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    Breachers: Hawthorne and Marya: Breachers, #2
    Breachers: Hawthorne and Marya: Breachers, #2
    Breachers: Hawthorne and Marya: Breachers, #2
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    Breachers: Hawthorne and Marya: Breachers, #2

    By Linda Mooney

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    They are the cause of many legends, myths, and fairy tales. And they still live among us.

    Arik Hawthorne preferred to be a loner. He had a dark secret to protect, and as a professional kick boxer, he was able to work off the wild energy that filled his life.

    His whole world changed when he was partnered with Corinth Marya, and they were ordered to find and stop the creature that was killing innocent people in New Mexico.

    If going after the Breacher wasn't bad enough, he found himself seriously and dangerously attracted to the army lieutenant. There was no way he could let her find out about his real self, but neither could he deny the possibility that she may be his one and only chance at love and happiness.

    They never foresaw the danger that would threaten their lives, or the passion that would pose an even greater problem.

    Dragons, anyone?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinda Mooney
    Release dateAug 21, 2014
    ISBN9781450719483
    Breachers: Hawthorne and Marya: Breachers, #2
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    Linda Mooney

    Linda loves to write sensuously erotic romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. Her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel. A wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher, she lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love. She has numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. In 2009, she was named Whiskey Creek Press Torrid's Author of the Year, and her book My Strength, My Power, My Love was named the 2009 WCPT Book of the Year. In 2011, her book Lord of Thunder was named the Epic Ebook "Eppie" Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance. In addition, she write naughty erotic romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, and horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith. For more information about Linda Mooney books and titles, and to sign up for her newsletter, please visit her website. http://www.LindaMooney.com

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      Breachers - Linda Mooney

      Breachers

      Hawthorne & Marya

      Linda Mooney

      Breachers: Hawthorne and Marya

      Copyright © 2012 by Linda Mooney

      ISBN 978-1-4507-1948-3

      Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 (five) years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

      Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

      No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.

      Other Titles in this Series:

      Breachers: Holt and McKenna

      Chapter One

      Washington, D.C.

      Hawthorne hated the cold. That's why he'd set his home base in the southern-most tip of Texas. It never snowed in Texas. At least, not down where he lived. Yeah, it got cold in the winter time. On occasion. But most of the time the weather seesawed between barely tolerable and hotter-than-hell, and that suited Hawthorne just fine. So when he'd gotten the call to come to Washington for reassignment, he had protested loudly and heatedly.

      For fuck's sake, do you realize it's twenty-eight degrees up there? I'll bet you there's at least a foot of snow on the ground.

      It's thirty-three degrees, and only two inches, which is quickly melting off, the calm voice overrode him. You need to catch the next flight up here. Ah! the voice quickly admonished, cutting him off before he could protest further. This will be a short stay, I promise you.

      Why am I being called up?

      It's not just you. Mr. Morrow is calling in twenty-four specialists for this new project.

      What new project?

      You'll find out when you get here.

      But why me?

      Come now, Mr. Hawthorne. You know I cannot divulge any further information. You'll have to ask that question when you get here. My job is to notify all participants. Do you have paper and pen? I need to give you the address where the meeting will take place.

      He grabbed a pencil from the kitchen drawer, but had to suffice with a piece of paper towel to scribble down the address. How long is this gonna take? I have a championship bout coming up this weekend.

      That I can answer, Mr. Hawthorne. This should only take a day. And you don't have to worry about notifying your place of employment. They have already been informed.

      He sighed loudly. And who's gonna pay for this trip? I'm a bit short on cash at the moment.

      We will cover all expenses, Mr. Hawthorne. Now I suggest you pack a bag and get to the airport as soon as possible.

      He started to tell the woman it would take him at least an hour to get to the nearest airport when she hung up, but she probably already knew that. After all, he was messing the government, and those people already knew everything about him.

      Growling softly to himself, Hawthorne quickly threw some items into a duffle bag. At the last second he grabbed his one and only jacket from the small closet in the front entryway before heading out the door.

      It was nearly four o'clock before he boarded an airplane for Dulles. The flight had one stopover in Houston, and by the time he reached D.C. it was after eleven. He debated whether to rent a car, then dismissed it and called for a hotel shuttle.

      As he had predicted, the weather was bone-chilling cold, and the wind was like an icy knife slicing through his clothing. As soon as he got to the hotel, checked in, and found his room, he turned the thermostat up to full blast. It wasn't until he immersed himself in the shower under a steaming spray that he began to feel like himself again.

      He went straight to bed right after his shower. Whenever he had to travel, especially on the job, he abhorred turning on the television or radio. His internal system felt discombobulated enough as it was, his stomach queasy and unsettled from being in a strange town. Small, simple things such as having the TV channels rearranged on the cable would irritate him. The local paper was also a no-no, but the USA Today was always welcome, since he could read it anywhere he traveled.

      The alarm woke him at six. He had barely crawled into his pants after another hot shower, when room service delivered breakfast. He added the cost and tip to his room, and finished dressing before attacking the food.

      The cab picked him up at seven-fifteen. Hawthorne gave him the address he'd written on the paper towel, then sat back and wished the driver would turn up the car's heater.

      Going was slow. Traffic crept along. Hawthorne glanced at his watch and knew he would be late, but it couldn't be helped. When the vehicle finally pulled up to the nondescript brick building, he had to double check the address. This was where an important government meeting was to take place? This looks more like someone's back door, he murmured.

      Sir?

      He turned to the driver. You sure this is the right address?

      The cabbie didn't try to mask his irritation. Look, buddy. Either get out, or tell me where else you want to go.

      Hawthorne climbed out, threw the driver a twenty, and hurried across the icy walkway to the door. It had a small keypad and a place to swipe a card. He checked the paper towel again for the five-digit code the woman had given him. His fingers shook from the cold, and he had to make two attempts punching in the numbers before the buzzer sounded. Wincing when he grabbed the frigid brass doorknob, he quickly let himself in.

      It was thankfully warmer inside, but not by much. He found himself in a dark hallway barely lit by wall sconces set at wide intervals. He hurried down the way as he shrugged out of his jacket, and soon found himself inside a large auditorium-like room filled with hundreds of theater seats. A small crowd of people were already gathered near the center dais where Morrow was welcoming everyone. Silently, Hawthorne sauntered over to the nearest seat, trying to appear nonchalant as the older man glanced up at him.

      Thank you for coming.

      Throwing his jacket into his lap, Hawthorne crossed one ankle over a knee and glanced around the room. Immediately he caught sight of a strawberry blonde sitting in the same row, but as the seats were arranged in a circle around the dais, she faced him.

      What you are about to hear today will shake the very foundations of every belief you've ever held. You will not be asked to sign a non-disclosure agreement. You will not be sworn in to pledge a vow of silence. Neither will you be threatened with loss of life if you choose to reveal what you're about to learn to anyone outside this room. You will keep everything we tell you in absolute secret because you will realize you have no choice.

      The woman must have felt Hawthorne's eyes on her. She glanced over at him, and it almost became a staring match to see who would back down first. At first he wanted to take that challenge until Morrow cleared his throat. Reluctantly, Hawthorne redirected his gaze to the older man.

      To begin, Morrow continued, Hundreds of years ago our planet passed through what scientists now believe was some sort of cosmic cloud. The residue within the cloud was not poisonous, or in any way dangerous to the population, but there were reports of strange creatures showing up. Many people swore these creatures stepped out of thin air. He paused. Until this galactic event occurred, there had never been tales about dragons. Or centaurs. Or fairies. Or a hundred other similarly mythical creatures we consider to be stuff of fairy tales and legends. Taking a deep breath, he concluded. They were not myths. They do exist...because they're Breachers.

      Hawthorne felt her shock. A discreet glance revealed her dark blue eyes were wide with disbelief and fear. He quickly averted his gaze again before she looked back at him, but by now he knew something very distressing had happened.

      Why the hell am I attracted to her?

      And it wasn't the curious, I-wonder-who-she-is type of attraction. Hawthorne felt his dick quivering in his pants, and his distress turned to worry.

      I don't got time for this. I can't let myself be distracted. I can't. Much less for someone like her.

      Unfortunately, his body refused to listen. Adjusting himself underneath his jacket, he re-crossed his legs and tried to focus on what Morrow was telling them.

      When our world went through that cosmic barrier, an invisible wall between our world and a parallel universe we now know as Phadrea became infinitesimally thin. Thin, but still incredibly strong. So strong, that it would take incredible forces happening simultaneously between both Earth and Phadrea for that barrier to be broken. But when those forces occur, and the barrier is weakened, creatures are able to come onto Earth.

      A man off to his right raised her hand. Hawthorne could relate. He felt like he was back in college, listening to the professor lecturing. Morrow nodded in his direction.

      Yes, Mr. Cole?

      What kind of forces?

      Anything that rips the fabric of time and space, the man replied. "Incredibly strong storms are the most

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