Authors: Lyn Brittan
Tags: #travel romance, #military romance, #culinary romance, #military seal soldier sergeant seal intrigue spy agent, #vacation romance, #culinary cozy, #baker
The Protector of Ambra
Copyright 2016 © Lyn Brittan
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Also by Lyn Brittan
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The Sergeant of Ambra (Eric and Glori)
Duke of Ambra (Kent and Elena)
The Soldier of Ambra (Anderson and Kendall)
The Protector of Ambra (Pierce and Melody)
The Betrayer of Ambra (Remington and Lisa)
The SEAL of Ambra (Ethan and Ava)
The Genie’s Witch (Tig and Dinah)
A Genie’s Love (Faruq and Cassia)
The Cowboy Genie’s Wife (Fazil and Rosa)
Solia’s Moon (Giancarlo and Solia)
Anja’s Star (Retzi and Anja)
Quinn’s Quasar (Prio and Quinn)
Lana’s Comet (Cyprus and Lana)
Vin’s Rules (Vin and Allie)
Maricar’s Gamble (Dario and Maricar)
The Clocks of London (Patrick and Moira)
The Doctor of London (Kennerick and Lady Hala)
Of Magic and Engineering (Roland and Prudence)
Of Machinery and Thievery (Liam and Suzette)
hen feisty chocolatier, Melody Thompson, files down to Mexico to corner her thieving business partner, she finds unexpected help from a hunky doctor with some secrets of his own.
Navy doctor turned treasure hunter, Pierce Hamilton, needs a little excitement in his life. When a slightly unapproved leave of absence lands him in a shootout in Mexico, the only thing making it half-worthwhile is a hottie with a bad attitude.
Alone, they're in trouble. Together, they're swimming in it. As both their enemies emerge and secrets unravel, the unlikely duo search for protection at each other's backs and try to avoid the sparks ignited in each other's arms.
Mercenaries of Fortune
Dr. Pierce Hamilton rushed to the car rental area of Villahermosa International Airport. His heart hadn’t throbbed this much since his days in the Navy.
This was freaking golden.
He felt alive again. His old self. He loved working with the Ambra team. Hell, saving cultural artifacts and treasures of antiquity was a cool backup after getting a military medical drop, but...
His contributions to their work kept him locked up in the medical lab. He was the Ambra team doctor. Not an agent, or an operative. Just a doctor.
And Ambra had rules about their doctors. One had to be on call at all times. With their lead physician on duty off-site, that left him. And he was on base.
. If they needed something, they could call and he’d be there. Soon-ish. Massachusetts was only an eight-hour flight away.
Pierce cinched the straps of his backpack as he maneuvered through the crush of harried travelers. He’d get in, get out and be back at the office this time tomorrow. His bosses were gone, anyway. No one would notice. It’d be his secret little sin. As long as he got back in a day – two days, tops – no worries. Any more than that and his ass was toast.
It wouldn’t come to that. He liked his odds. What was the harm in a mission of his own? None. No one would know. No harm, no foul.
Pierce made a beeline for the car rental stand outside, only to find that they were out of cars. Minor hiccup. He pivoted to the taxis, but by now, the airport had belched out its inhabitants. He needed Moses to part the freaking seas in order to get through. He threw an elbow or two – complete with mostly sincere apologies – moving sideways to the edge of the staging area.
He flagged down a faded yellow car and yelled through the half-opened window. “Find me another car rental place.”
“Claro,” the driver responded.
Pierce opened the back door, threw his bags inside and—
A flushed-face woman thumped her bags against the door. “Please, I need this taxi.”
“Not as much as I do, ma’am.”
“You speak English. Awesome. I don’t speak Spanish and I’m going to that same hotel. We can share a ride.”
It wasn’t a question and he sure as shit hadn’t mentioned a hotel. The woman stared up at him – the top of her head only reached his chest – with topaz lashes fringed with blue mascara. Her fluffy brown hair was short in a pixie cut, but there was nothing diminutive about her attitude. She threw her suitcase into the backseat and before he could even fucking move, jumped in. “You’re a nice guy. I saw you help that old lady on the plane. A doctor, I heard. Right?”
Pierce leaned into the car, looking from the driver to the woman. Was this a shakedown or was she really that stupid? “I could also be a crazy killer. Why are you jumping into my taxi again?”
“Mine,” she said, roughing up her short hair with a grin on her face. “Technically, I’m the only one in the cab.”
“I stopped it.”
“But I’m in it.”
“You’re cute. I get it. You’re used to getting your way. Go on then, take it. The cab’s yours.” He didn’t need this today of all days. As much as he’d love to get to know as brassy of a woman as this, he didn’t have the time. Apparently, she felt differently.
The woman latched onto his hand through the half opened door. “Wait! Look, I don’t speak the language, okay? I’ve never even been out of the country and...”
While she rattled on, more of the airport emptied out. It would be a fight for taxis now. His shoulders fell, but with a huff, he waved the woman over and slid inside. “Enough. You win. Again. A part of me always wanted to do charity cases.”
But she hadn’t looked at him when she’d said it. The woman was doing everything wrong if living was her end game. She’d jumped into a car with a stranger, clearly headed for a place she’d never seen before. She wasn’t eyeing the streets that passed or keeping an eye on him. Instead, the silly thing kept playing on her phone.
She was either very foolish, or very prepared. Both unnerved him. He’d been joking earlier, but this woman couldn’t be left on her own. She wasn’t built for it. Maybe. “You, um, have someone meeting you here?”
“Just me,” she said, separating her eyes from the screen long enough to shake her head. “I’ve got business to attend to.”
Any sane woman, and most sane men, would have lied about being in a strange place alone. A sliver of doubt ran down the back of his neck. More and more, this was beginning to feel like a setup. They had a saying back at base for situations like this.
People too stupid to live, usually were too stupid to live.
She had to be, what twenty-five, twenty-seven years old? People that dumb didn’t make it that long.
One of the many identities afforded to him by the team included CIA credentials. Never had he been more happy to have them and the gun that they’d allowed him to carry on the plane.
Pierce shifted in the ratty car seat. He scanned the driver and the woman, but neither of them gave anything away.
He flipped up the lock on the door. The streets were packed. The car rarely hit forty miles an hour. He could do a rolling jump out of it if he had to. Or kill everyone in it. He was fine with both if his life was on the line.
“Hey Doc? If I paid you, could you help me find someone to take me into the jungle?” Her full lips were pursed together in a heart shape that was cuter than he’d first noticed. The woman’s eyebrows raised in hopeful expectation. “Please?”
“Why do you need to go into the jungle?”
“I’m on a secret mission.”
Pierce dragged a hand down his face and took in a deep whiff of air. “Who set you up to this?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a frown. A frown so perfectly formed that it had to be true. Christ. He really didn’t need to see that.
He could check her out in one move. With a click of his finger and his phone, he’d know whether to help her, run from her, or kill her. On the other hand, if he did check her out, he might give up his location. The last thing he wanted to do was use his organization’s gear.
he looked her up in their massive database that scanned everything from passport photos to birth certificates and
someone back at Ambra’s base camp wanted to find him, they
geolocate him based on his cell phone.
A lot of ifs, but if this cute wench was sent to kill him, he needed to know that too.
Pierce grabbed his phone with his left hand – the right hand hovered by the gun at his waist. “Do me a favor and don’t move.”
“Are you taking a picture of me?”
you’re starting to be concerned? I just need to find out—”
He ducked in the nick of time, avoiding a slap to the face. The woman screamed at the top of her lungs to be let out of the car. The driver slowed, but before anyone could do anything to calm down the situation, the little fool opened up the door and started running.
He would have left it there.
He should have left it there.
Then his damned phone pinged. He’d gotten her picture. Ambra’s computers pulled info from known databases all over the world. The crazy and cute pixie woman had a name now. Melody Thompson. Pierce rotated his phone to get a full-screen view of her Rhode Island driver’s license.
He scrolled for more details and groaned.
A business license. Pictures and a write-up in her local paper. Shit. He’d just scared the owner of Sweet Happiness Chocolate Haus out into a rough side street of Villahermosa, Mexico.
“Driver, stop the car.”
elody slapped her hand over her sweat-stung eyes. Those few blocks were the longest she’d run in years, but at least the taxi was out of sight. She slouched against the painted concrete of a small hacienda. Or was it a tienda? She didn’t know, because she didn’t speak the damned language outside of the five...four...words she’d learned on the plane.
So far, that had been the highlight of her trip. At least she had her luggage then. Now it was stuck in some car with a creepy picture-taking molester dude.
She stomped the ground and gave in to a good old-fashioned pout. This was stupid. She was stupid. She had no business being here. Mama was right. She should have stayed home and let the cops handle this.