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RESOLUTIONS

 Honor Guard Series

BY

TERRI RIGGS

BLURB:
DEA agent Eve Taylor has had her fill of alpha males. When Resolutions’ operative and former lover, Dillon “Mac” McKenna, threatened her hard-earned independence, she ran. On a mission to gather evidence against a Colombian drug-lord, Eve discovers the drug-lord is helping terrorists plan an attack on American soil. Before she can escape with the vital information, she’s captured and comes face to face with her mortality...

 

 As a teen, Mac watched his family fall apart after his mother died doing dangerous U.N. work. The possibility of losing Eve to a mission ignited an overwhelming need to protect her. When he forced her to choose him or her job, she walked away. Two years later, it seems all his nightmares have come true and he’s tasked with rescuing her from a Colombian prison. Mac has never stopped loving Eve, but does he dare risk his heart when he’s so terrified of losing…

On the run, Mac and Eve must learn to trust each other again in order to stay alive. 

Note: Resolutions is a private black ops agency specializing in the near-impossible extractions of kidnap victims, hostages, and all forms of intelligence other agencies have failed to retrieve. 

Goodreads Link - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18590656-resolutions?from_search=true

Resolutions                                                                                                                            

Romantic Suspense

Honor Guard Series

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What Readers are saying: 

"I love the sexual tension between Eve and Mac. The hot, steamy Colombian jungle makes a great backdrop for a love story that begins with two ex-lovers on the run."

-K. Kishpaugh, Amazon

"The action and suspense were nonstop. Eve was believable as a tough and persistent female protagonist. And I liked how she and Mac's characters developed throughout the story.”

-Marie, Amazon

“Nonstop action and plenty of sexual tension between the lead characters. A quick, suspenseful read. I would recommend this to my friends.”

-Lady A, Amazon

“A good read with plenty of action. I liked the gun battle scenes. They were well paced and for fairly accurate. Mendoza was played well and I enjoyed Mac and Eve's determination to stop him.”

-Cooper, Amazon

EXCERPT:

He looked at Eve. She’d blended into the shadows. Vanished like a puff of smoke in the wind, her breathing not even loud enough to give her away. Heavy steps paused outside the door. He went on alert, his body shooting high-octane adrenaline to all parts. The doorknob jiggled, but the door didn’t open and the footsteps continued on their journey. Mac let out the breath he held and let his shoulders go slack. His blood began to circulate at normal speed again and his trigger finger relaxed.

Eve slipped from her hiding place and sauntered back to the desk. She picked the laptop up and sat it back on the desk, her movements guarded. The glow from the screen lit her face once more. She radiated determination and confidence. Lips, barely moving, formed silent words while she skimmed the monitor’s display. Her right hand floated to her injured shoulder and rubbed gently.

Mac lightly stroked her hair. “You want to finish our talk?”

Her hand dropped to her side and she straightened. “Not now. Let’s get this finished. The download’s complete.” She removed the flash drive and put it in her pocket. “Give me a sec to download the wipe drive program.”

Mac said, “He’s going to be all levels of pissed.”

“Yeah, isn’t it great?” A grin tweaked her lips, exactly what Mac needed to see. He really did like the way the woman worked. Not to mention the way she looked. The way she smelled and tasted. The way her body fit beneath his. But he needed to focus on the business at hand.

“I’m doing a seven-level wipe of the computer, a wipe so deep nobody will ever be able to reconstruct data from this puppy. I helped build this program while I was still in tech support. It’s bad-ass.” She sounded happier than she had in a long time.

“Mendoza’s going to find a business is hard to run without proper files.”

Eve worked a few more minutes before shutting down the laptop. She closed the lid, wiped her hands together in an exaggerated gesture. “Done. Now all we gotta do is pray the arrogant ass hasn’t backed his files up.”

Mac said, “Not his style.”

“I’m banking on it. Let’s get out of here.”

“Copy that.”

Eve entered the code to unlock the door and Mac cracked it open. The foyer remained empty. They made their way to the stairway and hurried down, keeping their footsteps quick and silent. Halfway through the underground hallway, Mac spotted a group of three, maybe four men running full-throttle toward them. He fought the need to push Eve behind him.

He offered her a swaggering smile. “Okay, Eve. Let’s kick some ass.”

Eve darted to the right, Mac to the left. A shot pinged past her, ricocheting off the concrete wall, showering her with pulverized gravel that stung her skin like a son of a bitch. Aiming the AK-47, she pulled the trigger, waited for the recoil and blast. Nothing happened. Damn. The gun jammed. She tossed it and dodged the next spray of bullets.

She reached the shooter before he had a chance to fire another round. Eve took a deep breath, grunted, and swept her leg in a graceful arc, snagging him behind the knees. He twisted in midair and hit the ground facedown with a loud thud. His handgun skittered across the floor.

Using her weight, Eve dropped on both knees and landed solid on the man’s turned neck. Vertebra snapped and crunched beneath her, and the garbled hiss of his last breath signaled she’d won this round. He went lax.

One down.Two to go.

Eve tried to steal a glance at Mac and the man he grappled with. A hit to her back knocked her off balance. The air rushed from her lungs. Her face met the floor, then her body, and jarred her injured shoulder. Pain screamed in two-part harmony and her vision tunneled. White spots danced before her.

“You bastard.” She tried to get control of her breathing again, and refocus on the target at hand. “You are so about to die.”

She rolled to her side first, onto her knees, and up. Once standing, Eve landed a forceful blow to the man’s gonads. He doubled over and clutched himself. Using all the strength in her good arm, she gripped his greasy hair and jerked down while kneeing his face. A warm flow of blood from his nose soaked her knee. The man sobbed, but managed to get in a gut punch. He latched on to her waist. Eve

shook off the hit and tried to break free. She curled around him and saw the M9 Beretta tucked in his waistband.

“Fuck this.” She reached over his back, pulled the gun, planted the muzzle against the side of his head and squeezed the trigger. He wobbled like a Weeble for a couple seconds, then dropped like a bag of marbles.

Two down.

Acutely aware of the sound of fists hitting skin, she found Mac fighting another guard. Locked in battle near another stairwell, the man held Mac and delivered repeated blows to his right side. Eve raced toward them, ready to help. Instead, she got an up-close view of Mac head butting the man. The guard staggered back, wiping blood from his face. When he charged, Mac side stepped and grabbed the guard’s throat. With a snap of his opposite hand, he broke the man’s neck, and he toppled into a pile at Mac’s feet.

He stepped over the carcass and took Eve into his arms.

His warmth soothed, but there wasn’t time for comfort. Using all the willpower she could muster, she jerked away from him and took a step back.

“Don’t, Eve. Don’t turn away from me.” He reached for her.

“I’m not. I just think we need to clear the compound and San Carlos Lucas while we still can.” She eyed the mini Uzi Mac had taken from Carlos laying near the corpse of the man he’d just taken down. “Grab your weapon and let’s go. Unless we come across Mendoza, we’re finished here. There’s no time—”

Shots rang out. Eve and Mac hit the ground and crawled to a sheltered area behind an arched beam. She ran her hand over herself. She hadn’t been hit. Her focus turned to Mac.

Mac, are you okay?”

“Depends on your definition of okay.”

“Oh, God.” Eve heard his heavy breathing and panic rose up her throat. “Please, tell me you’re not hit.”

“Sorry to disappoint. Don’t worry though, it’s just a graze. I’ve suffered worse cuts shaving. We need to be more concerned about finding the shooter right now.”

Shit. The beam wasn’t big enough to protect them. Eve steadied her weapon in front of her, then around the beam. She peeked out and back again. She inched her way into a standing position and helped Mac pull himself up.

“Where are you hit?”

“My side.”

“Damn, Mac. You’re supposed to avoid those bullets when they come at you. Avoid them like a two dollar hooker with a bottle of cheap wine.”

“And you know all about two dollar hookers?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” Eve couldn’t tell if he was grunting in pain or laughing.

“I’ll try to do better next time.”

“You do that.”

“Miss Taylor, surely you’re not leaving the compound without saying a proper goodbye.”

She stilled. Mendoza’s cold, menacing voice cut right through her. Her fingers caressed the Beretta. She had to think. Needed a new plan.

Mac moved closer and gripped her arm, his touch solid and reassuring. She turned her head and whispered, “Getting away from this place is turning into a real pain in the ass.”

Mac said, “Got any ideas?”

Eve heard the tremor in Mac’s voice, hoped she wouldn’t have to make the decision to leave him behind to ensure the intel reached IDEA in one piece. “We did say we wanted the bastard. Now, I guess we get our chance at his ugly ass.” She wanted Mendoza dead.

“I assume we’re about to go in guns-ablazin’.” He shifted, looked uncomfortable in spite of his joking. “Hopefully, the onslaught of wake-the-dead shots that’ve been fired will bring Cade running.”

“That’d make three, instead of two, against Mendoza and how many?” Assuming Cade wasn’t already dead, but she wouldn’t share that suspicion with Mac.

“I’m sure Mendoza’s got a shit load of back up with him.” Mac sounded winded. “How many rounds you got?”

She popped the 9mm’s magazine, took a quick look, and slapped the ammo back in. “Thirteen. You?”

He jerked his head toward the mini Uzi he’d dropped. “You’re on your own, baby.” He paused and then added, “Unless of course you’d consider giving me the Beretta? I’ll lay down some cover while you make your way out of this place with the flash drive. Who cares which one of us carries the package out?”

“Don’t even go there, Mac. How about I lay—”

“Forget it. We stay together,” Mac said firmly.

“Agreed. We stay together. For now.” Eve would re-evaluate if Mac’s injury began to slow them down, although she had a feeling she’d not be leaving him behind.

“Then fire when you’re ready. I’ll go for the Uzi.”

Mac shifted away from her, the space behind her going from warm to cold. He settled into position, ready to hustle when she fired. Eve peered around the beam and drew a steady bead on Mendoza’s heart.

“Put the gun down, doll face.”

“Seriously?” Eve weighed her options.

“I said drop the gun, Eve. If you fire, I’ll kill McKenna.”

“Danny,” she whispered. Damn him. Her fist tightened on the Beretta, and her mind waged an internal war before she reluctantly lowered her arm, but didn’t drop the gun.

Mac filled the space to her side, his warmth instantly returning. He leaned forward and the side of his face touched hers. Heat radiated from him. His lips brushed against her ear.

“Got any other ideas, baby?”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Teri Riggs was destined to be a writer. As a small girl she didn’t read bedtime stories, she made up her own. Who needed Little Red Riding Hood or The Three Little Pigs when there were so many great tales bouncing around in her head? When she grew up and became a mother to three little girls, she continued the tradition of making up bedtime stories. On the occasions she chose to tell conventional fairytales, Teri usually gave them a bit of tweaking here and there or added a new ending. Her girls loved it.

After her daughters had the nerve to actually grow up and leave home, Teri discovered she had a passion for writing and jumped right in. It came as no surprise she chose to write mysteries and happily-ever-after’s since that’s the genres she loves to read.

Teri lives in Marietta, Georgia with her husband, one of her daughters and two dogs that seem to think they rule the world. And some days Teri thinks maybe they do. 

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