Blind Fury (Men of Steele Book 1)(101)

By: Gwen Hernandez

“No more moving.” Rugby ended her fight with a knee to her back and shackles around her wrists and ankles.

Shouts came from the storage room that doubled as her sleeping quarters. She turned her head to see Garfield in the doorway, a rifle trained on him from behind. His lip was split and bleeding, and his dark eyes blazed with anger when he spotted her.

Hands out, palms up, he stepped forward. “Why do you fight us? We’ll let you take whatever you need. We’ll treat your men. No need for violence.”

Rugby stood. “You’ll let us take her.” He kicked Alexa in the ribs and she hissed in pain.

“Stop!” Garfield lunged toward her.

A soldier in a yellow shirt jumped forward and plunged his knife to the hilt in Garfield’s side, then pulled away. Blood ran through her friend’s fingers as he gripped the wound and sank to his knees, his eyes wide.

“Garfield!” Alexa jerked against her restraints. “Let me help him.” Her voice turned shrill as Rugby gripped her under the arms and tossed her over his shoulder, setting off a firestorm of pain in her ribs that left her gasping.

Her captor strode to the door, pausing to call directions to his crew, who appeared in the doorway of the back room with their arms full of medicine, blankets, and syringes.

Then he stepped outside into the moist Caribbean air, and Alexa watched through the doorway—absolutely powerless—as Garfield’s blood drained from his body, sliding into the cracks between planks in the scuffed wooden floor.

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I owe thanks to so many who helped me bring Blind Fury to life.

Absolutely first is my husband and my two boys for their unwavering support.

Thanks to my mom who taught me to love reading, and to my dad who didn’t even blink when I told him my books had sex in them.

To my good friend, Michele Bridgeforth, my first fan and ardent cheerleader. And many thanks to her husband, Brandon, who’s been letting me bug him with law enforcement and gun questions for years now. If I got anything wrong, don’t blame him. He tried.

Piper Rome was kind enough to share insights from a scary car ride. Thanks!

I also owe Laura Hayden for encouraging me to write my favorite kind of book: romantic suspense.

I wouldn’t be here without the love, support, and cheering of all of my Kiss & Thrill sisters: Sharon Wray, Krista Hall, Rachel Grant, Lena Diaz, Manda Collins, Diana Belchase, Carey Baldwin, and Sarah Andre. Special thanks to Rachel and Sarah—along with my friend Maura Troy—for their early reads and fabulous feedback!

My editor Angela Polidoro made this book so much better, pushing me to stretch myself, my characters, and the story to a new level. I owe Ava Miles for connecting us, and for just being her wonderful self.

Thanks to Kimberly Killion for a better cover than I could ever envision on my own.

And, finally, to my golden retriever, sweet Zoe. For putting up with forgotten walks and late meals, and for hanging out near my favorite writing chair.