Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson
It will certainly believe when you are going to select this publication. This impressive Under Fire (Brothers In Arms: Retribution), By Carol Ericson book can be reviewed entirely in certain time depending upon how often you open and read them. One to remember is that every e-book has their own manufacturing to obtain by each viewers. So, be the great visitor as well as be a far better person after reading this publication Under Fire (Brothers In Arms: Retribution), By Carol Ericson
Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson
Free Ebook PDF Online Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson
An experiment gone wrong unleashes the most elite killers on the planet When an unstable patient opens fire on Ava Whitman's lab, only a bulletproof window and agent Max Duvall stand between her and certain death. Max vows to prevent Tempest—the covert ops agency behind the shooting—from killing the one witness left standing: Ava. But a victim of a brainwashing attempt, Max is battling his own demons. How can a man who has been programmed to become a mindless, soulless killer keep the emerald-eyed beauty safe? Now on the run and running out of time, Max has to use every ounce of strength to ignore his deadly tendencies. And every bit of willpower to not give in to his desire for Ava.
Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson- Amazon Sales Rank: #2254787 in Books
- Brand: Ericson, Carol
- Published on: 2015-06-16
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.60" h x .59" w x 4.20" l, .24 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 224 pages
About the Author Carol Ericson lives in southern California, home of state-of–the-art cosmetic surgery, wild freeway chases, and a million amazing stories. These stories, along with hordes of virile men and feisty women clamor for release from Carol’s head until she sets them free to fulfill their destinies and her readers’ fantasies. To find out more about Carol and her current books, please visit her website at www.carolericson.com, “where romance flirts with danger.”
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The shell casings from the bullets pinged off the metal file cabinets. One landed inches from her nose and rolled one way and then the other, its gold plating winking at her under the fluorescent lights. The acrid smell of gunpowder tickled her nostrils. She smashed her nose against the linoleum to halt the sneeze threatening to explode and give away her position.Someone grunted. Someone screamed. Again.Ava held her breath as the rubber sole of a black shoe squeaked past her face. She followed its path until her gaze collided with Dr. Arnoff's.From beneath the desk across from her, he put his finger to his lips. His thick glasses, one lens crushed, lay just out of his reach between the two desks. With his other finger, he pointed past her toward the lab.Afraid to move even a centimeter, Ava blinked her eyes to indicate her understanding. If they could make their way to the lab behind the bulletproof glass and industrial-strength locks they might have a chance to survive this lunacy.The shooter moved past the desks, firing another round from his automatic weapon. Glass shattered—not the bulletproof kind. A loud bump, followed by a crack and the door to the clinic, her domain, crashed open.Greg bellowed, "No, no, no!"Another round of fire and Greg's life ended in a thump and a gurgle.Ava squeezed her eyes closed, and her lips mumbled silent words. Keep going. Keep going.If the shooter kept walking through the clinic, he'd wind up on the other side in the waiting room. At this time of night, nobody was in the waiting room, which led to a door and a set of stairs to the outside.Keep going.He returned. His boots crunched through the glass. Then he howled like a wounded animal, and the hair on the back of Ava's neck stood at attention and quivered.The footsteps stopped on the other side of the desk—her pathetic hiding place. In the sudden silence of the room, her heartbeat thundered. Surely he could hear it, too.He kicked at a shard of glass, which skittered between the two desks.Ava turned widened eyes on Dr. Arnoff and swallowed. She harbored no hopes that the doctor could take down the shooter. Although a big man, his fighting days were behind him. Their best hope was to make it to the lab and wait for help.The black-booted foot stepped between the desks, smashing the other lens of Dr. Arnoff's glasses. A second later the shooter lifted the desk by one edge and hurled it against the wall as if it were a piece of furniture in a dollhouse.Exposed, Dr. Arnoff scrambled for cover, his army crawl no match for the lethal weapon pointed at him. The bullets hit his body, making it jump and twitch.Ava dug a fist against her mouth, and her teeth cut into her lips. The metallic taste of her blood mimicked the smell permeating the air.Then her own cover disappeared, snatched away by some towering hulk. She didn't scream. She didn't beg. The gunman existed in a haze behind the weapon that he now had aimed at her head.His gloved finger on the trigger of the assault rifle mesmerized her. She mumbled a prayer with parched lips. Click. She sucked in a breath. Click. She gritted her teeth.Click. He'd run out of ammo.He reached into the pocket of his fatigues, and adrenaline surged through her body. She clambered over the discarded desk and launched herself at the lab door. With shaking hands she scrabbled for the badge around her neck and pressed it to the reader. The red light mocked her.Her badge didn't allow her access to this lab. Her exclusion from the lab had been a source of irritation to her for almost two years. How could she forget that now?She dropped to her knees and crawled to Dr. Arnoff's dead body. Her fingers trembled as she unclipped the badge from the pocket of his white coat.Amid the clicking and clacking behind her, the gunman muttered to himself.Expecting another round of shots at any second, Ava swiped Dr. Arnoff's badge across the reader. The green lights blinked in a row as if she'd just won a jackpot. She had.She yanked open the heavy door and shoved it closed just as the shooter looked up from his task. Five seconds later, a volley of bullets thwacked the glass.Knowing the gunman could lift a badge from any of the dead bodies around him just as she had, Ava slid three dead bolts across the door and took two steps back.This windowless room, clicking and buzzing with machinery, computers and refrigeration, offered no escape, but it did contain a landline telephone. Maybe someone had been able to make a call to the police when the mayhem started, but no cavalry had arrived to the rescue yet.After his first round, the crazed man outside her sanctuary had stopped shooting. He seemed to be searching the bodies of her fallen coworkers—looking for a badge, no doubt. He wouldn't find Dr. Arnoff's.Ava pounced on the receiver of the telephone on the wall beside the door. Her heart skipped a beat. No dial tone. She tapped the phone over and over, but it remained dead.Even if she had her cell phone, which remained in the pocket of her lab coat hanging on a hook in the clinic, it wouldn't do any good. Nobody could get reception in this underground building in the middle of the desert.The lock clicked and she spun around. The shooter was leaning against the door, pressing a badge up to the reader. The lock on the handle responded, but the dead bolts held the door securely in place.She'd resented being locked out of this lab, but now she couldn't be happier about those extra reinforcements.He grabbed the handle and shook it while releasing another roar.Ava covered her galloping heart with one hand as she studied the glittering eyes visible from the slits in the ski mask. What did he want? Drugs? Why murder all these people for drugs? Why come all the way out here to a high-level security facility to steal meds?He gave up on the door and shook his head once. Then he reached up and yanked the ski mask from his head.Ava gasped and stumbled back. She knew him. Simon.He was one of her patients, one of the covert agents the lab treated and monitored.Guess they hadn't monitored him closely enough."Simon?" She flattened her palm against the glass of the window. "Simon, put down your weapon. The police are on their way."She had no idea if the police were on their way or not. The lab used its own security force, so she and her co-workers never had a reason to call in the police from the small town ten miles away in this New Mexico desert. Since the lab's security guards had made no attempt to stop Simon, she had a sick feeling Simon had already dealt with them."You need help, Simon. I can help you." She licked her lips. "Whatever you need me to say to the authorities, I'll say it. We can tell them it was your job, the stress."His mouth twisted and he lunged at the window, jabbing the butt of his gun against the glass, which shivered under the assault.Ava blinked and jerked back. She made a half turn and scanned the lab. If he somehow made it through the door and she got close enough to him, she could stick him with a needle full of tranquilizer that would drop him in his tracks. She could throw boiling water or a chemical mixture in his face.He'd never let her get that close. He'd come through shooting, and she wouldn't have a chance against those bullets. None of the others had. She gulped back a sob.The bullets started again. Simon had stepped away from the door and continued spraying bullets at the glass. That window hadn't been designed to withstand this kind of relentless barrage. She knew. She'd asked when she started working here, curious about the extra security of this room.He knew it, too. Sweat beaded on Simon's ruddy face as he took a breather. He didn't even need to reload. He rolled his shoulders as if preparing for the long haul.Then he resumed firing at the window.Again, Ava searched the room, tilting her head back to examine the ceiling. Unfortunately, the ceiling was solid, except for one vent. She eyed the rectangular cover. Could she squeeze through there?Simon took another break to examine the battered window, placing his weapon on the floor beside him.She tried to catch his gaze, tried to make some human contact, but this person was just a shell of the Simon she had known. The sarcastic redhead who did killer impressions had disappeared, replaced by this creature with dead eyes.Ava's breath hitched in her throat. Beyond Simon, a figure decked out in black riot gear loomed in the doorway of the clinic. Was it someone from security? The police?Not wanting to alert Simon, she inched farther away from the window and kept her gaze glued to Simon's face.The man at the door yelled, "Simon!"How did he know who the shooter was? Had someone from the lab seen Simon before the rampage started and reported him?Simon turned slowly."Give it up, Simon." The man raised his weapon. "We can get help, together."Simon growled and swayed from side to side.Would he go for his gun on the floor?Taking a single step into the room, the man tried again. "Step away from your weapon, Simon. We'll figure this out."Simon shouted, "They have to pay!"Ava hugged herself as a chill snaked up her spine.His animalistic sounds had frightened her, but his words struck cold fear into her heart. Pay for what? He'd gone insane, and they'd been responsible for him, for his well-being."Not Dr. Whitman. It's not her fault."Ava threw out a hand and grasped the edge of a counter to steady herself. Her rescuer knew her name? His voice, bellowing from across the room, muffled by the mask on his face, still held a note of familiarity to her. He must be one of the security guards."It is." Simon stopped swaying. "It is her fault."He dropped to the floor and jumped up, clutching his weapon. He raised it to his shoulder but it didn't get that far.The man from across the room fired. Simon spun around and fell against the window, which finally cracked.Ava clapped a hand over her mouth as she met Simon's blue stare. The film over his eyes cleared. They widened for a second and he gasped. Blood gurgled from his gaping mouth. He slid to the floor, out of her sight.Every muscle in her body seized up and she couldn't move.The security guard kept his weapon at his shoulder as he stalked across the room. When he reached the window of the lab, he pointed his gun at the floor, presumably at Simon.Ava covered her ears, but the gunfire had finally ceased.Slinging his weapon over his shoulder, the man gestured to the door. "Open up. It's okay now."Would it ever be okay? She'd just watched a crazed gunman, one of her patients, mow down her coworkers and had barely escaped death herself.She stumbled toward the door and reached for the first lock with stiff hands. It took her several tries before she could slide all the dead bolts. Then she pressed down on the handle to open the door.The man, smelling of gunpowder and leather and power, stepped into the lab. "Are you okay, Dr. Whitman?"She knew that voice but couldn't place it. Tilting her head, she cleared her throat. "I—I'm not physically hurt.""Good." His head swiveled back and forth, taking in the small lab. "Are there any blue pills in this room?"She took a step back from his overpowering presence. "Blue pills? What are you talking about?""The blue pills." He stepped around her and yanked open a drawer. "I need as many blue pills as you have in here—all of them.""I don't know what you mean." She blinked and edged toward the door. Had she just gone from one kind of crazy to another? Maybe this man was Simon's accomplice and they were both after drugs.He continued his search through the lab, repeating his request for blue pills, pulling out drawers and banging cupboard doors open.A crash from another area of the building made them both jump, and he swore.Taking her arm in his gloved hand, he said, "We need to get out of here unless you can tell me where to find some blue pills.""I told you, I don't know about any blue pills, and there's no serum on hand either." Maybe he was after the vitamin boost the agents received quarterly.He grunted. "Then let's go.""Wait a minute." She shook him off. "H-he's dead, right? Simon's dead?" The man nodded once."Then why do we have to leave? Maybe that noise was the police breaking in here." Cold fear flooded her veins and she hugged her body. "Are there more? Is there another gunman?""He's the only one.""Then I'd rather stay here and wait for the rest of your—" she waved a hand at him "—security force or the cops or whoever is on the way. That could be them."He adjusted his bulletproof vest and took her arm again. "We don't want to wait for anyone."Confusion clashed with anger at his peremptory tone and the way he kept grabbing her. She jerked her arm away from him and dug her heels into the floor. "Hold on. My entire department has just been murdered. I was almost killed. I'm not going anywhere. I don't even know who the hell you are.""Sure you do." He reached up with one hand and yanked the ski mask from his head.Her eyebrows shot up. Max Duvall. Another one of her patients, another agent—just like Simon."Y-you, you're…""That's right, and you're coming with me. Now." He scooped her up with one arm and threw her over his shoulder. "Whether you want to or not."
Where to Download Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson
Most helpful customer reviews
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Can she trust him with her heart and her very life? By Virginia Campbell Romantic Suspense author Carol Ericson begins a thrilling new series, "Brothers in Arms: Retribution", with the action-filled "Under Fire". Covert Ops agent Max Duvall, still recovering from the lingering effects of a brainwashing attempt, is a man inwardly desperate to regain his soul and his spirit. Dr. Ava Whitman has made a deadly mistake: she has unknowingly been assisting "Tempest", the corrupt black ops group out to run the world and bring down the crime-fighting covert agency, "Prospero", and its leader, Jack Coburn. When her lab is destroyed, and her coworkers are killed, it's Max who comes to Ava's rescue--and he needs her as much as she needs him. Max was part of a group of agents who routinely visited Ava for treatment of mental and physical injuries as part of a research program. Max needs to find himself again, and Ava is the only one who can help him--if he can keep them both alive. The more time they spend together, the more their attraction grows, and soon their hearts as much endangered as their existence. Can Max not only overcome the threat of Tempest, but overcome his struggles with his own psyche? Ava was always fond of Max as her patient, but now she feels more than mere fondness. Can she trust him with her heart and her very life? "Under Fire" is an involving and intriguing read for lovers of romantic suspense.Review Copy Gratis Author
2 of 3 people found the following review helpful. Carol Ericson's best book ever! By J. Coy This was clearly my favorite book of Carol Ericson's. When I first started reading it, I thought I was reading a Bourne novel (it reminded me very much of the last Bourne movie) and I was quite disappointed. However, I LOATHE to not finish a book and I'm so glad I continued reading because this book was full of constant action, mystery, suspense, terror and (naturally) love. I love, love, loved the book!Ava Whitman and Max Duvall made a great couple and you could feel the sexual tension throughout the book. Max is going to keep her alive no matter what and Ava wants to find the cure for Max. Each have to battle their own demons and keep one another alive. Ava knows she doesn't stand a chance without Max's help. Even if she wasn't trying to help him, she knows those responsible for the brainwashing protocol will stop at nothing to keep her from 'curing' Max and others.The only reason that I gave this book 4 stars instead of 5 is because I thought it wrapped up just a bit too quickly. When I got to the last chapter, I was positive this was going to be part one of a two-part story - but Ericson wrapped it all up. I really wanted it to go on for just a little bit longer. Having said that, though - this is hands down my favorite book of Carol's so far.I would recommend this heartily to everyone!
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Wham! Bam! Amazing Fast Paced Action! By GREEN Wham! Bam! Amazing Fast Paced Action!A covert government agency has been turning agents into nearly indestructible super assassins. A perfect plan until something goes terribly wrong. .The drugs used to control the agents and their memories does not necessarily work on all of them.When an unstable rouge agent decides to take his anger out on the people who have been controlling him for years, Ava Whitman finds herself in danger. Confusion and fear have her seeking answers even as her life hangs in the balance. Can she survive the madness and find the truth? Not without and endless supply of ammo, cash, and a rouge assassin of her own.Max Duvall wants to be free of the government agency that has been controlling him for years. He has managed to break free of their hold except for one tiny detail . He is dependent on the pills they have been providing him. These small pills help him keep the super assassin under control. Without them, he could go off the hinges…unless he can find the antidote. He has five pills left. With a ticking clock and Ava by his side, he has to come up with a solution that will protect them both.This book is well written, action packed and exciting! This is a great choice if you are looking for a book that will keep you turning the pages.
See all 11 customer reviews... Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol EricsonUnder Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson PDF
Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson iBooks
Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson ePub
Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson rtf
Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson AZW
Under Fire (Brothers in Arms: Retribution), by Carol Ericson Kindle
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar