Task Force Three and the Irish Jewel [The Men of Five-O #3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)
Authors: Dixie Lynn Dwyer
Tags: #Romance
The Men of Five-O #3
Task Force Three and the Irish Jewel
Forced to leave her home in Ireland after witnessing her father’s murder, Ava O’Brian discovers a family secret and will do anything to avenge her father’s death. Escaping to the United States, she begins a rigorous training and uses her computer hacking skills to stop her father’s killer from stealing her money, her castle, and her father’s businesses. Little does she know there is more at stake than meets the eye.
Learning that werewolves exist and that her family shares such a bloodline is mind-altering. Getting caught up in the middle of a police investigation seems really bad. But once she comes in close contact with five wolves in law enforcement, her body has a different reaction than fear. As Task Force Three, the five Declan brothers are part of a secret order created to protect were-law and the Circle of Elders. In the midst of an investigation they find their mate, but she is not so easy to catch and will alter their destiny like no other mission has before.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length:
82,924 words
The Men of Five-O #3
Dixie Lynn Dwyer
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TASK FORCE THREE AND THE IRISH JEWEL
Copyright © 2012 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer
E-book ISBN: 1-61926-754-3
First E-book Publication: April 2012
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To my loyal readers,
I hope that you enjoy the tale about Ava, a strong Irish woman determined to avenge her father’s death. Oh…and of course the five, sexy, Alpha wolves who realize rather quickly that Ava is a strong, independent woman determined to achieve her goals, with or without their help.
~Dixie~
TASK FORCE THREE AND THE IRISH JEWEL
The Men of Five-O #3
DIXIE LYNN DWYER
Copyright © 2012
County Clare, Ireland, 2009
Ava pressed her back against the side of the cement column. She could hear the soldiers as their combat boots collided with the cement. They were coming for her. There was no way that Fenly would let her go after what she witnessed. The nauseous feeling hit her stomach, but she pressed onward in hopes of escaping this nightmare. As soon as he got his hands on her she would truly be sorry. She swallowed hard and tried to calm her breathing.
He’s dead. My father’s dead.
Just a short distance across the wooded area in the courtyard was a wrought iron fence. She could run there, jump the fence, and head down the property. She snorted, disgusted with herself for feeling incapable of handling anything on her own. She knew how to ride, how to shoot and sword fight and even run her father’s family enterprise if she had to. But now, face-to-face with danger, she actually questioned her capabilities. She instantly thought of her dad, Patrick. She had witnessed Fenly killing him and saw the monster that Fenly truly was. Images of his flesh being torn by some monster flashed in and out of her mind.
Ava placed her hand over her chest and tried to hold in the deep sob of sadness, then she wiped the tears from her eyes and swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat. Every swallow burned as she sniffled and submerged the urge to surrender. Every breath she took ached with exhaustion and despair. She couldn’t be weak now. She didn’t have time to comprehend everything that had taken place in the last thirty minutes. Her father was killed in front of her. Never mind the fact that one moment she saw Fenly in human form and the next she watched as his bones and flesh shifted before her eyes and changed him into a ferocious beast. She could cry later, if she actually escaped.
She shoved her long chestnut locks out of her face. Perhaps it was just an illusion brought on by the trauma of seeing her father killed. Even as the thought crossed her mind she knew the truth.
Ava took a deep breath, glanced around the column to be sure no one was near, then sprinted across the property. She could hear them in the distance as she lost all sense of direction in the darkness. Her hair clung to her cheeks, wet from emotion and perspiration. The cool air was a sharp contrast to her heated skin. She pushed her hand over the tangled strands in hopes that her vision would improve. The sounds echoed around her, and she knew they were drawing near. How the hell could they see her or even know precisely where she was?
Thoughts of the large, militant men invaded her thoughts, causing fear to clench her stomach. She was average height at five feet seven inches, and these men were over six and a half feet tall. They were monstrous and callous. She ran faster, unaware of precisely how close the fence was. Her body slammed against the solid metal, and she quickly began to climb. It was an old wrought iron fence, and not the easiest to climb. She inhaled, absorbing the rusted metallic scent as tiny chips of old metal cut her skin. She was out of breath, shaking with fear, when out of nowhere came a deep, ferocious growl. Ava grasped the metal bars and clung against the cold bar, anticipating the attack. She turned to look over her shoulder just as the claw made contact with her flesh.
She screamed.
Falling backward, she slammed onto her back as the growling increased and the fear clenched her gut.
She screamed again as multiple sets of glowing eyes surrounded her then paws pulled at her clothing, ripping the material as well as her skin in the process. They trampled her, and claws banged against her ribs, her stomach, and back as she rolled into the fetal position and tried to protect her head. She cried out for help until she heard the voice.
“Enough!” Fenly’s Irish brogue caused the large beasts to step away. Pain radiated through her body as she slowly opened her eyes. She had never been so scared in her entire life. She could feel the cuts that these oversized dogs inflicted upon her skin, the bruising and aches she would most definitely have if they didn’t eat her. Damn, the cuts burned and ached so badly. The animals appeared to be the same type of beast that Fenly had turned into earlier. Her heart pounded against her chest, and her body shook with fear. She had never seen anything so fierce and wild looking in her life until tonight.
“I said not to hurt her! Her skin better not scar. I will not have my gorgeous wife look like damaged goods,” Fenly roared. He actually sounded as if he growled the words, as each syllable felt as if it vibrated against her body. Ava didn’t know what was going on. She was frightened out of her mind. While she clutched her knees to her chest and refused to believe what was actually surrounding her, they shifted.
Someone touched her face and began to push her hair from her cheeks.
“Get up off the ground, wife. We don’t have time for this.”
“Wife?” she questioned, not knowing what on Earth this lunatic was talking about. His father had been her father’s business partner. Nothing more. Fenly was a narcissistic man whore. Now he could add murder to his list of crimes.
He held her gaze as he kneeled down and touched his fingers to her chin. She tried to pull back, but a shove to the middle of her back forced her forward. She glared at the culprit and was shocked to see Miller, Pete, and a few others she only knew as Fenly’s bodyguards, and they were naked. Only moments ago she was surrounded by animals. She didn’t know what other way to describe them. They had been with Fenly at all times. Their eyes glowed with an odd sparkle that stirred awareness in her she didn’t recognize at all. Then it hit her that they were beasts just like Fenly.
She gasped and attempted to move away from Fenly again. She had never seen a naked man before. Her upbringing kept her an innocent virgin. She was to be perfect in every aspect of her father’s vision. Well rounded in various areas, she wouldn’t need a man or an army to help her achieve success or survive. Somehow his plan had backfired. It appeared she gained the interest of a rogue solely out to claim her. Her father had sheltered her as much as he could in order to protect her from men like Fenly. Had her father thought of Fenly as a threat and kept her out of the loop? He wouldn’t have. She was aware of almost all aspects of the family businesses. Fenly was obviously after the family fortune and she was just a means to achieving that.
“My lovely Ava. See what you have done? You’ve made my men hurt you in order to keep you safe,” he told her as he looked her over with his dark, gray eyes, and instantly she felt the chills. His fingertips touched the material of her blouse that was ripped, revealing her skin.