Surrender the Dark, the first novel in the Three Musketeers series by Donna Kauffman, offers the tantalizing story of a hardened, highly trained operative—and the woman who must save him.
They call themselves the Three Musketeers: three lifelong friends, men who will put it all on the line in the name of honor and loyalty. Jarrett McCullough values those bonds as seriously as he values his job heading a covert group of operatives skilled in handling sensitive international information. But his current mission has suddenly gone very wrong—and he finds himself wounded and near death in the last place he ever expected to be.
Rae Gannon is stunned to find her ex-boss bleeding from a gunshot wound, mere paces from her front door. It has been two years since her move to the remote Blue Ridge Mountains, where she tried to erase the memories and the pain she suffered from having been part of McCullough’s team. Yet as Rae tends to Jarrett’s battered body she realizes that the air between them is still sizzling with a slow-burning need. But this time there are more than just hearts at stake. The mission that almost got Jarrett killed threatens to put Rae back in harm’s way. And if they surrender to their desires, it may cost them their lives.
Includes a special message from the editor, as well as excerpts from these Loveswept titles: Blaze of Winter, Light My Fire, and Santerra’s Sin.
Release date:
October 8, 2012
Publisher:
Loveswept
Print pages:
240
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Jarrett McCullough kept his head low, his chin resting in the mix of dirt and snow, his gaze trained on the suffering animal. He inched his fingers down his torn canvas jacket and touched his thigh. It was warm. Too warm. And wet. He didn’t have to look down to know that it wasn’t snow dampening his jeans.
He shifted his concentration to his surroundings, but the only sound he detected, other than his own harsh, barely controlled breathing, was the soft whimpering of the wolf. They hadn’t caught up to him. Not yet, anyway.
He ran a quick visual check over the wolf. She wasn’t going to make it. The bullet had hit her in the chest. Jarrett didn’t waste time wondering what in the hell a wolf was doing in the Blue Ridge Mountains, much less why she’d leaped from the trees at the same instant the shooter had taken aim and fired.
He knew who the target had been. The shooter had missed. Well, one bullet in her was one fewer in him. The success of the mission was the only thing that mattered.
He thought of his cellular phone, crushed beneath his car, miles back in the ravine. There were only two men left on the face of the earth whom Jarrett could trust. Dane Colbourne and Zach Brogan. One call to either of them might have upped his odds considerably. Dane had been there for him many a time, but even the man known among colleagues as the Predator wouldn’t be able to get him out of this jam. And Zach was likely off to some far corner of the earth, thrilling his latest client with some death-defying trip. Which meant Jarrett’s options had dwindled to none.
Unless he counted Rae—which he couldn’t do. Not even for this. Not ever.
She was close too. Less than five miles as the crow flies, over the next ridge. Jarrett had kept tabs. But he couldn’t invade her world again. He’d already signed her death warrant once.
He shut off the energy-wasting thoughts and focused on listening. Nothing. He had no idea where the shooters were, but they had to be closer.
The wolf lifted her head slightly, pinning him with her odd golden gaze. He should shoot her. It was the humane thing to do. But even the sound of a silenced bullet would travel. His chances of survival would change from slim to nonexistent. If there was any chance at all.
The wolf kept her gaze on him. Wary, beseeching, and yet strangely emotionless at the same time. Her distress grew, her whimper changing to a low-pitched keening sound—the sort of sound that traveled easily.
Jarrett clenched his teeth to suppress any noise he might involuntarily make, and inched forward until he was in position beside her. He didn’t need a gun to end her misery and the threat she posed to him.
They regarded each other for a long moment, then just as Jarrett reached for her she shifted her attention to a point beyond his shoulder. He instinctively ducked and rolled, his head pressed against her belly as he braced his elbows and leveled his gun. Nothing. Since his vision was still swimming from the swift movement, he was more than a little thankful.
Everything came into focus slowly. He waited for a full minute, then another. Still nothing. Then he heard it, a rustling sound in the distance, moving closer.
They were coming.
Jarrett felt the tension ease from the warm body pinned beneath his head. He rolled carefully to face her. Her head was now resting back on the patch of snow and twigs, her eyes open, but sightless.
She’d saved his life and spared him from taking hers. “Thanks for the warning,” he whispered.
Tightening his grip on his thigh, hoping the blood seeping between his fingers and leaving a trail on the ground would initially be confused with the wolf’s, he moved toward deeper cover. There was no helping the tracks he was making in the snow. His only chance was in getting to the south side of the ridge, where the afternoon sun had likely melted the snow that a freak April storm had dumped on the area the night before.
He made it ten feet into the trees before he tried to stand, pulling himself up with the aid of a poplar tree. He pressed his face into the smooth bark to stifle his groan as his head swam. When he thought he could do so, he shifted and leaned back against the trunk, taking in slow, steadying breaths.
It was then he heard the sound. He went still, making sure it wasn’t the ringing in his ears that had begun the instant he’d gotten his heart higher than his leg.
A few seconds later he heard it again. It was coming from the underbrush to his immediate right.
Putting his weight on his good leg, he leveled his gun one-handed, taking small pride in the fact that he could still hold it steady. The area was too small to hide a human, but after the surprise appearance of the wolf, he wasn’t leaving anything to chance.
A small furry gray head poked its way out of the scrub. It looked like a husky puppy, but the gold eyes told another story.
“Aw, hell,” he said under his breath.
The pup stumbled from the brush and, its gaze wary, wobbled over to his boots. Jarrett knew he smelled like its mother.
Its dead mother.
The pup started to yip and whine, and Jarrett swiftly scooped it up and muffled the noise against his chest. His vision dimmed and he thought he might actually pass out as twin licks of fire and ice shot up his leg and throughout every nerve ending in his battered body.
He clutched the pup tighter as it squirmed against him, unable to muffle its noise completely. There was no choice, he knew that. He couldn’t have the thing howling and drawing attention. And he was only bringing a swifter end for the pup than the starvation it surely faced without its mother.
Jarrett gripped the pup firmly. The vision of the adult wolf staring at him with that odd intensity just before she looked past his shoulder played through his mind. She’d looked directly at her pup, he realized now.
He shook off the persistent sensation that lingered and bent his head. “There better not be any more of you,” he muttered against the soft fur of the pup’s neck.
He’d had enough death on his hands for the day. One more was about all he could take.
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