Midnight Games Excerpt:

Noelle

damn sky was falling.

She unzipped her knee-length leather boots, extracting two knives and a small derringer pistol from the custom sheaths sewn into the footwear. Her fitted black jacket was next, a garment that was nearly as dangerous as she was; it, too, housed a multitude of weapons.

Her tight pants and tank top, she kept on, but she didn’t bother removing the various surprises underneath.

It was always prudent to be prepared around the man she was about to see.

She moved soundlessly. She’d been trained by the best, after all. Trained to be invisible, trained to be deadly, trained to protect herself at all costs. As the memories rose to the surface, they brought forth a surge of fury. These days she didn’t get hung up on the sorrow or the grief associated with her loss.

Just the rage.

The hallway was bathed in shadows. No light spilled beneath any of the closed doors. Callaghan and Jim’s other man, the rookie, had crashed for the night. Isabel was in the room next to the den and wouldn’t hear much from all the way over there. Not that it mattered. If Noelle didn’t want anyone to hear her, then they wouldn’t.

She slid into his bedroom without making a solitary noise.

And yet his eyes snapped open the moment she closed the door.