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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

A Real Sweetheart of a Hero

Welcome to Kindle World Release Day #2!!

Allow me to introduce you to Joey Preston, Omega Team member, and super sweetheart of a hero in LOVE: CLASSIFIED,  a Desiree Holt Omega Team Kindle World Novella.



Blurb:
When a spring morning fog shuts down the Detroit Metro airport, Omega Team member Joey Preston is stranded along with thousands of others—including one harried young woman trying to get home to Kentucky.
Paige DiFerrari thanks fate for keeping her on the ground in Detroit, since all she really has waiting for her back home are disapproving parents and a wedding weekend her prettier, more successful, younger sister has planned. Preoccupied with thoughts of escaping the ordeal completely, thanks to the weather, she turns a corner of the crowded airport, gets coffee dumped down her front thanks to Joey, and her life changes forever.

What starts as a trick to convince her parents she has a cute, private security employed boyfriend, ends in a way neither Joey nor Paige expect once they get home and encounter the full force of the DiFerrari family dysfunction in the face of a stressful weekend. Before Joey leaves Kentucky for his next assignment, he must confront his feelings about Paige—the good and the bad—as well as reveal the truth about himself.


EXCLUSIVE FIRST CHAPTER!
“You do realize,” the voice on the phone said to Joey, “we put you on a month’s leave. You don’t have to keep checking in for new assignments. Actually,” the voice continued, “we’d prefer it if you actually take a damn vacation. Consider it a gift. One you’re under strict orders to accept and implement. Got it?”
Joey Preston frowned and slumped farther down in the molded plastic airport seat. His elbow bumped the lady to his left. She shot him an evil glare that he ignored as he stared down at his civilian-appropriate, unobtrusive, fit-in-anywhere dark jeans and tan work boots.
“Do you hear me, Preston? Or do I need to meet you somewhere and beat it into you?”
“Yes, I hear you, sir. No, you don’t have to beat anything into me. I was just . . . I don’t know. I don’t like vacations. I never have.”
The sound of Grey Holden heaving a huge sigh from hundreds of miles away made Joey wince. “I’m sorry, sir. Consider the vacation on board and currently downloading.” He dropped his backpack to the floor in front of him and propped his aching feet on it.
“Go someplace with lots of sunshine, beer, and hot chicks,” Grey suggested helpfully. Joey grunted by way of reply. “You have to decompress, Joey. You’ve taken on three back-to-back assignments that put you in the line of fire. I can’t have you going into overload on this. We need you sharp. And if I have to remind you of your stay in the hospital—”
“No, you don’t have to remind me of anything. I get it. I know you talked them out of making me see a therapist. But shit, Grey . . . I mean, uh, sir, I had that asshole in my grasp, literally, in his kitchen, surrounded by all the fucking kiddie porn and those . . . little girls in the basement.” He groaned and leaned forward on his knees, willing the images out of his brain. “That monster didn’t deserve to draw another breath. I still don’t get why you stopped me from—”
“Enough,” Grey barked so loudly the two people crammed in on either side of him must have heard it. Joey sat up ramrod straight, his innate, years of honed instincts to obey orders kicking in. “Let it go, Preston. I had to arm wrestle Athena to keep from slapping you in front of a therapist instead of sending you on vacation, so do not—I mean, do not—prove me wrong.”
Joey smiled when he heard Athena Madero, Grey’s partner in the Omega Team, talking in the background. He’d admit ithe had a secret crush on her. No healthy man who liked his women tall, strong, and sexy could not have a crush on her.
“Give me that fucking phone,” she said. There was a rustling, a few more curses, and then Athena’s voice hit his ear. “Get your ass on a beach with a beer in your hand and a beautiful woman on the chair next to you in the next five hours, Preston, or I will hunt you down, drag you back here, and slap you in front of a psychologist so fast—”
“Point made, Athena. Thanks,” he said, shifting from one butt cheek to the other, attempting to find a comfortable position in the torture-worthy chair. “I’m gonna close my eyes and point at the departures board. I’ll let you know where I am, just in case, once I get there. Deal?”
“Deal.” He heard a soft sigh before she continued. “Joey, you know we only want you refreshed and ready for the next assignment. We’re not banishing you from the Team. But even you have to admit the last one . . . it took something out of you. With good reason. It was God awful. You need a break.”
“Yeah, okay, I got it.” His head pounded with stress at the thought of an entire month to himself with nothing but the sun’s rising and setting to structure his days. He toyed with the concept of staying where he was in Michigan, renting a remote cabin somewhere in Michigan’ Upper Peninsula and sleeping for ten or twelve hours a day. God knows he could use it. But the few days he’d spent with his aunt and uncle in their retirement community condo had made every inch of his skin crawl. He loved what was left of his family, but he’d kept himself distant from them and visits were awkward. His own doing, he knew. Why he’d even come here, he couldn’t explain to himself.
So here he sat, in the Delta terminal of the Detroit Metro Airport, along with what felt like approximately three-quarters of the world’s population, being told to take a vacation by his boss, or else. “Gotta go, Athena. Thanks.” He ended the call before either of them could say anything else.
He spotted a woman with a toddler on her hip and a pile of carry-on luggage, looking exhausted. Shouldering his backpack, he waved at her to get her attention, then stood so she could take his seat. But before she could gather her stuff, some punk kid with a spray of zits across his nose, earbuds jammed in his ears, and in sore need of a decent haircut, slid into the vacated space.
“Excuse me,” Joey said, trying not to lose it. “That’s my seat. I was just stretching.”
The kid stared up at him in silence. When he looked back down at the computer tablet in his hand, Joey tapped him none too gently on the shoulder, then tugged one of the buds from his ear. Tinny sounds of crappy, profanity-laden rap music made Joey want to throw things. The kid made a bleat of protest, not exactly a recognizable word, and started to stick the thing back in his ear. Joey reached down and lifted the kid up by the front of his thin T-shirt in a matter-of-fact manner as if he were moving a box out of his way.
“Hey,” the kid blurted. “What the fuck, asshole?”
“Watch your mouth,” Joey said as calmly as he could manage. He moved the kid a few feet away and encouraged him to take a seat on the floor against a large pillar where several other people were already sitting and charging their devices. This encouragement involved kicking his feet out from under him, but Joey didn’t let him get hurt since he kept his grip on the T-shirt, which allowed him to lower the kid down, more or less gently. “Sit. Stay. Good boy,” he said, holding up a hand and smiling.
“Fuck off, you fascist army prick,” the kid spat out. But Joey kept smiling at him. Using what were no doubt vast powers of deduction that to further antagonize the large, muscular man in the jeans, work boots and Army Ranger T-shirt could put a crimp in his style, the kid dropped his gaze and slumped over his tablet, still seated on the floor.
He turned to see the people on either side of his former seat giving him a thumbs-up and grinning. He re-shouldered his pack and motioned for the young woman with the little kid asleep on her shoulder to take the seat. He moved away from the tableau before anyone tried to engage him in conversation.
He was not in the mood.
Not at all.
His brain boiled with aggravation at his enforced month-long banishment from the only job he’d found he truly loved, that of special agent for the Omega Team—the guys you called in when regular cops were too corrupt or incompetent, or the target was too big for any government agencies to want to dirty their hands over. It used all his years of Army Ranger and Special Ops training but, as a bonus, it actually allowed him some leeway when it came to methodology—all in the name of giving the bad guys what they deserved.
As he pretended to study the outgoing flight board, all the computerized lines went blank. Confused, he turned around to see all the boards had done the same thing. A voice pierced the cacophony of noise around them:
“Ladies and gentlemen, due to severe fog conditions, all flights in and out of Detroit Metro Airport are canceled for the next three hours. We are sorry for the inconvenience.”
A collective groan rose from the crowd. Joey raised an eyebrow, his mind already working through the problem. He grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to Grey to let him know about the delay and to assure him once the fog cleared, he’d be making his way to Hawaii on the first available flight—something he could now afford, thanks to the bonus he’d gotten from Omega Team for taking that last assignment. Even though, for many reasons, that one had nearly killed him.
He decided to find some coffee because one thing he did know was that a good cup of java put almost everything in perspective. Whistling, he headed through the irritated crowd of humanity, the chaos having its usual calming effect on his psyche.



Ya know....this Joey kid is something pretty damn special. I like him and Paige so much I may just write them another book!

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Ok now, go grab your copy of LOVE: Classified. I double dog DARE you not to fall hard for Joey Preston!!!

Love,
Liz