Special Forces: The Operator - Cindy Dees


Bound together by duty, they are the first line of defense.

The Mission Medusa series continues

Intense training has prepared Special Forces member Rebel McQueen for anythingthat is, except sexy security specialist Avi Bronson. They are complete opposites, and yet only Rebel and Avi believe in an imminent terrorist attack. Together, they must protect thousands of innocent lives. But who will save Rebel from certain heartache if she dares to succumb to Aviand her most dangerous attraction?

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author CINDY DEES is the author of more than fifty novels. She draws upon her experience as a US Air Force pilot to write romantic suspense. Shes a two-time winner of the prestigious RITA® Award for romance fiction, a two-time winner of the RT Reviewers Choice Best Book Award for Romantic Suspense and an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Best Author Award nominee. She loves to hear from readers at www.cindydees.com.

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Special Forces: The Operator

Cindy Dees


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SPECIAL FORCES: THE OPERATOR

© 2019 Cynthia Dees

Published in Great Britain 2019

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They waited in silence as the first course of their meal was served: hors doeuvres of wild mushrooms stuffed with crab, escargot and truffle pâté.

He silently took pleasure in watching the orgasmic expressions crossing Rebels face with each new flavor she encountered. She was a great deal more expressive than she likely thought she was. But then, a man like him was adept at catching every nuance of facial and body language, too.

Eventually, he leaned forward. I did get one interesting piece of intel from my people this afternoon.

She looked up expectantly from her potato-leek soup, abruptly all business, food forgotten. He sent a silent mental apology to the chef.

Ill share it with you, but on one condition, he murmured.

Whats that?

He stood up, went around the table and held out his hand to her. Dance with me.

Dear Reader,

Welcome to the third installment in the ongoing adventures of the Medusas!

I cannot tell you how much fun it has been to revisit my first-ever women Special Forces operators and see what theyre up to these days. Thank you so much for the opportunity and for all your emails and letters asking for more Medusa stories. I hope youre enjoying the teams new adventures even half as much as I am.

Many moons ago, I wrote about the Medusas operating at the Winter Olympics, and it seemed only fitting that this time around the team should be sent to work at the Summer Olympics. Thus, this story was born.

Throw in a fun setting, the whole Medusa team and a supersexy hero. Stir until well blended. Serve hot, of course. Voilà, the perfect recipe for exciting suspense and a truly yummy romance.

As always, I encourage you to pour yourself your favorite reading drink, sit back, settle in and enjoy the wild ride that Medusa Rebel McQueen and her perfect hero, Avi Bronson, take us on as they race to save the day and find love.

Let the games begin...

Warmly,

Cindy

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Note to Readers

Introduction

Dear Reader

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

Epilogue

About the Publisher

Chapter 1

It started as a hot tub party.

It quickly devolved into a hot tub orgy.

Rebel McQueen was supposed to provide security for a dozen members of the US womens softball delegation in the midst of it, but shed last seen her charges disappearing into a mass of gorgeous naked bodies that was the Norwegian mens water polo team.

Acute regret speared into her.

Where did she go wrong with her life that she was a lousy security guard while these other young women of her approximate age and physical ability were partying with possibly the hottest guys on the planet?

The hot tub was actually a giant swimming pool in the Olympic Village that had been heated to spa temperatures for the duration of the games. Easily two hundred athletes were in the pool now, engaging in every manner and combination of sexual play.

She got it. They were young, athletic, far from home, and had precompetition adrenaline galore before the games opened tomorrow night. But she was responsible for those softball players, and she couldnt spot a single one of them right now. All she could make out in the churning water were writhing limbs and the occasional flash of a pale face. The rest of it could just as easily have been a feeding frenzy of sharks.

The Medusasthe highly classified, all-female, Special Forces team she was part ofwere an ultra-under-the-radar part of the American security contingent at these games.

Tonight, the American security staff was undermanned, and shed volunteered to help out. But shed had no idea she was in for this! The Medusas had been briefed that the Olympic Village would be a wild party scene, but nothing in her Special Forces training had prepared her for a frat party with twenty thousand wild children determined to play. Hard.

Play. Not a word that had meaning in her world. Duty. Honor. Country. Those words, immortalized by General Douglas MacArthur, were the ones she lived by.

Oh joy. Word of the orgy must be spreading, for more athletes started arriving at the pool in a steady stream, stripping naked and jumping in.

It was arguably the best-looking group of naked people Rebel had ever seen, at any rate. Idly, she played a game of guess the sport based on body type.

There went a lean, no-fat marathon runner.

Disproportionately massive torso and skinny legs? A rower.

Big gut, wreathed in muscleweight lifter.

A crowd began to form around the edges of the pool. Whether they were purely spectators to the debauchery or waiting for an inch of open water to join in, she couldnt tell. But they elbowed Rebel back from the pool with their muscular, jostling bodies.

Swearing under her breath, she let herself be propelled back. Her orders were to be inconspicuous. Instead of resisting, she occupied herself with watching the watchers. Which was why she happened to glimpse a familiar face in the crowd. A face that made her lurch. A face that emphatically should not be here.

The face of a terrorist.

Surely shed made a mistake. She moved quickly around the pool, trying to keep an eye on the man, who looked shockingly like Mahmoud Akhtar. Mahmoud led a terror cell that kidnapped her teammate, Piper Ford, last year.

Pipers fiancé was an undercover CIA officer whod helped her escape from Mahmoud, and whod captured photographs of the entire cell of Iranian operatives. Rebel had looked at an eight-by-ten glossy photo of Mahmoud posted in the Medusas ready room every day for the past eight months. She knew his face.

And shed just seen it here in Sydney, Australia.

Next to Mahmoud, a second man stood up from where hed been squatting by the edge of the pool. Yousef Kamali. Mahmouds second-in-command and also a glossy photo on her teams personal Most Wanted wall.

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