Tuesday, July 28, 2015

*** Release Day & Review For Fatal Pursuit Aegis Security Book 3 by Elisabeth Naughton ***

Fatal Pursuit  
Aegis Security, Book 3
 by Elisabeth Naughton 
Montlake Romance
Romantic Suspense
July 28, 2015

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This book is simply wonderful. It is full of suspense, humor 
and hot and steamy(not just in the Jungle) passion.You can 
tell how much of the Author's heart was put into this book.
This is the 3rd book in the series and can be read as a stand 
alone, but I would recommend getting all the books. I plan to
 read the other two and novella's. I loved the chemistry 
between Marley and Jake. He may not want to admit it but 
he cares deeply for her from the start, even before there trek
 through the rainforest. I loved when they came across some 
natives in the jungle. I wont say what happened but you will 
enjoy it. This book had me laughing, angry at the characters
 and even brought me to tears in a few places. So be 
forewarned have the tissues handy you will need them. now 
I am off to read more books. I hope you enjoy this book as 
much as I did. If you do like this book, please consider 
leaving a review. The Authors really like it when you do, they
 value your opinions too.

 Five years ago, Aegis Security op manager Marley 
Addison’s lover died in a South American raid gone horribly 
wrong…or so she thought. When she receives a phone call 
telling her that he is still very much alive and in danger, she 
vows to bring him home safely, even if Aegis CEO and 
former Navy SEAL Jake Ryder has kept her out of the field 
for the last few years. Then Jake shows up in Colombia to 
help her, leaving Marley annoyed…and more than a little 
distracted by her alarmingly handsome boss.  

As things between Marley and Jake heat up in the 
wilderness, they discover their rescue mission is filled with 
treachery. Now the domineering Jake has to rely on Marley 
for survival. But can she depend on him when their mission 
takes a shocking and deadly turn? 

If she could shoot her boss and avoid the death penalty, 
Marley Addison would do it. Heck, she wouldn’t even bat an 
eyelash at a few years in a federal prison, but Kentucky had 
that damn lethal injection sentence. A fact that was definitely 
making her think twice at the moment.

“There’s nothing here.” Jake Ryder’s irritated voice sounded 
in Marley’s headset, echoing in her brain, knocking her 
tension headache up another blistering notch.

“I said to take a right,” she said again into her microphone.

“There is no right, Addison.” On the screen in front of her 
where she monitored the op from the safety of Aegis 
headquarters, Jake shined his flashlight ahead and to each
 side so she could see the cement walls all around him. 
“There’s no left either. No forward. Only back.” He pulled off 
the headset and pointed the mini camera at his face. 
His rugged jawline, irritated expression, and dark eyes filled the 
screen. “Happy?”

No, she wasn’t happy. Marley ground her teeth and typed 
quickly on the computer to her right because he’d clearly 
changed directions on her—again. “I said to hold still for ten 
seconds, not keep going.” The schematics of the tunnels 
beneath the Pulaski Gallery and Jewelry Exchange in 
Washington, DC, zoomed in on the corridor he’d taken 
without waiting for her command. “I’ve almost got it. There. 
Go back ten feet, then take an immediate left.”

Shuffling sounded in her headset, along with a string of 
muttered words Marley didn’t have the patience to sort out. 
On the monitor at her side, Jake’s light once again shone 
over his dark boots and the trickle of water on the cement 
floor as he headed in the direction she’d indicated. When he 
reached the corner, he lifted his light, illuminating a rusted 
gate, blocking his path. “No left, Einstein. What else ya got?”

She drew a deep breath and reminded herself patience was
 key with her boss. Arguing with Jake was as useless as 
banging her head against a wall. After three and a half years 
running operations at Aegis Security, the elite black ops firm 
Jake owned and operated, Marley knew that better than anyone.

Looking up at a multitude of screens in front of her in the 

high-tech communications room, she paged through the 
schematics until she found the route she’d told him to take in 
the first place. “Turn around, backtrack to the main tunnel,
 then this time take a left at the four-way intersection.”

Jake’s boot steps sounded in her ear. On the screen, he 

flashed the light over his wrist. “We’re four minutes behind schedule.”

Of course they were behind schedule, but not because of 

her. If she were in the field instead of stuck back at Aegis 
headquarters, they’d already be in the vault of the gallery 
because she actually did her research before a mission went 
into operation mode. But she refrained from saying so to 
keep the peace. She always bit her tongue with Jake to keep 
the peace. “There should be a ladder twenty feet ahead on 
your right. Access runs into a closet in the back office on the 
first floor of the gallery.”

Jake didn’t respond, but seconds later his light illuminated 
the metal ladder, exactly where Marley had said it would be.
 “Bentley, system check.”

“Security system is down . . . now.” The sound of keys 
clicking reverberated through the line, and Marley pictured 
Pierce Bentley, a former Secret Service agent, hacking into 
the gallery’s security system in the back of the nondescript 
van parked a block away on the dark DC street.

That was where she needed to be in case something went 
wrong and she had to give the men inside split-second 
directions. On site in the van in the event the satellite feed 
went down, or the cops showed up, or any number of things 
erupted to ruin the op. But no, because she was a woman 
and not one of the guys, Jake made it clear her place was 
anywhere besides in the field.

That fact burned more than she liked. For the most part, 
working at Aegis was rewarding. She loved the guys, loved 
the work, and the pay was a serious perk. But Jake’s gender 
bias was really grating on her last nerve. Especially lately,
 when his resistance to her having anything to do with
 fieldwork only seemed to be growing stronger.

He lets Eve participate in the ops.

Her brain skipped over the only other female who worked for 
the company. Yes, Jake let Evelyn Wolfe participate in the 
ops. Sent her all over the world, in fact. And his excuse when 
Marley called him on it was that Eve was ex-CIA and knew 
how to handle herself. He was right—Eve was as tough as 
they came—but that didn’t mean Marley couldn’t deal with 
the pressure. She’d grown up in the security game, for crying 
out loud. Her father was the CEO of Omega Intel and had 
dragged her all over the globe on his missions from the time 
she was old enough to carry her own backpack. When it 
came to fieldwork—raids, rescues, extractions—she’d seen it 
all. And Jake knew that.


Startled by the sound of Jake’s voice in her ear, Marley 
flinched. “Yes?”

“I asked if you’re monitoring the police bands. Where the hell did you go?”

Of course she was monitoring the police bands. “Still no 
chatter on the bands,” she said clearly, then under her 
breath, “I’d tell you if there were. I’m not a freakin’ rookie.”

“Perimeter’s clear as well.” Mick Hedley’s Australian accent 
echoed through the line.

Marley glanced at her map just to be sure. Mick and a couple 
of other guys were stationed outside the building, waiting for 
Jake’s mark. Their op this time was simple: test the Pulaski 
Gallery’s security system. No big deal. Aegis had done jobs 
like this dozens of times. But any number of things could 
backfire, and Marley still wanted to be there.

“What about Wolfe?” On the screen to her left, Jake’s light 
shined over the interior of a small office made up of a desk, 
file cabinet, and a trio of chairs. If he’d heard Marley’s 
muttered comment, he didn’t acknowledge it. Then again, 

Jake rarely acknowledged her, let alone her feelings.

Marley pushed down the frustration and told herself to stick 
to the business at hand. What did she care if Jake noticed 
her? He was her employer, nothing more. Which was exactly 
the way she wanted it.

“She should be coming out anytime,” Marley announced, 
flipping screens again so the layout of the gallery popped up. 
“Turn right when you open the door. A back hallway runs 
from the offices toward the kitchen.”

“She better not be having too much fun in there,” Zane 
Archer muttered over the line as Jake headed down the dark 
hallway. He, like Hedley, was also stationed outside, waiting 
on clean-up duty while his fiancée created a diversion and 
schmoozed with Washington’s most wealthy at the black-tie 
affair happening inside the gallery’s main rooms.

“Worried she’s going to trade you in for a younger model, 
Archer?” Bentley asked.

“No,” Zane huffed. “I just don’t want her to spend all my 
freakin’ money. There’s a damn auction going on in there. 
You know how competitive the woman is. Knowing her, she’d 
start bidding just to prove she could.”

“I heard that, Archer.” Eve’s clipped voice echoed in Marley’s 
headset, followed by the click of her heels across the floor. 
“In a few minutes you’re going to seriously wish you weren’t 
talking smack about me behind my back.”

“Ooh.” Hedley chuckled. “You’re in deep shit now, Archer.”

“Babe,” Archer said sweetly. “I wasn’t talking smack. I was 
bragging about your sexy dance moves. I said, ‘She’d start 
spinning just to prove she could.’”

Eve snorted.

“Jesus, Archer,” Bentley mumbled. “You are so freakin’ 
whipped. It’s pathetic, man. I swear to God you’ve grown a vagina.”
The team laughed. Over the line, Eve said, “I seriously hope
 not because I am so not into the girl-on-girl thing.”

“Damn,” Hedley mumbled. “There goes my fantasy. For 
a while there, Wolfe, I thought you were the perfect woman.”

“Hey now, asshole,” Zane interrupted. “I’m still on the line 
here, Hedley.”

Laughter echoed through Marley’s headset, but she didn’t 
share in the lightheartedness. She never did, at least not until 
the op was over. “All clear?” she asked when the laughter died down.

“Yes,” Eve answered, her voice growing serious as well.

A beep echoed, and Marley knew Eve had just flashed the ID 
card she’d lifted from a security guard over the vault room’s
 door sensor. The hiss of a heavy door opening sounded 
through her microphone. “Wilson just took the podium. 
You’ve got eight minutes, Ryder.”

Marley started her stopwatch.

“Sam Wilson will talk for more than eight minutes,” Jake said,
 moving out into the dark corridor and stepping through the 
door at the end of the hall that Eve held open for him. 
“He’s as long-winded as they come. Holy hell it’s hot in here.”

“Vault air temperature is 98.6 degrees,” Bentley informed 
him. “Infrared won’t be able to sense you unless you’re 
running a fever.”

“Here’s where you all hope I got my flu shot,” Jake said.

The door clicked closed behind them. Eve turned and typed 
a code into the keypad near the door. “Seismic sensors are disabled.”

Jake handed Eve a weapon. “Nice work, Wolfe.”

“Feminine charm comes in handy now and then, especially 
with hunky male security guards.”

“I heard that, too,” Zane added.

“Relax, Archer.” Even though Marley couldn’t see Jake, she 
could tell from the sound of his voice he was smiling. 
“Her lipstick’s only slightly smeared.”

“Fucking relax,” Archer mumbled. “I’d like to see you relax 
with your woman in there rubbing up against some two-bit rent-a-cop.”

“Not an issue.” Jake handed Eve one of the two packs he 
carried. “Because I’m not stupid enough to get tied down to 
just one woman.”

Eve grinned and shook her head. In the com room, Marley huffed.

“Problem, Addison?” Jake asked.

Marley cleared her throat and sat up straighter. 
“Not from me. That was a sneeze.”
“Uh-huh.” Jake chuckled. “Wolfe’s on her way out to you, 

Eve hefted the pack over her shoulder and looked toward 
Jake. “Try not to get shot.”

“Try not to get mugged.”

Eve smiled. “I’ll do my best, boss.”

While Eve disappeared back out the door, Jake moved 

And though there was a teasing tone in the air, once he was
 alone, Marley’s stomach curled into a knot. Her mind 
instinctively tumbled through every awful thing that could 
happen to him alone in that vault. “Six minutes, fifty-eight 
seconds,” she said into her mike.

The video feed swayed with Jake’s steps, illuminating the 
hallway and, finally, the vault’s door. “Won’t even need half 
that.” Jake dropped his backpack on the floor and reached 
for the dial on the vault. “Hey, Addison. What’s your favorite 

Marley blinked twice as she watched the camera shift 
direction and knew Jake was pressing his ear against the 
vault’s door, listening for the telltale click of the drive pin as
 he spun the wheel.

“You want to know my favorite color now?”

Jake turned the dial the other direction. “I’m guessing pink.
 You seem like a pink kind of girl.”

Marley grunted. Of course he thought she was a pink girl. 
The same way he thought she couldn’t take care of herself on an op.

“You’re making an awful lot of funny noises,” Jake said. 
“You coming down with something?”

“No, Jake.” Why the heck was he having this conversation 
with her now of all times? “I’m as healthy as ever. And pink is
 not even close to my favorite color. I like blue.”

“Blue, huh?” He turned the dial once more, then eased away 
from the door. The vault came into view along with his 
muscular forearm as he reached out and turned the hand 
wheel. “I never would have guessed that.”

A hiss echoed through his mike, then he pulled the door back
 and open, and Marley’s pulse jumped again, this time not 
from annoyance but excitement. 
“How the heck did you crack that so fast?”

“Hands against the wall now!”

Several voices echoed across the line, followed by a rush of 
footsteps. Marley startled at the sound, then leaned forward 
for a better view of the screen as Jake whipped around. His 
camera scanned the room, now filled with seven, eight . . . at 
least nine security guards pointing weapons directly at him.

“Oh shit,” Marley gasped.

“Well, hell,” Jake muttered. “Looks like someone finally wised up.”

“On the ground! Now!”

“Okay, okay. I heard you.” He held up his hands and slowly 
lowered his body to the floor. “I don’t suppose you boys are 
interested in a bribe, huh? Got an open vault here.”

Marley typed quickly on her computer, backtracking through 
the system and pulling up cameras in the hall that led to the 
vault. “I don’t know what we missed. Bentley?”

“System’s still totally down,” Bentley answered. “It’s clean on our end.”

No, it wasn’t clean. This op was turning into a giant fuckup, 
which was exactly why Marley needed to be on-site instead 
of at Aegis headquarters. “Archer, Hedley, go three. Jake, 
hold tight. We’ve got a team coming your way.”

“Take your time,” Jake muttered. “I’ll just take a nap down here.”

One of the guards kicked Jake’s backpack away from his 
feet. Perspiration dotted Marley’s forehead as she zeroed in 
on the screen in front of her and focused on the gallery 
owner moving down the hall toward the vault room. 
“Jake, Wilson’s heading right for you. Dammit, we missed a step 

“You didn’t miss anything,” Jake said quietly into his mike. 
“I tripped a sensor in the tunnels on purpose.”

Marley’s fingers froze on her keyboard just as the guard
 reached for Jake’s headset. “You what?

Jake didn’t get a chance to answer. The guard tossed his 
headset on the ground, then hauled him to his feet. The 
camera clattered against the floor but continued to transmit 
a video feed. Not that it did a lot of good because it showed 
nothing more than boots and pant legs, but Marley leaned 
forward to see better anyway and flipped the volume up on 
her monitor. She could barely make out the voices. Some 
kind of commotion was happening. She recognized Jake’s 
voice, and Wilson’s, but she couldn’t hear what they were 
saying. If they would just—

Gunfire exploded in her headset, 
and Marley jerked back in her seat.

~*~*~ About The Series ~*~*~
Whether they’re grappling with terrorist groups or storming 
exotic lands to bring home the innocent, the men and women 
of ​Aegis Security​ live every day on the edge—and love just 
as dangerously. In this gripping romantic suspense series 
from bestselling author Elisabeth Naughton​, the best of the
 black ops world team up to take down mayhem. But beneath 
 their undercover armor beat real, vulnerable hearts. And 
even in this elite firm, no one is safe from the most reckless 
and rebellious force of all: desire.

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 ~*~*~ Elisabeth Naughton ~*~*~

  Before topping the ​New York Times ​ , ​ USA Today ​ , and ​
Wall Street Journal ​ bestseller lists, Elisabeth Naughton 
taught middle school science. A voracious reader, she soon 
discovered she had a knack for creating stories with 
a chemistry of their own. The spark turned into a flame, and 
Naughton now writes full-time. Her books have been 
nominated for some of the industry’s most prestigious 
awards, such as the RITA and Golden Heart Awards from 
Romance Writers of America, the Australian Romance 
Reader Award, and the Golden Leaf Award. When not 
dreaming up new stories, Naughton can be found spending 
time with her husband and three children in their western 
Oregon home. 

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