Elle James

Hot Zone


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      A knight in shining spurs…

      Army ranger Trace “Hawkeye” Walsh is in Montana to consider his future, until his involvement in a car chase leaves Olivia Dawson without a foreman for her ranch. Hawkeye can’t walk away from the woman in need. But tackling the role of ranch hand, horses and all, puts this soldier in a hot zone he never imagined.

      Olivia needs more than just help with the cattle. The whole reason she’s saddled with Stone Creek Ranch is because someone murdered her father…and now wants the ranch for themselves. Though he’s considering walking away from his career, there’s no way Hawkeye can leave Olivia behind. He must complete this mission for the good of the country—and his heart.

      Ballistic Cowboys

      Liv bristled. “I don’t need someone to protect me.”

      “No one can watch their own back,” Hawkeye said. “As a member of the armed forces, I know what it means to trust the guys behind me.”

      “Who did you have in mind?”

      He smiled. “Me.”

      A thrill of something she hadn’t felt in a long time—if she didn’t count the kiss—rippled through Liv. Taking on Hawkeye could prove to be a big mistake in more ways than one. “What choice do I have?”

      “None,” Hawkeye said, his tone firm and final.

      For however long it took to find her father’s murderer and stop this insanity going on in her community, she was stuck with Hawkeye. And despite her initial resistance, she had to admit to herself she might just need him.

      Hot Zone

      Elle James

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       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      ELLE JAMES, a New York Times bestselling author, started writing when her sister challenged her to write a romance novel. She has managed a full-time job and raised three wonderful children, and she and her husband even tried ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas). Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird! Elle loves to hear from fans at [email protected] or www.ellejames.com.

      This book is dedicated to my daughters, who chose to give back to their country by joining the military.

       Thank you for following in your mother’s footsteps!

      Love you both so much!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Extract

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      Trace “Hawkeye” Walsh checked the coordinates he’d been given by Transcontinental Pipeline Inspection, Inc., and glanced down at the display on the four-wheeler’s built-in GPS guidance device. He’d arrived at checkpoint number four. He switched off the engine, climbed off the ATV and unfolded the contour map across the seat.

      As with the first three checkpoints, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for at the location. He wasn’t a pipeline inspector, and he didn’t have the tools and devices used by one, but he scanned the area anyway.

      Tracing his finger along the line drawn in pencil across the page, he paused. He should be getting close to the point at which RJ Khalig had been murdered. Based on the tight contour lines on the map, he would find the spot over the top of the next ridgeline and down in the valley.

      Hawkeye glanced upward. Treacherous terrain had slowed him down. In order to reach some of the points on the map, he’d had to follow old mining trails and bypass canyons. He shrugged. It wasn’t a war zone, he wasn’t fighting the Taliban or ISIS, and it beat the hell out of being in an office job any day of the week.

      That morning, his temporary boss, Kevin Garner, had given him the assignment of following the pipeline through some of the most rugged terrain he’d ever been in, even considering the foothills of Afghanistan. He was game. If he had to be working with the Department of Homeland Security in the Beartooth Mountains of Wyoming, he was happy to be out in the backwoods, rather than chasing wild geese, empty leads and the unhappy residents of the tiny town of Grizzly Pass.

      In the two weeks he’d been in the small town of Grizzly Pass, they’d had two murders, a busload of kids taken hostage and two people hunted down like wild game. When he’d agreed to the assignment, he’d been looking forward to some fresh mountain air