Titanium Security Series 4:ExtinguishedBy: Cross Kaylea
I dedicate this book to all those who have served and those currently serving. And a special shout out to the few and proud of the United States Marine Corps—Semper Fi.
This is the fourth book of my Titanium Security series, and I hope you love Blake and Jordyn’s story. I adore friends-to-lovers/best-friend’s-little-sister stories, and this one really tugged at my heartstrings. Also, I hope you learn a thing or two about snipers you didn’t know before!
Up next is Alex’s story. You know how I love older heroes, and this story’s gonna be emotionally intense.
She’s wanted him forever…
For years former Marine Jordyn Bridger has been in love with a man who refused to see her as anything but his best friend’s little sister. A mind-blowing kiss finally changed that, but then he disappeared from her life. Now he’s back, to recruit her for a job with his NSA-sanctioned Titanium Security team. They’re going after the terrorist responsible for the recent attacks on their team and Jordyn is eager to lend her skill set to the hunt. She’s determined to prove to Blake that she’s capable of holding her own—both in the bedroom and on the battlefield.
He’s never walking away again…
Former Marine Scout/Sniper Blake Ellis hid his true feelings for Jordyn for years out of respect for her and her family, but once he learns those feelings aren’t one-sided, he can’t keep his distance any longer. When a team tragedy thrusts Jordyn into the front line with him on a battlefield, Blake will do whatever it takes to protect her. She’s everything he ever wanted in a woman but he was too stubborn to see it. Now it might be too late for them. As they race to capture the terrorist they’re hunting, Blake and Jordyn find themselves fighting for their lives. If they want to make it out alive they must work together to defeat an unseen, powerful network that will stop at nothing until their entire team is dead.
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My rifle and I know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!
-Rifleman’s Creed, United States Marine Corps
Seven months ago
The house was quiet. All the guests had finally left. Without Jamie here the house that had been like his second home suddenly seemed so empty.
Blake Ellis entered the kitchen to find Jordyn still putting away the last of the leftover food. She glanced up at him, looking exhausted and tense as she pushed a hand through the tumble of rich brown waves cascading over her shoulder. The sleeveless black dress she wore hugged the lean lines of her body and the black heels accentuated the muscles in her long legs. “Everyone gone now?”
He tore his gaze away from her sexy bare legs and nodded, unsure how to help. “Can I give you a hand in here?”
“No, I’m almost done.” She went back to covering the platters of appetizers with plastic wrap and shoved them into the big fridge. “You can go, if you want. You don’t need to keep me company.”
Yes, I do. He couldn’t leave her like this, even though he knew it was probably best if he did. “I’ll drive you home when you’re ready.”
“I can drive myself home.”
“You’re not driving tonight, Jordyn.” He’d stopped after the second round of shots in Jamie’s honor a few hours ago. Jordyn had had at least three more since then. And he could tell she was barely hanging on to her control at this point.