It’s a Titanium Christmas reunion… Grace and Alex Rycroft have just moved into their newly renovated house in upstate New York and they’ve invited the whole Titanium Security crew to celebrate an early Christmas with them. But not all is merry and bright. Unfortunately things don’t go as planned. When the unthinkable happens at a veteran’s charity event in the middle of Manhattan, the team must pull together to take down the attacker and rally around a wounded teammate in the tragic aftermath. With one of their own left fighting for his life, it’s going to take a Christmas miracle to pull him through and make the holiday season bright. (*Note: This novella is a final wrap-up of the Titanium Security Series and is not meant to be read as a stand-alone.)
While Khalia couldn’t wait to see what his next surprise was, it had been a long day and she was drowsy. She sighed and shifted closer, the feel of Hunter’s strong arm around her and the warmth from the heat vents near the floor lulling her.
There was so much to look forward to over the next couple of weeks.
Tomorrow they could sleep in as long as they wanted before checking out and heading up to Grace and Alex’s place just outside of Albany. Hunter had taken time off until after the New Year, which was a big deal for him. After spending a couple days with the Titanium crew, he was whisking her away on a surprise honeymoon.
“What am I supposed to bring on this trip you’ve got planned for us, by the way?”
“Just a bikini and a toothbrush.”
“I didn’t pack a bikini.”
“Even better. You can just stay naked the whole time.”
She laughed softly. “Men are such simple creatures.”
“Aren’t we?” He hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head.
The limo made it a few more car lengths before being stopped at yet another red light. Traffic was nuts but she didn’t care, too lost in the magic of the day. She covered a yawn and Hunter leaned back to draw her upper body against his chest.
Just as her eyes were drifting closed, the sound of a small engine grew louder as it approached them. She looked at the window just as someone on a motorbike drew up beside them next to Hunter.
The man wore a helmet painted to look like a skull. From the way his head was turned toward them, it appeared like he was staring intently at the tinted windows he couldn’t see through. Looking right at them, that eerie skull leering at them.
Fear crawled up her spine. She straightened at the same time Hunter turned his head to look.
The man’s hand flashed up, a gun in his grip.
Horror crashed through her.
She tensed and sucked in a breath, opened her mouth to scream a warning, but Hunter was already moving. He grabbed her and started to push her flat on the seat, angling his body over hers.
But it was too late.
Bullets shattered the window, drowning out her terrified screams.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea holds a bachelors degree with a double major in history and archaeology. She’s also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and sons.