Midnight Revenge: A Killer Instincts Novel by Elle Kennedy (English) Paperback B

Description: Midnight Revenge by Elle Kennedy Includes an excerpt from Claimed (pages 367-374). FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Seventh in a sexy, action-packed romantic suspense series from the USA Today bestselling author of Midnight Captive.From the USA Today bestselling author of Midnight Captive, the latest Killer Instincts novel is "off-the-charts-hot"* romantic suspense that takes readers into the heart of an enigmatic mercenary...Out of all the stone-cold mercenaries in Jim Morgans black ops organization, Derek "D" Pratt is the most intimidating. He is tight-lipped and covered in tattoos, and even the other guys on his team are afraid to ask him about his past. Ds been off the grid for years, but after his teammate Sullivan is mistakenly captured in his place, D is forced to come out of hiding and face his demons.When D lands in Mexico, hes ready to risk everything to save his friend. To complicate matters, Sofia Amaro, a feisty doctor whom D had a one-night stand with months ago, has tracked him down. And in an instant shes unintentionally caught up in his life-threatening rescue mission.Now D must extract not one but two people from the most violent world hes ever encountered. And one of them is carrying his child... Author Biography Elle Kennedy is the New York Times bestselling and RITA-nominated author of the Outlaws series, the Killer Instincts series, the Briar U series, and many more novels. She grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a BA in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager. She loves strong heroines, alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting! Review Praise for the Killer Instincts Novels "Elle Kennedy…leaves you breathless." —New York Times bestselling author Vivian Arend "Heart-stopping, riveting suspense." —*New York Times bestselling author Christy Reece "Hard-core romantic suspense loaded with sensuality."—USA Today Promotional Out of all the stone-cold mercenaries in Jim Morgans black ops organization, Derek D Pratt is the most intimidating. He is tight-lipped and covered in tattoos, and even the other guys on his team are afraid to ask him about his past. Review Quote Praise for the Killer Instincts Novels Promotional "Headline" Out of all the stone-cold mercenaries in Jim Morgans black ops organization, Derek D Pratt is the most intimidating. He is tight-lipped and covered in tattoos, and even the other guys on his team are afraid to ask him about his past. Excerpt from Book Praise Also Available From Elle Kennedy Title Page Copyright Dedication Acknowledgments Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Epilogue Excerpt from CLAIMED Chapter 1 Two months ago Oaxaca, Mexico "You need to pull him out." Just as Derek "D" Pratt had anticipated, his blunt command caused silence to fall over the line. But making this call had been unavoidable. Hed held his tongue for months--fuck, almost four months now--and it was time to make sure the boss knew that one of their men had become a liability. Still, it felt like he was ratting out Macgregor, and although D was many things, a rat was not one of them. He knew when to keep his mouth shut. Most days he preferred it. But if the choice came down to snitching on a teammate or staying quiet and watching that teammate get himself killed, then hed sing like a fucking canary. And people accused him of having no honor. "Is it that bad?" Jim Morgans gruff voice slid into Ds ear, and he could picture the other man back at their compound in Costa Rica, sucking on a cigarette and pacing the stone terrace as he worked over the implications of this latest hiccup. D took a drag of his own smoke, then blew a gray cloud into the night and watched it dissipate slowly. No breeze tonight. Not much humidity either. In fact, the temperature had taken a dramatic dip from afternoon to evening. Earlier itd been so hot that hed stripped off his shirt while waiting for the doc to treat Macgregor, and now he was in a threadbare hooded sweatshirt, wishing he hadnt forgotten his jacket in the chopper. The small brick building that housed the clinic was three hours from Oaxaca and nestled at the base of the mountain, its isolated location making it the ideal place for an in-and-out patch job. D and the other men on Morgans team of operatives had paid many visits to this clinic over the years. Sofia Amaro, the sole physician in charge, didnt bat an eye anymore when one of the mercenaries showed up bloody and broken and requiring a quick fix. "Its bad," D confirmed. "He almost got both of us killed this morning, not to mention Ruiz, the fucking person we were supposed to be protecting." "You told me Delgados men engaged." "They did. With the ceiling . One of them fired a warning shot after Ruiz said something that pissed off Delgado. The motherfuckers were trying to make a point." Aggravation bubbled in his throat as the mornings clusterfuck buzzed through his mind. "Macgregor shot and killed that guard, Jim. He lost his cool and snapped." Christ, theyd been lucky to get out of there alive, which probably wouldnt have been the case if the meeting had taken place in cartel territory rather than at the neutral site chosen by the DEA. Morgans team had been tasked with protecting Agent Joseph Ruiz while he negotiated with Delgado, a major cog in the cartel machine whod been willing to cooperate with the DEA in exchange for . . . for who the fuck knew what, because they hadnt even reached the demands portion of the meeting. Because of Liam fucking Macgregor. Thanks to pure, blind luck and their armory of skill, D and Liam had managed to keep Ruiz alive during the gunfight and shove him into the armored truck outside, and then D had floored it all the way back to Guadalajara. Now the DEA was foaming at the mouth because of the botched meeting, and Liam was sedated in a hospital room because hed taken a bullet to the shoulder and refused to swallow his pain meds. It was like dealing with a goddamn child. "Hes done," D told his boss, taking another deep pull on his cigarette. "This Sullivan thing has screwed with his head, and if you dont bench him--indefinitely--then hes going to get himself killed. Hell get us all killed." Morgan sighed. "I was hoping sending him out on jobs might distract him." "Bad call. Now hes just distracted in the field. Pull him out, or Ill drag him back to the compound myself and lock him in the tunnels." A tired chuckle sounded in his ear. "And you wonder why everyones terrified of you. You need to learn some diplomacy instead of forcing people to bend to your will." "I dont force shit. I do what needs to be done." There was a beat. "Hows he doing? Did Sofia get the bullet out?" "She did, and hes fine--physically anyway. Mentally, hes fucked. Hes one bad decision away from hopping a plane to Dublin and shooting answers out of people." "Shit. All right. The moment Sofia clears him for travel, bring him home. Ill call Ruiz and placate him, but the DEA is pretty fucking pissed. Might be the last time they contract us out." "Who cares? Government jobs are a bitch anyway." "Yeah, but government allies are an asset," Morgan countered. "We couldve used Ruiz if the Sullivan thing ends up being connected to the cartels." The Sullivan thing . Even though he was guilty of using the phrase himself, he hated that they were referring to their teammates disappearance like that. Like it was no big deal. But it was a big deal, so big that Liam Macgregor was lying on a gurney right now with a bullet wound in his arm. "Is that what you think?" D asked in a low voice. "That Sully mightve gotten mixed up with a cartel? Because now youre reaching." "I know Im fucking reaching, but what the hell else am I supposed to do? Its been four months. Sullys gone off the grid before, but hes never stayed away this long without making contact." Morgan sounded as frustrated and confused as hed been when D had called him from Dublin in October to tell him that Sullivan Port had gone AWOL. "Well find him, Jim." After a split-second pause, Morgan said, "I know." That nanosecond of silence, unnoticeable unless you knew Jim Morgan as well as D did, was enough to stiffen every muscle in his body. Son of a bitch. The boss had given up. After months of tapping every contact available to the team, months of following every lead and leaving no stone unturned, Morgan had given up on Sullivan. He didnt expect to find him. Or, rather, he didnt expect to find him alive . The knowledge triggered a burst of anger in Ds gut, along with a sickening rush of guilt that caught him completely off guard. He didnt experience that emotion often. His past choices, the mistakes hed made . . . He didnt dwell on them, because regret was a waste of time. When he made a decision, he was fully prepared for the consequences. If he took a life, he made peace with the action before he even pulled the trigger. And once the deed was done, it was fucking done . No looking back. No moaning and griping and feeling bad about it. Guilt and regrets were for weak men who couldnt stomach the choices theyd made in their lives. But that was the problem with "this Sullivan thing." Because it wasnt the result of a choice D had made or an action he had taken. And yet it was entirely his fault that Sullivan was missing. Sucking hard on his smoke, he filled his lungs with nicotine, hoping to ease the sudden tightening of his chest. "Ill call you once we head out," he muttered. He disconnected the call before Morgan could respond, and the ensuing silence was a relief. Although being part of a team meant he had no choice but to engage in conversations, undergo briefings, and sit through strategy sessions, he really hated it sometimes. Hated talking, hated the sound of his own voice. He took one last drag, then stomped the cigarette out beneath his boot and stalked inside. The fluorescent lighting in the clinic intensified the throbbing of his temples. He hadnt eaten all day, but that wasnt the reason for the headache. Hed spent three years in Delta, followed by three more with the Smith Group, the hush-hush black-ops agency hed sold his soul to. Both gigs had ensured he could go for days without sleep or sustenance. What he couldnt handle were loose ends. They gnawed at him like hungry scavengers, evoked a powerless sensation that made him want to pull out his HK and unload a clip into the wall. Sullivan was a loose end, damn it. "Hes asleep." The stern voice drifted toward him as he rounded the corner toward Macgregors room. Sofia Amaro stood outside the door, arms crossed over perky tits that were barely contained by her tight white tank. He instantly tensed--something about this woman always elicited that response. Her Im-ready-to-go-to-battle pose was one hed seen dozens of times before. Sofia was a pit bull when it came to her patients, snarling at anyone who tried to ignore her orders. D had always held grudging respect for her headstrong nature, but it also triggered an unwelcome rush of lust each time he encountered her. He put on an indifferent look as their eyes met, pretending that her perfect tits and insolent scowl didnt get his blood going. "Is he cleared for travel?" D peered past her slender shoulders into Liams room, studying the prone man on the bed. Good. Liams face had some color again--it had been dangerously pale during the chopper ride from Guadalajara. "No," Sofia s Details ISBN0451474430 Author Elle Kennedy Short Title MIDNIGHT REVENGE Pages 384 Language English ISBN-10 0451474430 ISBN-13 9780451474438 Media Book Year 2016 Imprint Signet Subtitle A Killer Instincts Novel Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Edition 7th Series Number 7 Series A Killer Instincts Novel Publication Date 2016-02-02 US Release Date 2016-02-02 UK Release Date 2016-02-02 Narrator Tom Judd Illustrator Brigette Barrager Translator Brian Boyd Birth 1974 Affiliation Associate Professor of Psychiatry, Bipolar Clinic and Reseach Program, Massachusetts General Hospital Position Associate Professor of Psychiatry Qualifications Ph.D. Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Format Paperback DEWEY 813.6 Audience General NZ Release Date 2016-05-31 AU Release Date 2016-05-31 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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