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Hard Landing: Deep Six Security Book 6
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Release Date April 30, 2018

When Maddie Carter comes back from the grave, will Hawk have a fresh start with the one who got away?

Deep Six pilot and former Army Nightstalker Rhett Hawkins knew the day would come, but he had hoped it wouldn't be until after he was gone. Maddie Carter was destined to die young, because that is just how she lived. She flew by the seat of her pants and flying as all she cared about. He'd learned that the hard way, when he asked her to marry him and she shot him down.

But after her memorial service, Hawk just couldn't get past the feeling that something was wrong with the recounting of the events that led to the crash and her supposed death. Neither the helo or her body had been found. It drove him insane until he decided to do some investigation of his own.
After getting conflicting stories from two surviving special operators, he knew he had to go the full distance to settle his mind.

Once in Central America, Hawk realizes there is much more going on than the Army knows. Not only is the now blacked-out military helicopter back in service, Maddie is behind the stick making drug runs for a brutal cartel. When he has to convince her she needs to be rescued, Hawk quickly realizes she is not the same. Captain Maddie Carter is scarred, hardened, and has no memory of him or her former life at all.

When her memory starts to return and secrets are revealed, would they mean he'd saved her only to have to bury her again? And would those secrets change his own life forever, either way?

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Laying Down The Law by Becky McGraw

BLURB:

Sheriff Brock Cooper's life is in the toilet. His son is gravely ill with a mystery ailment, the medical bills are piling up, and he is working two jobs trying to make ends meet. This was a far cry from where he thought his life would end up after being a hometown football hero, then a pro player until he washed out. But it is what it is and he's dealing with it, because he's desperate to find help for his son.

Melanie Fox hated everything about her hometown whose only claim to fame was it was situated in the same Georgia county where the movie Deliverance was filmed. When she was delivered from that red clay hellhole and the bullies who harassed a nerdy, bookworm at eighteen, Melanie swore she'd never go back. But when she gets a call from the town's new sheriff to tell her that her crazy mother's antics have put her in the hospital, Melanie knows she has to go.

But this time, she's going back as Dr. Melanie Fox who no longer wears half-inch-thick glasses, carries around extra fluff or needs anyone's approval. She can't help but wonder though what her secret first love, who crushed her sixteen-year-old heart, would think of her now.

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Former Navy SEAL Jaxson Thomas left the teams in disgrace to save his squad from being dragged through the mud with a JAG investigation. He never thought he’d have to leave the civilian job he got after the teams in the same way, but that’s exactly what happened. To keep his friends at Deep Six Security from losing their biggest contract, he takes the blame for an assignment gone bad. The SEAL mentality drilled into him for years won't let Jaxson give up though, so he goes to work for Guardian Angel Protective Services, a new security firm started by his former SEAL teammates, hoping yesterday would be his last bad day.

His first GAPS assignment tells him more bad days are coming however, when he is charged with protecting the woman directly responsible for his exit from the teams. Frumpy Fallon Sharpe is now a federal judge, and the big-mouthed redhead has taken on an East Coast mafia family who wants her dead. She will only accept a SEAL to protect her and his new boss insists that he's the man for the job, but Jaxson isn't so sure since he'd been dreaming of killing her himself for five years.

He takes the job, because he has no choice, but the last thing Jax expects to feel for Fallon Sharpe when he sees her again is attraction. Even though her waspish mouth is the same, the thick glasses and frizzy red hair are gone and those damned spindly legs that reminded him of a flamingo before have toned up and end somewhere near her ears now.

Dealing with his old hatred and this new attraction while trying to protect her was going to make the assignment the perfect storm that could lead to a Charlie Tango Foxtrot of epic proportions if Jax wasn't careful. Maybe the last one of his life.

EXCERPT from SEALed Fate (c) Becky McGraw August 2015:

The doorbell rang, and Fallon Sharpe almost jumped out of her skin. Her gaze flew to the door and her hand shook, her heart raced as she fumbled under the couch cushion for her gun. When she finally found it, her hands were shaking so badly she juggled the gun before getting a good hold on the grip. Lessons learned in her concealed carry class the week before ran through her mind like a movie on fast forward as she crept toward the door.

If I shoot him, I have to render aid. That could be as simple as dropping a Kleenex over the bullet wound, before calling 9-1-1. But that was putting the cart before the horse. Fallon had to shoot him first and not miss.

Oh, God—was it the center of the chest or the head she was supposed to aim at?

By the time she reached the long window beside the front door, Fallon’s heart was a mere quiver in her chest. She streaked by the window to press her back against the wall, and a bead of sweat streaked down between her breasts. Swallowing hard as the bell rang again, she reached across her body with her left hand to lift the sheers to see who was there. The man’s body froze, and Fallon whimpered as she dropped the curtain back in place.
He’d seen her—and this guy was definitely not a Navy SEAL. No camo or war paint, no big guns strapped across his chest. He wore pressed khaki pants, and a red polo shirt. His hair was too long, and the sunglasses too dark. And her protector from that security firm in Virginia wasn’t supposed to arrive in Washington until tomorrow. That’s what Senator Greenwood told her yesterday when she spoke to him.

It had to be one of East Coast Willie's goombahs.

Fear sliced through her as Fallon ran like a bat out of hell for her bedroom. Her leg caught the sharp corner of the coffee table, but the pain didn’t register in her frozen brain and neither did the fact that her cell phone was on the tabletop.

Fallon didn’t stop until she was inside her bedroom and the door was locked. She leaned against the door for a second to gather herself, but when her brain finally kicked into gear, she realized she had no phone. Next, she realized that leaning on this door meant she was right in the line of fire if the thug shot through the thin wood door.

Running to the far side of the bed, Fallon crouched down, her body shaking like she was freezing to death, and she probably was, with fear. That assassin on her doorstep wore death like a dark cloud over his head. He might as well have been wearing a black cloak and have a sickle in his hand like in the movies. It was obvious to Fallon from the deep grooves in his unsmiling face, the tenseness in his hard body he was a trained killer. He’d been sent here by Willie to kill her for having the gall to bring him to justice and give him the jail time he deserved.

If she didn’t, who else would? Not her estranged father, who was only estranged because she refused to heed his cowardly advice to take a dive and let the bastard off.

Not without a fight, bucko.

Kneeling, Fallon balanced the shaking pistol on the bed to steady it so she could take better aim at the door. If that man walked through her bedroom door, she was going to shoot him. Even if he turned and ran when he saw her gun. Screw the instructor in that handgun class. This bastard was in her house and the instructor was not.

Fallon knew he was in the house too because she’d heard the front doorknob rattle, the scraping on the deadbolt and the squeaky tumble as it released as she ran for the bedroom. Further proof this man was a professional assassin.
Gripping the pistol tighter with every second she waited, Fallon’s finger got closer to the well of the trigger. She knew she was supposed to keep it flush with the body of the semi-automatic pistol, above the trigger well, but she wanted to be ready.

More than ready.

Shoving her finger into the circle, she rested it on the curve of the trigger and tensed. The doorknob barely turned before the bedroom door swung inward, and even though no one filled the doorway, Fallon closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. When it didn’t squeeze and no explosion came, her heart stopped.

The safety!

Fallon’s eyes flew open in time to see a blur as someone dove inside the bedroom door, as she fought frantically to release the safety latch. It finally clicked off, and Fallon tried to raise the pistol again, but a large hand snatched it from her before her back slammed hard into the carpet and a hard body covered her. Wide shoulders pinned her to the floor and hands like vises held her hands above her head.

“Who else is in this house?” her assassin growled, breathing hard near her ear.

Buddy, if you think I’m going to tell you that I’m alone you have another think coming.

“My Navy SEAL boyfriend is in the bathroom and is going to kick your ass in about thirty seconds,” Fallon forced past her fear-frozen vocal cords. She was pleased when his big body tensed, so she decided to press her point. “His whole damned platoon is coming over for a barbecue in ten minutes.” Three quick, hot breaths in her ear raised every hair on her body.

“Platoon?” he replied with what sounded like a chuckle, as he released her wrists to push up to his feet. He reached a hand down to help her up. “Well, I guess I better be on my way then before the Army gets here.”

Was he leaving? Relief flowed through Fallon and her confidence built as she ignored his hand to get to her feet by herself. But she wasn’t out of the woods yet. She tried to squeeze past him to run for her cell phone, but he blocked her as he bent to pick up her pistol. When he stood with it in his hand, a whimper slipped past her lips, but he didn’t point it at her, he reached behind him to stuff it into the waistband of his slacks.

One corner of his firm lips kicked up. “I’ll just take this with me to make sure you don’t shoot yourself, or your boyfriend. If I were your Navy SEAL boyfriend, Judge Sharpe, I’d teach you how to handle a pistol before I put one in your hand. Do you know how many people get killed by criminals using their incompetent victim’s own gun against them?”

This man—this criminal—was giving her a lecture on gun safety? “East Coast Willie must be short on Goodfellas if you’re the best he had to send to kill me.”

“East Coast Willie?” the man asked with a laugh.

“The gangster who put a hit out on me. Your boss?”

The man’s clean-shaven jaw tightened, deepening the dimple in his cheek. “Zane Alexander is my boss, but I may just kill him.” He huffed a breath. “He didn’t tell you who was coming to protect you did he?”

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Hi y'all -- I'm really excited to tell you that my newest release in my Texas Trouble Series, Borrowing Trouble (#12, Texas Trouble) is being released EARLY!

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Borrowing Trouble (#12, Texas Trouble) will be available later this evening or tonight on AMAZON.com.

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THE COWBOY WAY is a new contemporary western romance series by Becky McGraw, author of the Texas Trouble Series

Hey Ya’ll! The first book in my new contemporary western romance series The Cowboy Way will be released on Valentine’s Day (Feb. 14, 2014)!

JUST SHOOT ME (#1, Cowboy Way) is Dean’s story. If you’ve read my novella Hope for Christmas which was included in the anthology Santa Wore Spurs, you’ll remember Dean who was the hero Cord Dixon’s cranky older brother. If you haven’t read it, please do, because that novella was the spring board for this new series. Santa Wore Spurs is only .99 right now, and you can get my novella, and three others by Sandy Sullivan, Sable Hunter and Desiree Holt too!

The Cowboy Way series has less action than my Texas Trouble series, but more a little more humor, heat and definitely more angst. Here’s a little preview of JUST SHOOT ME for you. I hope you love it as much as you love the Texas Trouble series!

BLURB:

Tina Montgomery needs to find her Texas Tomcat. Her promotion and livelihood depend on it. That promotion could mean a new life for her, her sister and her niece. It’s a big risk however, because if she fails in her bid to head up a new menswear line at her company, she could lose everything. That’s why finding the perfect model to represent the line has become her sole focus. At the point of thinking she would …never find that man, one with both experience and attitude that shows in his face and eyes, she meets Dean Dixon. His gorgeous eyes tell a story she definitely wants to hear and the man has more attitude than any she’s ever met. Physically he’s perfect for the job. But that attitude she thought she wanted in her cowboy quickly becomes her biggest downfall when she tries to convince the sexy, but hard-hearted rancher to help her.

Dean Dixon is done with women. His cheating ex-wife has shown him just how untrustworthy women are. He has a ranch to run, and a son who might not be his to raise alone. That’s more than enough for any man to handle without dealing with his sister-in-law’s friend who is determined to convince him to model for her company. He has seen what that industry has done to his brother. Dean is a rancher, not a model, and he isn’t about to abandon his family or fall into the same trap his brother had. He stands his ground, until his sister-in-law tells him why Tina needs the promotion she’s wanting so badly, and asks for his help. Hope had bailed him and his family out when they needed her the year prior. How could he refuse to help her now?


CLEAN EXCERPT:

Dean turned and laid down on the floor then reached back with his foot to find the first rung. He scrambled down the tree to the ground, and took a moment to adjust his jeans, before he started across the pine needle covered ground. Last night in the heat of the moment, he hadn’t felt the prickly pine needles sticking into the soles of his feet. He hadn’t felt much of anything, except the overwhelming urge to get Tina Montgomery up in that deer stand and fuck her brains out. This morning, he felt every step he took, just like he felt the bitterness of the regret inside his chest.

If they’d met when he was younger, before he became so jaded. Before Cindy. Maybe Dean’s life would be different. Tina Montgomery coming along now wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the same. Last night up in that deer stand he’d forgotten his problems for a few hours. She’d helped him forget. But when his feet hit the ground again this morning, they were all still there. Last night hadn’t solved a damn thing. Dean knew it had just been a temporary reprieve in his shitty life. A welcome one, but just a reprieve. Dean still didn’t have a damned clue how he was going to fix things. Or if he could.

Taking a deep breath, he huffed it out then picked his way through the trees toward the place they’d made love the first time last night. Dean looked around under the tree and found his hat behind some scrub, but didn’t see her skirt, his boots, or anything else. He mumbled under his breath and turned. A pair of ripped red panties occluded his view. They smelled just like Tina Montgomery, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

“Looking for these?” Cord asked smugly.

Dean ripped them from his fingers, and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans. “Where’s her damned skirt?” he grumbled.

Cord laughed and pulled it from behind his back to hand it to him.

“My boots?” Dean growled.

“Hope has those in the truck.” Cord didn’t move to go get them though. His brother stood there with a wide grin on his face. “Figured you took her to the deer stand. I made enough damned noise to wake the dead. You should be saying thank you instead of being an ass. Seems like you should be in a better mood too considering.”

“Would you just go get my damned boots?”

“Hope has Tina’s boots too,” Cord said in a sing song voice, then his eyes laughed as he added, “I’ll go get them on one condition.”

“What’s that?” Dean asked clenching his fists, wanting nothing more at that moment than to plant one in his brother’s face.

“You let her climb down that ladder to get her panties and skirt.”

“Fuck you,” Dean growled and shoved him hard. Cord laughed as he stumbled back and put his hand on his chest.

“You know I’m just kidding.” Cord’s face turned serious. “I’m happy for you brother.”

“Nothing to be happy about. It’s done,” Dean said through his gritted teeth. “Now, go get my damned boots before I tell your wife you’re ogling Tina, and she kicks your ass!”

His brother’s laughter echoed through the woods, as he walked toward the clearing. A few minutes later, he returned with Dean’s shirt, and their boots.

Cord dug into the pocket of his jeans and handed Dean a set of keys. “Ya’ll take your time,” he said with a wink. “Lucky says to take his truck when you’re ready to come back. He’s riding with us.”

A lightning bolt of desire shot through him, but Dean caught it and crushed it. He had things to do. “We’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said as he turned to walk back to the tree stand.


DIRTY EXCERPT:

Dean laid the clothes on the vanity, and pulled the jeans off the hanger then unbelted the robe he was wearing and let it drop to the floor. He inspected the jeans and decided they were a little heavy on the fancy stitching on the back pockets, but might be something he wore for special occasions. He surely wouldn’t be working outside in them.

At least they were bootcut and not those damned skinny leg jeans that men were wearing these days. He had no idea how men wore those damned jeans. He’d feel like he was in a sausage casing. One thing was for sure the men that wore those type of jeans like Paulo, didn’t wear cowboy boots with them. Boots would never fit under the tight legs.

Dean put his legs in the jeans then pulled them up. To get them buttoned he had to suck in and lean back against the vanity. Before he zipped them he had to rearrange things to make sure the zipper didn’t catch anything important. God if a man got excited in these jeans, there would definitely be trouble, he thought, as he finally got the zipper up and looked down at himself.

They were too tight, he decided, patting his ass and not feeling an inch of give in the material. He ran his thumb along the waistband and there was no room there either. Surely, that woman Belinda had brought more than one pair. Tina had sent a tailor out Wednesday to take his measurements, but the guy must’ve gotten the numbers wrong. Dean shoved his undershirt into the waistband of the jeans, put on his boots then opened the door. He walked back down the hall to the living room of the bunkhouse. Belinda was talking to Hope and Tina, so he just walked over there.

“These pants are too tight,” Dean complained and all three women swung around to face him. He figured they must’ve realized it too, because as a group they gasped and put their hands to their chests. He even heard a whimper from over by the sofa that had to come from Paulo. “I’m gonna bust out of these if I breath too deeply. Get me another pair,” Dean said shortly.

Tina broke from the others to walk over and slowly circle him, inspecting him like she would a side of beef. That’s exactly what he felt like right then with the petite brunette’s hot eyes on his body. Uncomfortable, Dean shifted his weight from foot to foot.

“They’re perfect,” she said softly, as she stopped to face him.

Her gray eyes made it up as far as his mouth and lingered a second, before her gaze tracked back down his throat, moved slowly over his chest down his legs to his toes. “Perfect,” she repeated. On the return trip up his body, her eyes lingered for a moment at his crotch. That look he’d seen in her eyes the other day when she was moving the car came back. Interest. Desire.

Dean quickly found out that he was right about the lack of stretch in those jeans. Tina might as well have actually touched him there considering his reaction. That thought made him harder. “Get me another pair of damned jeans!” he demanded as he turned away quickly before anyone noticed his problem.

He strode back down the hallway, and slammed the bathroom door behind him. Leaning back against it, he shut his eyes. He’d had a fucking hard on since he met that woman. Her staring at him like that when he hadn’t had sex in three fucking years wasn’t helping his problem. He hadn’t taken the edge off in a long time either.

Why did his damned sex drive have to come out of hibernation now? And why because of a woman he did nothing but argue with? Because even though his mind might resist the idea of being attracted to the tiny spitfire, his body was definitely there.

Big time, he thought looking down at the straining zipper on the jeans.

He kept feeling her soft skin against his palm when he took off her boots, and wondering if the rest of her shapely body was just as warm and silky. Wondered if the tips of her perky breasts were dusky pink or coral colored. And how they would taste. The tip of his tongue tingled, and Dean got so hard, he really did think he might break the zipper out of those jeans.

And there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it. This photo shoot was about to go to hell in a handbasket. Dean was about to be humiliated too. He knew someone would probably be knocking on that door soon, expecting him to come back out there. When he did, the whole crew was in for a surprise. Unless he did something to fix the situation himself.

Dean unzipped the jeans, and shoved them down his legs, grabbed the hand towel off the rack beside the sink, then shuffled over to sit on edge of the tub. He jerked his underwear down and fisted himself. Sitting sideways he leaned back against the wall, straddled the tub edge and closed his eyes. He gripped his painful erection, and stroked himself, as he pictured Tina Montgomery using that beautiful mouth of hers on him. Dean held back a moan, his breathing hitched, and his heart beat an unsteady rhythm in his chest.

With each stroke, each fantasy he indulged, the tension inside him ratcheted up. Pleasure built, his balls tightened and he moaned, damned close to coming when the bathroom door opened. A soft gasp followed, and his eyes flew open to see the woman he was fantasizing about standing there, looking as embarrassed as he felt right then.

God, he wished someone would just shoot him. Put him out of his misery. His face felt like it was on fire as he threw the hand towel over his lap and sat up.

“Um, I was just coming to see what was taking so long,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She waved her hand, put it to her cheek, then shook her head and dragged her eyes toward the toilet. “You just, ah…finish up…and I’ll be out there,” she said without looking at him. Tina crawfished back out of the door and pulled it shut. Dean just sat there with his heart pounding in his ears, more embarrassed than he’d ever been in his life.

THE WAIT IS OVER!!

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TROUBLE WITH THE LAW (#11, Texas Trouble) by Becky McGraw

Synopsis:

Criminal defense attorney Veronica Winters has always wondered what it would be like with sexy former detective Trace Rooks. Even though he’s an ex-convict now, because of her, she still wonders. And she feels damned guilty for recommending a plea deal that sent an innocent man to jail. When she finds out he’s back in jail and a friend asks her to question him about the situation, she thinks she might have the opportunity to finally set things right with him.

At the jail though, she finds a changed man she almost doesn’t recognize. The scars on the outside have nothing on the scars he bears inside. Instead of the charming, easy going man she represented four years prior, his attitude now is as hard as his body. But the new, edgier Trace Rooks turns her on even more than the man she knew before. Until she finds out he’s involved in some pretty shady stuff at a local ranch where he works. Before she convicts him in her mind though, she’s going to find out who the real Trace Rooks is, and help him find his way back to the light, even if it kills her.

Trace Rooks would love nothing better than seeing the Shark Lady get her due. Ronnie Winters, supposedly the best criminal attorney in Amarillo had sent him to prison for three years when she was supposed to be defending him. Now she was back in his life saying she wanted to help him, and Trace wasn’t happy about it. Her digging around could get him killed. And if it was like it had been last time, her help could send him to prison again.

He had no idea if she was still in bed with his sleazy father, the good Senator Leland Rooks, or if she really did feel bad about her part in his false imprisonment and want to help him. Whatever her reason for showing up at the jail, he was going to get a few pounds of her flesh for his trouble. But his first order of business was bringing down his father who he knew was the mastermind behind all his problems.

Trying to stay on the right side of the law while doing that was not going to be easy. Trace was not going back to jail. He would rather die first. But if he died, he was taking his father and Ronnie Winters down with him. In the meantime, he was going to follow his grandfather’s advice. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. He didn’t know which camp Ronnie Winters fell into, but he sure didn’t mind keeping the leggy redhead close until he figured that out.

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