Wednesday, November 21, 2018

WICKED COVER REVEAL SQUEE

SEAL TEAM ALPHA: WICKED Cover Reveal and Release Information!

I'm excited to share with you guys that SEAL Team Alpha: Wicked, Book 7 is coming December 2018!!

Thank you for all the continued support of this series that I love writing. I have many more stories planned with these tough and heroic guys. I will be sneak peeking the first cover for Book 9 in my newsletter in December. But in the meantime, I hope you will join me today in celebrating, sharing, and getting excited over the upcoming release!!

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WICKED
SEAL Team Alpha
Coming December, 2018


Naval Base Coronado
San Diego, California

The first person Orion “Wicked” Cross saw when he entered the debrief room was Michael fucking Brandon.

“Why the fuck is that empty suit here?” he said under his breath, but Jude “Hollywood” Lock heard it. He flicked his attention to the CIA a-hole and back to Wicked. They had worked together five years ago on the op that had fractured his relationship with Kat. Back then, Brandon had been a CIA officer. Since then, he’d risen in rank and was now Kat’s boss. He had ten years on them, his temples starting to show gray with flecks in his close-cropped beard. He had short dark hair, brown eyes, an ego the size of Texas and a serious personality deficit.

“Be cool, bro,” he said.

The last time he saw the CIA operative, Wicked had his hands around his throat. It stuck in his craw that Brandon hadn’t pressed charges, but Wicked’s days on Team Six were over—not a decision by the brass, they gave him a damn medal, but by his own choice.

He couldn’t go back to the way things had been and couldn’t move forward serving with that crew, not the SEALs he’d worked with, but the CIA who had been closed mouth about that mission when everything had gone to hell and almost claimed Wicked’s life. He still had the scars on his back as proof.

And the loss that had broken them both in so many different and complicated ways. They’d suffered through the images that would never go away or be eradicated from their memory banks. Kat’s condemnation and hatred Wicked had born for five long years was only the beginning of the blame and all of it still festered.

Brandon’s face changed when Wicked entered, it got tentative and wary. Wicked’s fists clenched. Then Ruckus cleared his throat and Wicked’s attention went to him. Of course their LT would be completely briefed on the bad blood between the two of them. Out of respect for his commander, he would hold his hatred of Brandon in check.

Except when he looked at Lieutenant Bowie “Ruckus” Cooper, he realized in a heartbeat that Ruckus knew the whole classified story. It must have been necessary otherwise the CIA wouldn’t have released any of that information to anyone. It was the hugest buttfuck, goat ass cluster in the history of his missions and it had taken so much from Kat…and him.

Emotions made him weak. He kept all of them under the surface. That’s why when he did let his anger have free rein, it was the only acceptable emotion and it came with a calm and cool serial killer flavor that freaked everyone out.

“Have a seat, gentlemen,” Ruckus said as his team filed in. Immediately, Scarecrow and Kid picked up on the vibe that Hollywood had already discerned. He had placed himself between Wicked and Brandon as a buffer, but Hollywood’s bulk and his broad shoulders and massive chest wouldn’t do any good if Wicked wanted to get at the CIA bastard. He’d bulldoze through anything to throttle the man.

It was just in Kid’s nature to be a smart-ass in the face of tension. Not only did it often diffuse it, but it also made everyone at ease due to his boyish charm.

“What? No candy chocolate doughnuts with shinnies? I specifically requested at the next middle of the night, tension-filled brief, ones with unicorn rainbow sparkles. Not a good day if I can’t start it off with sprinkles. What kind of lame-ass briefing is this?”

“An important one,” Brandon said in his annoying flat monotone voice.

“Duh, all of them are important. We save the fucking free world. Truth, justice and the American way. You might have heard of those virtues.” Kid grinned and clapped Wicked on the back. “What’s with this guy?”

Wicked growled and Kid held up his hands. “See we’re all a little out of sorts. We need our unicorn sprinklefetti and now. Stat, man. It shimmers and shines and is the ultimate overload of pretty!”

Brandon didn’t have a clue, but to be fair, it was Kid and his batshit crazy ways were well received amongst his team members. The CIA operative’s annoyance came through even with that damn one-level intonation. “Unicorns don’t exist.”

That flat response only sent Kid into fits of laughter as he sat down in a chair. “Shows you what you know.” He looked around and then leaned slightly forward in his chair with a conspiratorial look on his face. “I just braked for one on the way over here.” He leaned his elbows on the table smirking as he sat forward. “You know what that’s a sign of, sir?”

“No, what?”

“No imagination.”

“Kid,” Ruckus said, his voice both gruff and somehow tempered with mirth and steel.

“I could make a run, LT. Unicorns make everything better.”

“We’ll have to do without an “overload of pretty” today.”