What's a superheroine to do when her super soldier ex
turns up alive after more than fifteen years?
Title: Butterfly Ops
Author: Jen Doyle
Series: Butterfly Ops
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy with Romantic Elements
Release Date: Sept 24, 2018
Length: 120,000 words
What's a superheroine to do when her super soldier ex turns
up alive after more than fifteen years?
Lyndsey doesn't have much time to walk down memory lane
before she and Ian find themselves thrown together to
investigate the mysterious deaths of ten young men in the
Canadian wilderness. How do such seemingly normal,
healthy men's hearts just...stop?
With the hint of an evil spirit in the wind--and a whole lot of
butterflies--there's no telling what Lyndsey and Ian are
dealing with, including their own extensive baggage. Though
seventeen years is a lot of life to live, there's one thing they
can't deny: their attraction is as intense as ever. But is it just
a spark that will burn itself out, or is it true love bringing them
back together? When the force they're hunting turns its sights
on them, the leap of faith required far exceeds either of their
powers. But worrying about their future might be premature
because one wrong move and they might not make it out
alive.
In Book One of the Butterfly Ops trilogy, Lyndsey and Ian
reconnect fifteen years after seeing each other for what each
thought was the last time. That the spark is still there is
undeniable—but is it enough to get past the secrets and lies
that tore them apart the first time around? With old tensions
rearing their heads as new challenges arise, what at first
seems to be a sure path back to trust and happiness is
rockier than it seems.
reconnect fifteen years after seeing each other for what each
thought was the last time. That the spark is still there is
undeniable—but is it enough to get past the secrets and lies
that tore them apart the first time around? With old tensions
rearing their heads as new challenges arise, what at first
seems to be a sure path back to trust and happiness is
rockier than it seems.
Note: this is Book One in a serial trilogy. Book Two will be
released in Spring 2019; Book Three will be released in early
Summer 2019. Books should be read in order.
released in Spring 2019; Book Three will be released in early
Summer 2019. Books should be read in order.
Of
course, in all the years since the night they’d broken up, Lyndsey had realized
it went a lot further than him just trying to get her to leave; he’d probably
had a much better sense of what was to come after he did. Asking Lyndsey to
come with him had been Ian’s last resort, what he’d fallen back on when she’d
refused to back down. But remembering that about him—understanding how deeply
he’d wanted to protect Lyndsey that night, it wasn’t too hard to guess what the
last fight with his wife was about. “You wanted her to stay home. You didn’t
want her on that flight.”
“I
wanted her to be the one who didn’t die,” he snapped. Then, clearly aware of
how defensive he sounded, his voice grew quiet. “It was one of those things you
say in the heat of it all, just to make someone mad.” He paused before adding,
“But I was too damn proud to give in. Biggest mistake I ever made in my life.
Thought I couldn’t top the one I made with you. It turns out I was wrong.”
When
he looked up there were tears in his eyes. His hand was right there, resting
next to hers. How could she not reach out to him? She couldn’t help it any
longer. “Ian...”
She
supposed it wasn’t a shock that he pulled his hand back. The only real surprise
was that he didn’t walk away— and that he actually kept talking.
“It
took a few months for it to fully hit. I totally lost it at Jack’s first
birthday party. It was the first time they let Matt leave the hospital. Saw him
in that wheelchair and whammo.” The detachment was back; there was even a touch
of the self-deprecating thing Ian was so good at. “Handed Jack over to my mom
and barely made it upstairs. It wasn’t pretty. Mom’s been here ever since. My
dad retired two years later and came east. There you have it.” He spread his
hands open wide. “No more secrets.”
“I
don’t know what to say,” Lyndsey said quietly. “I’m so sorry.”
He
picked up his beer bottle and tossed it across the deck, sinking it perfectly
into the trashcan. There was the sound of the glass shattering. “Yeah. So…
Eight and a half years. The first few were hell. It’s gotten better.”
“Thus
all the women in your life,” Lyndsey said, surprising herself with the words
she’d just spoken out loud.
Now
why would she go and say that? There was nothing but bad there.
He
raised his eyebrows in a ‘Really?’
kind of way. Part amused, part irritated, Ian answered, “I’ve got plenty of women
in my life.”
“Your
kids, your mom, Matt’s wife. Seems you’re missing a biggie.”
And,
no, she had absolutely nothing invested in the response to that.
“You,
too?” He seemed to be looking around for something else to throw. “I don’t need
anyone else trying to fix me up. I’m perfectly—”
“Happy,”
she finished for him. “Yeah. That’s what I tell them, too. Doesn’t necessarily
mean it’s true.” If she had to be perfectly honest.
There
was a pause before he said, “So why aren’t you?” He folded his arms in front of
his chest, the smile on his face saying, Dare ‘ya. “Happy, I mean.”
She
hesitated. Hadn’t quite expected him to throw it right back at her. He’d never
been one for asking questions; everyone who knew him knew that.
“Thinking
about changing the subject?” he said, his smile broadening. “Unh-uh. Your
turn.”
Talk
about busted. Darn it. She shrugged. “I’ve been in love three times. I know
what it feels like. I don’t want to settle.”
“Three
times, huh?” Though his arms stayed folded, he turned so he was leaning
sideways against the wall, facing her. “You’ve got me beat by one.”
She
got caught up for a minute, lost in his eyes, thinking about how much she
wanted to kiss him.
Stop
thinking about kissing him.
It
wasn’t her usual practice to jump on someone the moment he entered her
vicinity, even if he happened to be in the small club of men she’d had an
actual relationship with—a real, honest-to-goodness relationship. Not the
marking time one like she’d been in with Steve for the past several months.
But
her body was busy making the point that it never had the chance to properly say
good-bye. Never had that one last tender kiss, one last caress. Not even a
run-of-the-mill hug.
The
nearness of him now did nothing to ease the ache. Really—all she wanted was
good-bye. The fact that she was at a point in her life where the whole second
chance thing had better odds? She wasn’t going to entertain the thought.
Couldn’t. No siree.
She
made herself blink and look away. “I should probably tell you I’m sorry for asking,
but...” Well... “I’m not.”
He
grinned. “You know? It actually feels good to talk about her. I don’t much, not
to an adult at least.”
Lyndsey
realized she was fidgeting—running her hands down her thighs towards her knees,
letting her feet kick against the wall. Very deliberately, she rested her hands
alongside of her, flat on the ledge. “You talk to your kids about her? You
don’t avoid answering their questions?”
He
shook his head. “I swore to myself the night Abby died that I’d never hold
anything back from my kids. And these days I pretty much say what’s on my mind
no matter how dumb it sounds. Learned that lesson the hard way.”
Good
policy, she thought, especially because it opened him up to the question: “So
what’s on your mind right now?” she asked quietly. Breathlessly.
He
looked at her and then, cheeks reddening, quickly turned away.
“Set
myself up for that one, didn’t I?” Ian said it almost under his breath, as
though he were laughing at himself. Placing his hands on the ledge, he looked
past the buildings to the river. “I’m thinking it was really nice to talk to
you about Abby. That it’s been too long since I’ve done that.” He hesitated and
then bowed his head, adding softly, “And that it seems like a total betrayal of
her memory, but all I want to do right now is kiss you.” He turned back to her.
“It’s all I’ve wanted to do since the moment I saw you.”
Not
wanting to wait another second, Lyndsey put her hands on his face and drew him
to her. After a moment’s hesitation, his hands were on her waist, on her hips,
and his mouth opened. It didn’t take long for his tongue to find all the old,
familiar places.
Who
was she kidding? Forget good-bye. Hello.
Good. Freaking. Lord.
A big believer in happily ever afters, Jen Doyle decided it was
high time she started creating some. CALLING IT, her four-
book baseball/contemporary romance/romantic comedy
series, has been winning awards since its inception, the
most recent being the 2017 Best Banter Contest for Calling
It and a nomination for the 2017 Harlequin Hero of the Year
for Called Out. She also wrote the acclaimed HANSONS OF
ST. HELENA series of novellas in the St. Helena Vineyard
Kindle World. Butterfly Ops: Book One is the first installment
of the BUTTERFLY OPS trilogy, an epic love story and her
first in the paranormal realm.
Jen has an M.S. in Library and Information Science and, in
addition to her work as a librarian, has worked as a
conference and events planner as well as an administrator in
both preschool and higher education environments (although
some might say that there is very little difference between
the two; Jen has no comment regarding whether she is one
of the “some”). She is a member of the Romance Writers of
America and is represented by Sarah E. Younger of the
Nancy Yost Literary Agency.
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