Two Jaguar Squadron stories in one volume—for the first time!—from New York Times bestselling author Lindsay McKenna
His Woman in Command
Captain Nike Alexander is in Afghanistan to use her pilot skills. She doesn’t have time for men, especially military men. Playing hard to get with Captain Gavin Jackson comes as naturally to Nike as flying one of her Apaches. But Gavin’s sexy-as-sin smile makes it hard to say no. Then she gets into a dangerous situation, and his special ops skills could save her.
Operation: Forbidden
Helicopter pilot Captain Emma Cantrell has a chance to clear her military record in war-torn Afghanistan. She won’t let anyone get in her way—especially Afghan Captain Khalid Shaheen. Sure, he’s total eye candy. But she’s fallen prey to his kind of charm before—and she never makes the same mistake twice. Then she’s kidnapped, and he could be the only one to rescue her.
Praise for New York Times bestselling authorLindsay McKenna
“McKenna provides heartbreakingly tender romantic development that will move readers to tears. Her military background lends authenticity to this outstanding tale, and readers will fall in love with the upstanding hero and his fierce determination to save the woman he loves.”
—Publishers Weekly on Never Surrender
“Full of intensity and action-packed romance. There is great chemistry between the characters and tremendous realism, making Breaking Point a great read.”
—RT Book Reviews
“An action-packed, compelling story, and the sizzling chemistry between Ethan and Sarah makes this one good read.”
—RT Book Reviews on Degree of Risk
“Lindsay will pull you into Breaking Point and captivate you with her smooth writing, fast paced action, and the palpable attraction between Gabe and Bay.”
—Harlequin Junkie
“Lindsay McKenna will have you flying with the daring and deadly women pilots who risk their lives…Buckle in for the ride of your life.”
—Writers Unlimited on Heart of Stone
His Woman in Command & Operations: Forbidden
Lindsay McKenna
CONTENTS
His Woman in Command
Lindsay McKenna
To ROMVETS, a group of women who have served or are currently serving in the military. This list comprises women who are aspiring writers and published authors. It’s an honor to be among you. www.RomVets.com
Contents
Chapter 1
“Twenty bucks says you can’t get that good-lookin’ woman to come over to our table and have a beer with us,” Staff Sargeant Neal Robles challenged.
Captain Gavin Jackson, leader of a ten-man Special Forces team, squinted in the semidarkness of the officers’ club—a tent on the most dangerous border in the world: between Afghanistan and Pakistan. It was the last day of their two weeks of rest between month-long assignments in the field. Tomorrow, they’d be back out in the badlands border area hunting Taliban. Gavin sat with his nine men. The pitcher of frothy cold beer in front of them went quickly.
The woman in question had just entered the spacious tent, catching the attention of every man in the room. She was about five foot eight, with short, curly black hair framing an oval face and high cheekbones. She was olive-skinned with light gold eyes. Then there was her killer mouth that Gavin wanted to capture and kiss. The frumpy green one-piece flight uniform that told him she was a pilot couldn’t hide her assets. Curvy in all the right places. Gavin felt his body harden with desire.
He didn’t know why. His relationship with another woman army pilot had crashed and burned a year ago. Gavin had sworn off women for now and women army pilots forever. Squirming in his seat, the wooden chair creaking, he shrugged as Neal Robles grinned like a wolf over the dare.
“Why her?” Gavin grunted, lifting the cold mug of beer to his lips.
Robles’s dark brown eyes gleamed as he whispered, “She’s hot, Cap’n.”
“She’s the only female in here,” Gavin drawled. Indeed, the huge dark green canvas tent was packed with men— A teams coming in for a well-deserved rest, logistics, pilots or mechanics to support their missions. Women pilots were few, but they did exist. Automatically, Gavin rubbed his chest in memory of Laurie Braverman, the U.S. Army CH-47 Chinook driver that he’d fallen in love with. They’d broken up because of their mutual inability to compromise. A war of egos had eventually destroyed their relationship.
“She might be the only one,” Robles asserted, “but you gotta admit, Cap’n, she’s something.” Robles looked at the other enlisted men around the table, all of whom bobbed in unison to agree with his observation.
Tugging on his recently trimmed beard,