Mike Bravo Ops

Mike Bravo. Knights in shining ... camo. Iris: I live for adrenaline. The thrill of the chase. And because I work for Mike Bravo, a private black-ops firm, it's my job to go into dangerous situations. But when we're called in to extract a military team from a hostile situation, the thrill is so much better. Because one of those men happen to be the golden boy from my basic training days. Brock "Saint" Harlow was a walking Captain America in the flesh. The perfect soldier. Now my boss wants to recruit him, and I can't wait to rub it in his face that he was rescued by me. The class clown. I'm not called Iris "I require intense supervision" for nothing. Saint: Military life is all I've known since I was born. I was raised to be a soldier. But when a top-secret mission fails, I find myself suddenly discharged with nowhere to go. Mike Bravo saved my life, and they want me to join them, but there's one small problem. Isaac "Iris" Griffin. He's as irresistibly snarky as he always was, only there's a big difference this time. I'm no longer closeted or scared to live my truth. And the truth is, I've always wanted him. It's against Mike Bravo's rules to fraternize with other team members, and I always follow orders. But something tells me Iris might be worth the insubordination.

TRAV I remember the first time I met Dylan Rodriguez. It was one sweaty encounter I'll never forget. The second time we met, he arrested me. I can still see the hot scowl on his beautiful face as he slapped handcuffs on me and realized I was … me. Dylan's main goal in life is to forget he ever met me. My goal is to make him mine. Turns out, I'm better at this game than he is. DYLAN When my law enforcement career falls to pieces in front of my own eyes, I don't know who I can trust. I have nowhere to go. No one to turn to. Asking Trav for help is a last resort, but I'm desperate. If he can't get me out of this mess, I may as well turn myself over to the guys hunting me down. I'm not sure which will be more difficult: protecting my life or my heart. Because when it comes to love, my heart wants what my brain doesn't. It wants Travis West.

ATLAS Working undercover at a strip club is not my usual kind of job. If it weren't a great opportunity to show the Mike Bravo team I can run my own op, I wouldn't have agreed to it. When my boss asks me to befriend the biggest gossip in the establishment, the person who knows everything, I'm even more reluctant. Because that happens to be one of the dancers. The only dancer to catch my attention in all the wrong ways. I need to be professional or I will never prove I'm leadership material. Only problem is, the guy with the stage name Lemon makes me want to be anything but professional. LEMON I'm sick of the new bartender throwing dirty looks my way. He's as judgmental as he is hot, and let's just say he's really judgmental. I don't know why he's working here if he looks down on us dancers so much. He could bartend at a regular club. But when he saves me from a drunken customer getting too handsy, his attitude suddenly flips, and we find ourselves becoming … friends? Underneath the judgment, it turns out Atlas is a total sweetheart. Maybe more caring than anyone I've ever met. I've never had a relationship before, but something tells me it could be way too easy to fall for the gentle giant.

CALLIE After constantly looking over my shoulder as I run for my life, I'm on the brink of giving up. On happiness. On love. On life. Which is why, when a familiar face shows up where I'm hiding, I shock myself by running again. Though, probably not as shocked as Zeus is when I run him off the road with my car. For some reason, my survival instinct is stronger than my mind is, and I find myself fighting for the life I'm not even sure I want. On the run and nowhere to turn, I flee into the arms of the last person I should. Suddenly, I find myself involved in one of the worst crime syndicates in Las Vegas, and no way to get out. ZEUS Why would Callie run away from me? I'm delightful, damn it. I mean, sure, he probably thinks I'm trying to kill him, but I'm not. I've been hired to make sure he's okay and that he's surviving after escaping an abusive relationship, making mistakes, and putting multiple people's lives in danger. He screwed up, but he doesn't deserve to die for it. And now, because of me, his life is at risk yet again. Technically, my job is done. Callie is still breathing. That's all I was supposed to find out. But I can't sit by knowing he's selling his soul. His body. I need to get him out, and I'll go to any lengths to do it. **Mike Bravo Ops Zeus deals with some sensitive topics. Please listen to the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book**