ARES Security #1
Released Dec 29th, 2015
Kensington: Zebra
From the hellhole of a Taliban prison to sweet freedom, five brave military heroes have made it home—and they’re ready to take on the civilian missions no one else can. Individually they’re intimidating. Together they’re invincible. They’re the men of ARES Security.
Rafe Vargas is only in Newton, Iowa, to clear out his late grandfather’s small house. As the covert ops specialist for ARES Security, he's eager to get back to his new life in Texas. But when he crosses paths with Annie White, a haunted beauty with skeletons in her closet, he can't just walk away—not when she’s clearly in danger…
There’s a mysterious serial killer on the loose with a link to Annie’s dark past. And the closer he gets, the deeper Rafe’s instinct to protect kicks in. But even with his considerable skill, Annie’s courage, and his ARES buddies behind him, the slaying won’t stop. Now it’s only a matter of time before Annie’s next—unless they can unravel a history of deadly lies that won’t be buried.
“A fantastic blend of romance and suspense…thrilling to the end.”
--Mary Burton, USA Today bestselling author
Automatically
glancing down she came to a sharp halt, her breath locked in her chest as she
leaned over to pick up the small doll with the mass of tangled blond hair.
Britney Spears.
It was covered in dust, and the
clothes were rumpled, but Annie had a vivid memory of dancing through the house
with the doll clutched in her hand.
The sun had been shining and her
father was laughing as he watched her silly antics.
“Annie?”
The sound of Rafe’s deep voice broke
her out of the past, although the precious feelings of childish joy refused to
be completely dismissed.
“This house should be a place of
horror, but I had such good memories,” she muttered, her attention locked on
the doll that looked as lost and broken as she felt since returning to Newton.
He moved to stand next to her, his
hands clenching as if he was battling the urge to reach out and touch her. “You
loved your father?”
“Very much,” she admitted without
hesitation, lifting her head to meet his searching gaze. “I know you must think
it’s twisted, but he was always kind and patient and funny when we were
together.”
“I don’t think it’s twisted at all,”
he protested. “Tell me about him.” He held up a hand when she frowned. “I mean,
tell me about him as your father.”
Expecting the usual condemnation,
Annie was caught off guard by his gentle question.
No one had ever asked her about Don
White as something other than the psycho serial killer.
Tentatively she allowed herself to
return to the past, the doll unconsciously pressed to her chest. “He always had
two Oreo cookies and a glass of milk waiting for me on that table when I came
home from school.” She nodded toward the shrouded piece of furniture situated
near the door. She hadn’t eaten an Oreo cookie since she’d left Newton. “And he
went with me to the movies on Saturday afternoon just because I said I wanted
to be an actress when I grew up. And every Sunday morning he took me to the
restaurant for pancakes.” Bittersweet pain sliced through her heart. “I don’t
understand how the same man could be so evil.”
“He was sick, Annie, not evil,” Rafe
murmured.
She hunched a shoulder. “Is there a
difference?”
“Yes. I’ve seen men in battle,” he
said, a hard edge in his voice hinting at memories that were as dark and
painful as her own. “Some are just naturally cruel. They enjoy causing pain
because it’s a basic part of their nature.” His jaw clenched. “And there are
others who’ve been ruined. By life. By war. By . . . fate. They do what they do
because they can’t help themselves.”
Annie studied the lean, fiercely
handsome face. How did he do it? How did he always know exactly what to say?
It was freaky.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
He cocked a brow. “For what?”
“Most people don’t want to think the
Newton Slayer could have any redeeming qualities,” she said, having learned
from the second she’d been rescued that her father was public enemy number one.
“I usually feel guilty for not hating him.
He destroyed so many lives.”
He brushed a hand over her tangled
curls, careful to keep
his touch light. “He was your
father.”
“Yes.” He’d been more than that.
He’d been her entire family. She gave another shiver. “We should go.” He
dropped his hand and nodded, keeping a small distance between them as she
headed out the door and across the
rickety porch.
“My truck is at the end of the
drive,” he murmured as they reached the overgrown yard. “I’ll tell Teagan to
join us at the motel.”
She had a vague impression of a
large man who appeared from the shadows to speak with Rafe before he was
jogging toward her Jeep, but her concentration centered on keeping her feet
moving forward.
Christ, she was tired.
Rafe was back at her side by the
time she reached the edge of the road, opening the door to his truck and
helping her to climb into the seat before he was rounding the hood and taking
his place behind the steering wheel.
In silence he started the engine,
flipping the heater on high before performing a U-turn. There was a brief stop
as he waited for his friend to approach the truck holding her purse that he’d
obviously retrieved from her Jeep. Then, placing the bag in her lap, he shoved
the truck in gear and headed back to town at a pace far slower than the one
she’d used to get to the house.
Annie clutched her purse, only
vaguely aware of her surroundings. She had the impression of genuine leather
and a dashboard that had all the bells and whistles. The sort of truck that
would be functional for work around a ranch but no doubt cost more than she
made in a year. But her gaze remained glued to the dark, chiseled profile of
her companion.
Safely tucked in his car with the
warm air beginning to ease her shivers, there was nothing to distract her from
Rafe’s sheer male beauty.
It was . . . nice.
Almost as if she was a normal girl
being driven home by a man who she found intensely attractive.
A damned shame her brief daydream
didn’t last for long.
All too soon they were back in town
and he was turning into the drive of the motel. Rafe pulled to a halt in the
center of the parking lot and glanced in her direction.
“Do you remember where you lived
before coming to Newton?”
She froze at the abrupt question,
too startled to tell him it was none of his damned business.
“Most of my memories from my early
childhood are fuzzy. I think my dad said that we lived overseas, but it’s
really just a blur,” she admitted.
It was weird. She had such a clear
recollection of her time in Newton. Time with her father. Her friends at the
school she’d attended. Climbing on top of the house so she could see her father
in the distant fields.
But she never could capture any
memories of her days before coming to Newton or the days after she’d been found
tied and blindfolded in the bomb shelter.
“Why do you ask?”
“I thought you might have some
family who could come to give you support,” he smoothly explained.
Her gaze narrowed. She sensed there
was more to his question than he was admitting, but she was too tired to try
and search for any hidden meanings.
“There are just my foster parents,
and I don’t want to worry them,” she said.
He reached into his rear pocket,
pulling out his wallet.
“Then I want your promise you’ll
call me if you need anything,” he commanded, handing her a small business card.
She took the card with a frown,
asking the question that had been bothering her from the moment their paths had
crossed.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you so determined to help
me?” she demanded. “I’m a stranger.”
He held her wary gaze. “It’s what I
do.”
“A hero?”
“Something like that.” He pointed
toward the business card. “My private cell number is printed on the back. Call
me . . . any time, for any reason.”
Tucking the card in her purse, she
crawled out of the truck and hurried to her motel room.
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Back
to the story, Annie White is the daughter of the Newton Slayer, who killed
seven women after a ritualistic cleansing
process. The only connections were that they were all blond and mothers.
After it was discovered that Annie's father was the killer, he was arrested and
had his throat slit while in a holding cell. The sheriff discovered the bodies
of the women in the bomb shelter of Annie's family home. The sheriff also
discovered Annie blindfolded and tied to a chair. Annie's father was knocked
unconscious next to the bodies. After this came to light and Annie's father
dies in his cell, Annie was institutionalized and later put into foster care.
Fifteen years later, Annie makes her way back to Newton for closure on the
whole ordeal. Unfortunately, women have been disappearing all across Newton and
paranoia is hitting the town like a tsunami. But where does Rafe come in?
Rafe's grandfather was a resident of Newton until his passing. Rafe and his
grandfather were estranged. Rafe's grandfather pretty much disowned Rafe's
father for leaving Newton to start a new life. Since his grandfather passed,
Rafe is charged with cleaning out the house to get it ready for the realtors.
Rafe and Annie run into each other at the diner and the attraction is instant.
Rafe can't help, but insert himself in Annie's path as she tries to figure out
who is behind the disappearances. There are plenty of plot twists to keep the
story interesting and IMO, this was a solid start to a new series.
As
much as I enjoyed the story, I only gave this book 4 stars mainly because of
the quickness of Annie and Rafe's love story. I'm as much of a romantic as any
other girl, but the main story takes place over a few days; at most a week.
While the story did progress quickly enough to follow the ups and downs in the
plot, I just felt that it was too quick for any love to form between the pair
for it to be believable. They do have good chemistry, but it takes more than
mutual attraction and lust to make a relationship. Rafe was ready to take Annie
back to Texan ranch to have and to hold and they just had sex! It's not a big
deal, but it stood out.
4 stars!
ALEXANDRA IVY graduated from Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She currently lives in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient husband and teenage sons. To stay updated on Alexandra’s Guardian series or to chat with other readers, please visit her website at www.alexandraivy.com
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