In the Wrong Sights
(Bad Karma Special
Ops, Book 4)
By
Tracy Brody
*A Second Chance Military Romance
Blurb -
A TRAUMA NURSE THE CARTEL WANTS DEAD
Cassidy O’Shea
overheard what should have been a patient’s deathbed confession—except the
cartel hitman lived. She’s lost two years of her life being in witness
protection, but nothing will stop her from attending the funeral of Hal, her
ex-stepfather and the only father figure she’s ever known. Except her quick
trip to Fort Bragg is exactly what an assassin hoped for.
AN ELITE SOLDIER WANTING JUSTICE
Learning his Special
Ops mentor was murdered, AJ Rozanski’s suspicions turn to Hal’s mysterious
stepdaughter who appeared at the funeral. He’s stunned to learn her testimony
is needed to bring down the head of a major arms cartel. When the marshals
request the Bad Karma team’s aid to persuade Cassidy to stay in the Witness
Protection program, AJ is determined to convince her to do the right thing—and
to find Hal’s killer. He’s supposed to be protecting her, not falling for a
woman he may never see again.
A PAWN IN THE JUSTICE SYSTEM
An attempt on her life
sends Cassidy to the only people she trusts—and back into AJ’s arms. His team
sets a trap for the assassin who killed Hal, but that won’t end the threats to
Cassidy and her family. The only way to escape spending her life in WITSEC is
for the hitman she helped save to testify against the head of the arms cartel,
except he’s not motivated to talk. Can she outlast and outwit him in a deadly
game of survival?
Heat level: Steamy.
Contains sexual content/on the page. Not overly explicit.
Profanity: Moderate (These are military characters)
Contains hunky heroes, a strong female heroine, and a military working dog.
Buy Link -
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- Excerpt -
The weight of the casket and lifeless body of Master Sergeant
Hal Boswell matched the heaviness in AJ’s soul. If he hadn’t been the one to
discover Hal, to press two shaky fingers to the cold flesh of his throat, he
might not have accepted the death of his mentor.
A heart attack. AJ’s jaw locked recalling what the coroner had
speculated. No way. It had to be something else. Hal was as fit as when he’d
served on Special Forces teams. He’d endured multiple tours of duty. Survived
too many dangerous missions to count. For him to die of a heart attack was like
surviving a gunfight and then dying from the flu shot.
AJ wanted this to be a bad dream. Instead, he joined five
other elite warriors—men Hal had molded into the best of the best—and moved
toward the open grave. Even at eleven hundred hours, the heat and humidity of a
cloudless North Carolina morning made sweat trickle from the rim of his dress
uniform hat, down his neck, and under the crisp collar of his shirt. His
white-gloved hand gripped the casket’s handle as he and the other pallbearers
took short, precise steps. Steps closer to the void in AJ’s life left by Hal’s
passing.
Had he done enough to show his appreciation while Hal was
alive? There’d be no more weekend trips to Hal’s fishing cabin. No more
wrangling over who caught the biggest trout. God, he hoped Hal had no doubt of
his respect and the father-and-son type of bond that went beyond Hal’s
mentoring.
The forty or so mourners seated were other lives Hal had
touched: members of the Army’s Special Forces community; former teammates;
members of the Selection cadre; men he mentored. All of them turned out in
uniform to pay their respects.
However, there were no grieving widows at this funeral. Chief
Lundgren contacted at least two of Hal’s ex-wives, but the few women among the
group were wives attending with their husbands. No true family to hand the flag
to.
A flash of movement to his left drew AJ’s gaze to the lone
woman in running shorts and a T-shirt. Her long, lithe limbs churned, and her
dark-red ponytail swung as she ran along the asphalt drive bordered by tall
pines. Right toward them.
Protesters at military funerals usually had
signs and typically didn’t come solo. Was she curious? Her
questionable choice of locations aside, with its acres of white tombstones
standing like rows of dominoes, why intrude on the one ceremony taking place?
Jeez, lady. Have some respect.
Tracy Brody has written a series of single-title romances
featuring the Bad Karma Special Ops team whose love lives are as dangerous as
their missions. A SHOT WORTH TAKING and
IN THE WRONG SIGHTS won the Golden Heart for romantic suspense in 2015 and
2016. DEADLY AIM was a four-time
finalist in the Golden Heart.
She has a background in banking, retired to become a
domestic engineer, and aims to supplement her husband’s retirement using her
overactive imagination. Tracy began
writing spec movie and TV scripts, however, when two friends gave her the same
feedback on a script, saying that they’d love to see it as a book, she didn’t
need to be hit over the head with a literal 2” x 4” to get the message. She joined RSW and developed her craft and is
still working on using commas correctly.
Tracy and her husband live in North Carolina. She’s the proud mother of a daughter and son
and now a mother-in-law. She invokes her
sense of humor while volunteering at the USO.
You may spot her dancing in the grocery store aisles or talking to
herself as she plots books and scenes while walking in her neighborhood, the
park, or at the beach on retreats with friends.
She has a free novelette, UNDERCOVER ANGEL, that is available exclusively to her newsletter subscribers - https://www.tracybrody.com/newsletter-signup
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