BrodysVow_200x300Colebrook Siblings Trilogy #1

Release Date: July 25, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-928044-16-1
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Format: ebook & print
Length: short novel (52,000 words)

*OKRWA National Readers’ Choice Awards finalist*


A trained assassin on the run.

Trinity Durant isn’t accustomed to relying on anyone for help. She’s the deadliest of all her Valkyrie sisters, getting up close and personal for her kills. But this time, it’s different. When she’s injured on a job, she has no one to turn to except the handsome stranger holding a weapon on her. Since she needs to escape the city, she reluctantly accepts his help. Too late she realizes that he poses the biggest danger to her of all, by making her question everything about her life—and threatening her jaded heart.

A man unwilling to walk away.

When HRT sniper team leader Brody Colebrook heads home on medical leave for a well-deserved break, the last thing he expects is to stumble upon a mysterious woman in danger. She may be a stranger to him, but she’s a friend of his commander’s and now that Brody knows she’s in trouble, he can’t just leave her to be hunted down and executed. The moment he puts her in his truck it places them both in the crosshairs of a killer bent on revenge. She might trust Brody to have her back, but he wants far more than that. He wants everything she has to give, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it.


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EXCERPT from BRODY'S VOW (click here to read it now!)

A slight prickle at his nape registered when the security lights mounted on the side of the house didn’t go on as he rounded the rear of the house. They were motion-sensored. He remembered them from a former team gathering here. Even with the power being off, they should have come on because they had backup batteries in them.

At the back door, located on ground level next to the stairs that led up to the back deck and into the kitchen, he stilled when he noticed dark splotches on the concrete stoop.

Drawing his weapon, he crouched down for a better view, ignoring the sharp protest from his injured leg. There were definite partial, wet footprints outlined there, as though someone had stood here on tiptoe recently, either barefoot or in socks. But when he glanced up to check for signs of forced entry, again the doorknob and window appeared untouched.

He pushed to his feet to look up at the sliding glass doors that separated the kitchen from the upstairs deck just in case, but didn’t see anything suspicious there either. So, back door it was. He was sure whoever had come here was long gone by now, but just in case…

After retrieving the spare key from the hiding spot DeLuca had told him about, he carefully slid it into the lock and used the bottom of his T-shirt to grip the knob so he didn’t erase any fingerprints. The door cracked open a few inches, releasing a slight breath of air tinged with gun oil and leather.

But no series of beeps indicating the alarm was on and had registered the door opening.

On guard, Brody stepped into the game room with his weapon aimed dead ahead, and swept the area. Nothing caught his eye or seemed out of place but when he looked down, he instantly spotted the wet footprints gleaming in the dim light on the hardwood floor.

Son of a bitch.

Easing the door shut behind him, Brody kept his pistol up and headed through the room in the darkness, moving by memory toward the doorway that led into the downstairs hall. He paused to one side of it, waited a few beats, then whipped around the corner, checking the long, narrow space. Empty, but with the streetlights shining through the transom windows on either side of the front door, he saw the trail of wet footprints continuing down the hallway.

His shoes were silent against the hardwood as he cat-walked his way toward the door, staying close to the wall as he moved. Just as he neared the landing at the bottom of the stairs, a cold female voice came from the shadows to the right.

“Stop right there and drop your weapon.”

He whirled then froze at the sight of the woman standing there, the pistol in her grip pointed directly at his chest.