I can take the heat.”

  Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Layla seized what she wanted. “Take me instead,” she purred.

  “’Til death do us part,” he vowed, carrying her to the door.

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  Coming Summer 2012

  Hot in Handcuffs

  (with Shayla Black and Shiloh Walker)

  About the Author

  Sylvia Day is the national bestselling author of more than a dozen novels. A wife and mother of two, she is a former Russian linguist for the U.S. Army Military Intelligence. Sylvia’s work has been called an “exhilarating adventure” by Publishers Weekly and “wickedly entertaining” by Booklist. Her stories have been translated into Russian, Japanese, Portuguese, German, Czech, Italian, and Thai. She’s been honored with the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the EPPIE award, the National Readers’ Choice Award, the Readers’ Crown, and multiple finalist nominations for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA® Award of Excellence.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Soul Possession - MAYA BANKS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Wanted - KARIN TABKE

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Taking the Heat - SYLVIA DAY

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

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nbsp; Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Teaser chapter

  About the Author

 

 

 


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