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Hidden Comrade

Project Morpheus Book 2

by Jillian David

Genre: Military Romantic Suspense 

The Project Morpheus series: Military romance, steamy passion, and heart-stopping suspense.

The Morpheus Squad: Ultimate soldiers who hide in plain sight, fierce protectors risking their existence for those they love... and virally-altered, ticking time bombs. 

Pele Tuitama’s Morpheus Squad mission infiltrating a Smoky Mountain children's camp is FUBAR. He might be a virally-enhanced military experiment, but augmented abilities won’t help him protect Reagan McNeill, the most unsecure-able target imaginable. Sweet Reagan’s kisses and the possibility of a future he should never consider, distracts his laser focus. If Pele can’t keep Reagan safe from an evil adversary bent on revenge against the entire McNeill family, then Reagan will die.

 
After a nasty breakup, Reagan doesn’t trust any man—or herself. Enter handsome Pele, the world’s worst camp counselor. She doesn’t believe his story or his motives. When overly-protective Pele draws her close and then rejects her, Reagan is finished with games. Then the truth she learns rips open recently-healed emotional wounds. 

In order to escape through the mountains, Pele must share his deadliest secret. To have a chance at their future, they must reveal their demons and pray for acceptance ... and survival.

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Fallen Comrade

Project Morpheus Book 1

Ex-Green Beret Jake Zimmerman’s Georgia mountain seclusion is shattered when the one woman he should never have left, pregnant Kiera McNeill, shows up on his doorstep. Her life is in danger, thanks to a botched Morpheus Squad mission. If the nature of her baby is discovered, evil forces will stop at nothing to capture Kiera. When Kiera learns of Jake’s top-secret Morpheus Virus running through his veins, she realizes that her protector is the deadlier threat.

Kiera knows the secrets of Fallen Comrades, a billion-dollar “charity” which siphons donations away from wounded veterans and into the pockets of power-hungry CFO Beau Lequire. Now her sadistic ex-boss, Lequire, wants revenge. Her only chance of escape rests in the lethal hands of the man who once rejected her: Jake. All she needs to do is suppress her feelings for Jake long enough to destroy Fallen Comrades, stay alive, and save her baby.

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Fallen Comrade

Thanks to his tree-mounted security cameras that made the system guarding the crown jewels look amateur, it took less than ten seconds for Jake Zimmerman to identify the vehicle creeping to a stop in front of his remote Blue Ridge, Georgia, cabin. Silver Hyundai Accent, five years old, brand-new tires. No registration.

He cocked his head to the side. No whumps of an incoming government helo.

Sparks of adrenaline fired up his nerves, lasering all of his senses on the intruder.

He ran the pad of his index finger over the rough grip of the Sig nestled in his shoulder holster. How could anyone find him? He’d buried his personal intel deeper than a black ops mission file.

With minimal concentration, Jake could detect the ever-present multitool tucked away in a pocket and ready to go for any occasion.

He peered at the … occasion … on the computer screen.

He kept the house lights off. Control, dammit. Drawing a hand over his face, he took several deep breaths. The muscles in his neck clenched, refusing to loosen. The damned virus had started to take over his brain again until his entire world narrowed down to one mandate: destroy.

No, damn it. He was not this … monster.

Thanks to the top-secret Project Morpheus he had volunteered for almost two years ago in Special Forces, the darkness within Jake thrived on the anarchy that was his virally corrupted soul.

Add in an uninvited visitor, and it looked like tonight would bring even more fun for one of the U.S. Army’s best-kept secrets.

Did the person want to rob him? Jake had no material items of value.

Well, he had a locket with a clip of smooth auburn hair he should have thrown away long before now. Yeah, he was a bastard for preserving the keepsake, despite being technically faithful to his then-wife who did not have auburn hair. Could explain why he was no longer married.

So. What to do about the person outside his house?

Wiping his hands on his black cargo pants, he unholstered the Sig and crept to the front door.

The one person who knew he lived here was Mateo, and Jake hadn’t seen his Special Forces buddy since Brady McNeill’s funeral.

Brady’s funeral. And one particularly fucked-up night. Not in small part because of seeing Brady’s sister, Kiera.

Seen? A bland word for the silky skin sliding over him and around him during their sweaty, heated reunion.

Since that night, nothing besides Jake’s own misery mattered. Not his best friend’s death, not the Morpheus Squad, his own emotional baggage. Nothing.

Which was exactly what he had now, wasn’t it? Nothing.

Well, not completely. He had someone casing his house.

He licked his lips.

The virus crackled through his nerve endings. Mental processes turned to sludge. As unnatural strength and acuity of his senses grew, his sanity ebbed.

What a time to skip an antidote dose.

Too late now.

He rolled his shoulders, upper back, and arms. Each muscle popped as poorly contained rage swept through him, turning him from Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde.

Sweat broke out on his forehead as the shaking began.

On second thought, he could use a good brawl. Stuffing the Sig back in his holster, he flexed his hands. Mr. Hyde would much rather do this the natural way.

The hunched figure in the baggy jacket trudged up the gravel driveway, halting gait a little short on one leg. He couldn’t make out any other details with the hood casting a shadow.

Pressing his back to the wall next to the front door, he listened. The virus strained like a chained dog tempted by a wounded rabbit.

Jake became a metal spring, coiled and ready.

At a knock on the door, he didn’t move.

The spring inside of him tightened. Tick, tick, tick. His body ratcheted down as tight as he could go.

A tap on the electronic keypad outside. What the hell? The bolt turned and the door cracked open.

The coil released.

Hidden Comrade

Short excerpt:

“Pele, stop for a minute.” She tugged his hands away. “See this here? You and me in the cabin? Doing this?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve rehearsed it before. Spoiler alert: It ends with you making an excuse and then running out that door.”

“I had to go before.”

“Sure you did.” She waved off his retort. “Look, you’re a great guy. But I can’t handle another rejection.”

“I didn’t reject you,” he protested.

“That’s not how it appeared.” She crossed her arms. “Why are you here, now, Pele?” she said, not caring if she made him uncomfortable. “What do you want?”

His jaw worked for a full minute. The words came out raw, like he’d yanked them from his chest. “I want you, Reagan. All of you.”

She sucked in a breath. “Go on.” Was that sweat on his brow? Good.

“I would only want to ... be with you, if you want the same thing.”

“More specific.”

“Ti’o, you aren’t making this easy.” The full weight of his deep, dark eyes fell on her. “You want specific?”

“Yes.”

“If it was up to me, I would strip you naked and taste every inch of your body before we have what I pray to any god out there is a night of amazing sex where you are totally satisfied. Multiple times.”

“Oh,” she exhaled, a liquid heat pooling between her wobbly legs.

“Let me know if you want more details.”

“Tell me you’re not playing me,” she whispered.

The edge in his voice made her jump. “Not with this, Reagan.” He rolled his lips together, and she wanted to lick him there. “But I will walk away if that’s what you decide.”

Her heart pounded double time. Decision time.

She knew what her body wanted. Pele.

What about her heart?

“Reagan?” The harshness of his low voice strafed raw nerves. “Should I leave?”

She rubbed her arms. “That’s not what I want.”

“Okay.” His pupils dilated until there was nothing but black in his intense gaze. “Then you tell me how you want this evening to go. I will make what you say happen.”

Damn, he didn’t tiptoe around. She drowned in his dark stare. Utterly sincere. Stark honesty.

Swallowing, she answered, “I want us to be ... together. Completely. Um, but at the end of the evening, I want you to still be here. With me. No running.”

He stepped forward, cupped her face, and kissed her until her knees quivered. Breaking contact for a moment, he growled. “Done.”

Snaking an arm behind her back, he pulled her into his hard torso. She met ridges of muscle that flexed beneath her fingertips. As he kissed her again, she matched his mouth, pressure for pressure. Faster and harder, the kisses rained down on her. Somehow, she ended up against a wall, with his hands planted on either side of her head, bracketing her.

No escape.

Long excerpt:

“Is relaxing under the stars part of the traditional meal?” Reagan’s face entered his field of vision.

A flash of her body above him shot a bolt of desire into his groin. The damned virus growled its demand for action.

He tugged on one of her braids. “It should be. What about S’mores?”

“They’re traditional campfire snacks here at Camp Foxfire.”

“Then teach me.”

With a nod, she handed him a stick. “Okay. You put two marshmallows on and roast them.”

He immediately thrust the white sugar puffs into the flame and they caught fire. “I don’t think that’s correct,” he said as the sugar turned to black carbon.

“Actually.” She blew out the flame. “Some people like the burnt flavor. Try it. Be careful, it’ll be like molten lava inside.”

He took a bite of the marshmallow, getting a smoky, thin crust and a hot, gooey sugary center. Not bad.

“Now, if you want to do it the expert way, ahem, then you must learn patience. The color you’re going for is light caramelized brown, which is the most perfect color for a roasted marshmallow.”

“I’m light caramelized brown, does that count as perfect?”

A snicker burst from her lips. “Sure, if paired with melted chocolate.” She clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh. Never mind.”

A flash of Reagan licking chocolate off of his body sent another inappropriate jolt straight to his throbbing pelvis. Focusing on the task at hand, he followed her lead and kept the marshmallows well above the heat until they were bubbled and brown.

“Hold our sticks.” She reached into the other packages. “Next step is turning them into S’mores.” She sandwiched the steaming marshmallow between a second graham cracker and chocolate combo and slid the stick out. “Okay, try it.”

He bit down and got a burst of warm sugar, semi-melted chocolate, and crunchy graham cracker. “This is really good.”

“I know.” She sat back down on the tarp. “Simple but fun.” She sighed. He followed the line of her neck as she swallowed a bite.

“What?” A furrow formed between her brows.

“You have marshmallow on your face.”

She swiped at her nose and cheek. “Got it?”

The tiny piece of white remained on her lower lip. “Not quite.”

He leaned forward and licked his lips. She froze.

Gently. He would be careful. Shoving aside the drive to consume her, mark her, take her, he concentrated on Reagan’s sweet face instead. “May I?”

“Okay,” she whispered.

He nipped her lower lip and a tiny shot of sugar combined with the taste of her lips burst on his tongue. Ti’o. Perfection. In a flash, his damned viral-driven lust infused every cell with a blinding wave of need. He wanted to possess her, here, under the stars and in front of the fire. Primitive and perfect.

“Mmm.” He nipped at her soft lips, tasting, and licking.

Angling his head, he slid his tongue along the seam of her mouth. His senses were overloaded with wood smoke, sugar, fresh air, and Reagan’s soft skin.

A faint warning alarm chimed.

Trailing his lips down one side of her face, he enjoyed the tiny sounds she made. He eased her back onto the tarp and exposed her smooth neck. With his finger, he traced the jumping pulse and dropped light kisses until she moaned.

She gripped his bare forearms. Then Reagan drew him down to meet her lips for a sizzling kiss that made every muscle in his torso clench.

Bracing his hands next to her head, he kept his lower body to one side. She’d be less likely to encounter the hidden knives and guns. Also, ti’o, the minute he got fully on top of her, all best intentions to take things slowly would fly out the window. As it was, the need to grind into her shifting hips was becoming a priority. A wave of desire, amplified by his virus, rushed over him until a buzzing sound traveled through his chest.

When she slid her hands under his shirt, he hissed his pleasure but couldn’t risk her finding the Sig. He eased her hands away and laced his fingers in hers above her head, trying to sell the move as part of the seduction.

Nudging her mouth open wider, he swept his tongue deep inside. He ran his hands down her sides and squeezed her hips through the denim until she whimpered. What would it feel like to hold on to her bare skin as he drove into her until he lost his mind?

He retained only the barest sliver of control.

When she lifted her head to brush her mouth against his, his leg vibrated.

Vibrations.

On his leg. Vibrating.

His leg?

The buzzing continued. Through the fog of lust, he registered the source and woke up in a hurry, like cold water thrown on hot stones.

Kefe. The motion detectors had activated. Cold sweat dried in the heat of the fire.

Now he positioned himself on all fours, but this time it was to shield her as he cursed the bright fire that knocked out his night vision.

He scanned the dark woods. Enemies? Where?

What inspired you to write this book?

Okay, let’s go back to Project Morpheus series book #1 FALLEN COMRADE. That’s what started the whole thing.

I moved into a house that had a cute walk-in closet and at the back of the closet was a built-in bench that hid a storage drawer. My writer brain immediately said, hey what if instead, it hid a secret escape route that led to a tunnel through the basement which opened up a hundred feet away into the woods? What kind of person would need a house with an escape tunnel?

The rest is history.

Amazingly, when I published FALLEN COMRADE, the first two chapters that contained the escape tunnel had to be cut!! But readers can still find these lost chapters on my website here: https://www.jilliandavid.net/blog/the-lost-first-two-chapters-of-fallen-comrade

What can we expect from you in the future?

Completing the first three books in Project Morpheus. Book #3 is finished and in revisions, so I know exactly what’s going to happen to younger sister, Britt, and long-suffering Morpheus Squad member, Red!

After that, I’m pitching a medical romance series (fingers crossed!). The gist of the series is Northern Exposure meets Gray’s Anatomy.

The Project Morpheus series is coming out in audiobook this year, so that will be exciting!

I have a completed cruise ship romantic suspense that needs a home. The gist of that story is Zodiac Killer meets The Love Boat.  

Finally, Project Morpheus, Phase 2, will start to take shape. This band of brothers isn’t done yet!

Do you have any “side stories” about the characters?

Project Morpheus is currently three books: FALLEN COMRADE, HIDDEN COMRADE, and SILENT COMRADE. There are more teammates in the Morpheus Squad, and I have plans for them in Project Morpheus, Phase 2.

Can you tell us a little bit about the characters in HIDDEN COMRADE?

Pele Tuitama is an ex-Special Forces member of the underground Morpheus Squad, a band of virally-enhanced soldiers who were subjects of a military experiment gone dreadfully wrong. Along with his teammates, Pele is a super soldier and ultimate protector. He’s also a ticking time bomb.

Outdoor educator, Reagan McNeill protects her heart at all costs after leaving an abusive relationship. Just when she starts to trust Pele’s sexy kisses and powerful embraces, he pushes her away. Forget it. No man, regardless of how sinfully sexy, is worth the emotional risk. Or is he?

How did you come up with the concept and characters for the book?

This book came on the heels of the first book’s creation. When I outlined FALLEN COMRADE, I initially envisioned a single title with the two main characters. Then I expanded the universe to more ex-Special Forces and the McNeill family of sisters. I wanted to create settings that was familiar to me (sorry for blowing you up in book #1, small town Waffle House), but each sister’s background is still unique. For HIDDEN COMRADE, I created a fake outdoor education/summer camp in the Smokies, not unlike one that I worked at back in my college days.

Where did you come up with the names in the story?

For the sisters, I picked Irish first names that went with their last name, “McNeill.”

For the band of brothers, I mixed their real names and nicknames to make a motley crew.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

This whole series involves heroes who aren’t just alphas, they are Alphazillas. I took the concept of Alpha Male and turned the heat and alpha-ness way up! It was really fun making these big, hulking, testosterone-riddled dudes get totally owned by the strong, confident women who are more than a match for them.

Tell us about your main characters- what makes them tick?

Pele Tuitama is from American Samoa but he’s never really felt like he had a true home and family – until joining the Morpheus Squad. The Morpheus Virus military experiment has given him super strength, the ability to see patterns, and the inability to feel fear. He wants to stay close to Reagan, solely for the purpose of the mission. Nothing else.

Reagan McNeill is nursing a broken heart and physical bruises after breaking up with her abusive ex. He wanted to change her, and Reagan has had to re-learn that she is perfect the way she is. No way will she change for any man ever again. Even if his kisses are as toasty as a crackling campfire.

How did you come up with the title of the book?

Initially the team was Ghost Squad, not Morpheus Squad, but it didn’t resonate well so I changed it.

FALLEN COMRADE is the name of the first book in the series, and it’s a nod to the veteran’s organization “Fallen Comrades” with its corrupt CFO siphoning funds away from veterans and into his pockets. I tried to find something that had the same vibe as the Wounded Warrior project.

I kept the “comrade” theme through the three books as there is a background thread where we learn how the corrupt CFO is dealing with Russian drug cartels to bring in more money.

Who designed your book covers?

The amazing folks at Evernight Publishing. Aren’t the covers fabulous? I could not be happier with them!

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

HIDDEN COMRADE? No, I feel like that book came out the way I wanted it to, and I wrote it to the best of my ability. I’m pretty proud of how sexy and suspenseful it is!

Did you learn anything during the writing of your recent book?

I learned that it’s easier to sell a three book deal when all three books are already written …  

If your book was made into a film, who would you like to play the lead?

Anything specific you want to tell your readers?

My readership is small in numbers but mighty in devotion, and they bring me so much joy. I’m very accessible to my readers, so I will often link my email address directly in a newsletter so readers can contact me or ask questions. To my readers: thank you for supporting my wild stories – I love you all!

How did you come up with name of this book? (see above answer)

What is your favorite part of this book and why?

My favorite part of HIDDEN COMRADE is the scene in the Cotton Eyed Joe dance club where Reagan basically tells her ex where to shove it and finally breaks free of the pain from that relationship, allowing her to risk her heart for Pele.

If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would you do during that day?

I’d love to go trail running with Reagan McNeill in the Smokies!

Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

Most characters are completely made up, but one particular character is based on a real person. The villain, Beau Lequire, is the corrupt CFO of Fallen Comrades, a charity for wounded veterans. He parlayed his supposed “military injury” into preferential government contracts and built his career saying that he was a wounded veteran. I based his character on a real contractor who did exactly that.

Braulio Castillo was an IRS contractor who embellished (faked) an injury while in military prep school and somehow was able to work the system so that he got preferential government contracts. There was a video of Senator Tammy Duckworth during an inquiry, just taking this guy to task. The irony, of course, is that Tammy Duckworth, a true veteran who had paid a massive price in her service to our nation, is a double leg amputee. Anyway, the video is beautiful. She just eviscerates the guy for bilking the system. Here’s the video if you enjoy watching real heroes call out cowards. https://duckduckgo.com/?q=duckworth+irs+government+contractor&t=osx&iar=videos&safari_group=9&iax=videos&ia=videos&iai=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DOV_4sqPjDBE

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?

I outline pretty tightly before writing each book, and have some series outlines. So I know not only where each story is going but also how it fits into the overall arc of the series.

Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.

Do you enjoy angst, buried emotional wounds, and redemption that requires ultimate sacrifice? How about confident, capable women who are resourceful, smart, and sexy? No?

Or maybe you would enjoy reading about the most Alpha alphas that the world has ever seen – they’re ALPHA-ZILLAS. I took tormented, muscle-bound protectors, who don’t believe they deserve love, and turned the dial up to ELEVEN. Seriously, if you like your alphas WAY over the top alpha male, then this is the series for you!

Have you written any other books that are not published?

Yes! My first book, Reluctant Sanctuary, will be buried with me, never to see the light of day. I also have a medical romance in process as well as a romantic suspense called CRUISE CONTROL, which is basically the Zodiac Killer meets The Love Boat!

If your book had a candle, what scent would it be?

Testosterone, pine trees, and S’mores.  ;)

What did you edit out of this book?

Not so much HIDDEN COMRADE, but book #1 in the series, FALLEN COMRADE, I took out the first two amazing chapters. I am so proud of those first two chapters, and frankly, those chapters are how I got my agent. But the chapters didn’t get the hero and heroine together quickly enough, which is a necessity for any good romance. If you want to see the “lost chapters” you can click here: https://www.jilliandavid.net/blog/the-lost-first-two-chapters-of-fallen-comrade

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?

The nice thing about the writing community and Romancelandia is that authors are very open and generous with their advice and tips. I can toss out a question and – voila! – advice.

Fun Facts/Behind the Scenes/Did You Know?

Each book took 4-5 days to do the first draft.

And more than a year to fully revise afterwards.  

Jillian David is a rural family physician who lives near the end of the earth, writing paranormal, suspense, and adventure romances with medical characters and scenarios. She loves to use medical situations to drive drama. Her favorite cell is the platelet and her least-favorite organ is the pancreas. She fully believes that curse words, when appropriately deployed during surgery, are hemostatic. https://www.jilliandavid.net

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