Flash of Fury
Endgame Ops #1
Lea Griffith
Pub
Date:
March 7, 2017
Their spark is immediate
Kingston McNally lost men when someone betrayed his team,
and now he’s out for retribution. His quest for the enemy’s courier leads him
to Cameroon and Allie Redding, a petite Peace Corps volunteer as stubborn as
she is brave. Their attraction is immediate, but Allie has secrets of her
own…and she’s not giving them up easily.
But their secrets could burn them both
Allie’s life has been spent
hiding in plain sight, but she’s had enough of her cloak-and-dagger existence.
On her way home, her plane is hijacked—and King saves her life. But that
doesn’t mean she owes him anything…even if he is the most damnably sexy man
she’s ever laid eyes on. He’s got black ops and secrets written all over him,
and trust is a two-way street.
Allie
feared she wasn’t going to make her flight, and damn but she really needed to
be on that plane. She weaved through the throngs of people in the main
terminal, dodging hysterically crying children and obstinate old folks, and
trying not to knock down anyone else who refused to get the heck out of her
way.
“Final call for
Air France flight 1701 to Paris, France, boarding now,” the gate hostess said
in a lilting, accented voice over the intercom.
Allie was flying
to Paris and then catching a flight to DC. Home was eighteen hours away if
everything connected properly. She pushed her heavy blond hair out of her face,
breathed deeply, and smiled at the woman as she handed her the boarding pass.
The woman shooed her through. So
close to home. Exhilaration pumped through Allie’s body, a
sweet, cooling relief. She pulled her carry-on behind her down the loading
ramp. The tick, tick, splat
of rain on the dock’s tin roof reminded her that it was monsoon season in
Cameroon. She definitely wouldn’t miss the rain. The people were a different
story. She’d miss them like crazy. But she’d be back.
She stepped into
the plane and nodded at an attendant.
“Welcome aboard,
mademoiselle,” the flight attendant said with a smile.
She would miss
that too—the sound of French and all the beautiful dialectal diversity in this
country. But home called and she couldn’t wait.
Visions of
manicures, pedicures, and McDonald’s french fries danced in her head as she
practically skipped down the aisle of the 747.
Allie found her
seat, lowered the handle of her carry-on, and was beginning to lift it to the
overhead compartment when a large, tanned hand covered hers and took the bag.
Shock—that was
the word that came to her mind. The man had shocked her, a current running from
his hand to hers. Allie shivered.
“Let me help,” a
deep voice rumbled. The man had been seated in her row next to the window.
She’d noticed him at a distance as she walked down the plane’s center aisle.
Now, she sighed
in relief, grateful for his presence as she allowed her gaze to drift up the
man’s arm, to his neck, to his…sweet little baby Jesus in a manger…his face.
He was quite
possibly the hottest man she’d ever seen. She stood there in awe as she took in
his mink-brown, wavy hair. Her palms itched to brush it from his eyes. High
cheekbones balanced a square jaw darkened by a five-o’clock shadow.
Her gaze lowered,
once again noticing the strong column of his neck and the breadth of his chest,
the width of his shoulders. She had the irrational urge to raise her hand and
request permission to continue staring at him.
Then she slammed
right into his gaze, and Allie almost swallowed her tongue. His eyes were the
green of an Irish hillside and his lips, curving at her perusal, begged sin.
All kinds of hot, sweaty, lick-me-all-over, then-dive-back-in sin. The thought
had her stepping back.
His eyes
smoldered before he blinked. That single instant of reprieve allowed her to get
her shit together—okay, almost together.
“Thanks,” she
murmured as she quickly sat her behind in the aisle seat of her row. She tried
to concentrate on breathing evenly. The sexy bastard had stolen the oxygen from
her lungs. Allie wasn’t a believer in insta-love, but insta-lust? She’d just
become very familiar with that concept.
“We’ll be leaving
shortly. Please make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on
luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins,”
a flight attendant said over the speaker.
To distract
herself from thoughts of Mr. Lick-Me-All-Over, who continued to stand in the
aisle beside her, Allie focused on her go-to fantasy—McDonald’s french fries.
She closed her eyes, imagining the crisp, salty goodness. She took a deep
breath, and all thought of french fries disappeared. She smelled evergreens and
mint. Her body tightened and she looked up.
“Excuse me,” Mr.
LMAO said. The acronym had her snorting, to which he raised an eyebrow.
“Um,” she
stammered. “Yeah?”
“Are you okay
here?” he asked in a deep baritone that seriously rearranged pieces inside
Allie’s abdomen. “If you are, I need to get past you to my seat.”
His hand rested
on the seat behind her head, and as she moved so as not to crane her neck, her
cheek brushed his hand.
The zing she felt
in the pit of her stomach was ferocious. More like a lightning bolt. Similar to
the jolt she’d experienced earlier, only way more intense. She really didn’t
need intense right now. Fries. She needed fries.
“Uh, well, okay?”
She was a mess in the face of all that hotness.
He smiled, which
the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen on any man—ever.
“I think what I’m
asking,” he began and sighed as if he had the patience of Job, “is do you want
the aisle or the window?”
She stared up at
him, and his brows lowered. Then it hit her. “Oh! Aisle is fine, thanks,” she
murmured as she started to stand so he could sit down.
His face
tightened as if he’d argue, but then he brushed by her to his seat and there it
was—the holy grail of backside views. She thought she heard angels singing and
somebody yelling, “Hallelujah.” Allie shook her head. Her palms itched again,
and she rubbed them on her jeans.
She couldn’t sit
beside him. Not Mr. LMAO, with his minty, evergreen smell and his Irish eyes
a-smilin’. No, no, no…
Hello, Readers!
My name is Lea Griffith and I’m here to tell you a little bit about myself and
my upcoming release, Flash of Fury, the first full-length story in my Endgame
Ops series. Where should I start? How we start with some personal stuff?
Everybody likes personal stuff, yeah?
Okay, here we
go—you get five personal facts though to be honest I’m long-winded so I’ll say
five but it will probably end up being lots more. Sharing is caring, lol.
- I’m married with three teenage daughters
ages 16, 17, and just turned 19. I think I’m still sane. (Would I know if
I wasn’t? :)
- I spend my days mimicking a Practice
Administrator for two very busy internal medicine offices in Athens,
Georgia. I’ve been in the medical field for a long, long time and again,
I’m still sane. Same disclaimer from #1 applies.
- I graduated from Brenau University a
long, long time ago in a land far, far away. I have a Bachelors of Science
degree. I majored in Biology and minored in Chemistry. See disclaimer from
#2.
- I LOVE reading. The only thing I love
doing more is writing. I like to hunt, hate to fish, and I really, really
enjoy spending time with my mom and kids. Hubs too when I can pull him
away from Real Housewives episodes. The man has a serious heart-on for
reality TV. *sigh* Again, I’m going to reference the disclaimer from #3.
- Favorite authors you ask? Julie Garwood,
Kathleen Woodiwiss, Linda Howard. Favorite books of all time? The Wolf and
the Dove by Kathleen Woodiwiss, Kiss Me While I Sleep by Linda Howard, The
Prize by Julie Garwood, and one more—Wildcard by Lora Leigh. That’s my
authors and books. You now know more about me than some of my family
members, lol!
And now that I’ve
given you deets on me, let me bend your ear (or would that be your eyes?) about
my Endgame Ops series. If you like your heroes incredibly alpha and you like
your heroines strong enough to take them on and give it right back, I think
I’ve got a few stories cooking for you.
Suspense, heat,
and overwhelming connections abound as you enter a world of shadows and
intrigue. Each story of my Endgame Ops series brings you closer to a truth you
may not be able handle. So watch your step because danger is around every
corner and Endgame’s story is just beginning with my upcoming release, Flash of
Fury. Let me introduce you to King and Allie. Prepare yourself.
Kingston
McNally lost men when someone betrayed his team, and now he's out for
retribution. His quest for the enemy's courier leads him to Cameroon and Allie
Redding, a petite Peace Corps volunteer as stubborn as she is brave. Their
attraction is immediate, but Allie has secrets of her own...and she's not
giving them up easily.
Allie's life has been spent hiding in plain sight, but she's had enough of her cloak-and-dagger existence. On her way home, her plane is hijacked-and King saves her life. But that doesn't mean she owes him anything...even if he is the most damnably sexy man she's ever laid eyes on. He's got black ops and secrets written all over him, and trust is a two-way street.
Allie's life has been spent hiding in plain sight, but she's had enough of her cloak-and-dagger existence. On her way home, her plane is hijacked-and King saves her life. But that doesn't mean she owes him anything...even if he is the most damnably sexy man she's ever laid eyes on. He's got black ops and secrets written all over him, and trust is a two-way street.
Flash
of Fury is a fast-paced, action-packed story
of survival and how in the midst of the most harrowing circumstances, love can
find a way to sneak in and knock you on your behind. With both of them hiding
secrets, they’ll have to find a way to survive terrorists and each other.
I hope, with
everything in me, that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Now what are you
waiting for? Go read ALL THE WORDS!
<3 you hard,
Lea
PS It’s your turn
to tell me a little about you—fave authors? Fave reads? Are you still sane?
Remember, sharing is caring.
Lea Griffith has been reading romance novels since a young age.
She cut her teeth on the greats: McNaught, Woodiwiss, and Garwood. She still
consumes every romance book she can put her hands on, and now she writes her
own compelling romantic suspense. Lea lives with her husband and three teenage
daughters in rural Georgia.
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