Elite Elements
Elite Warrior Series
by Sabrina York, Virginia Nelson, Jennifer Kacey, Heather Long, Rebecca Royce, Anna Alexander, Saranna DeWylde
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Review:
I have only had a chance to read Sabrina York's Cesium’s Capture in this set. It's AWESOME! Of course I don't think Sabrina York could write a book that's not awesome if she tried. I love love love this talented lady's work. I devour her books quickly and then anxiously anticipate the release of her next book.
Jason “Coop” Cooper, AKA Cesium is on a mission in Hong Kong. He is set and determined to bring down Red Wolf’ and anyone that in cahoots with this evil man. He thinks he may found an "in" with the assistant to Ming Kow but things are not always as they seem.
Natalia Goodinov Petrova's life has not been easy. She uses all those painful memories as motivation to seek revenge on those that have hurt her. Oh my goodness this one of those ladies I would want in my corner if I was in trouble.
Coop and Nat meet under umm "interesting" circumstances. I enjoyed watching these two get to know each other and learning about each other's past. It turns out they work really well together. Their attraction to each other is instant and leads to some passionate fireworks.
Coop and Nat both have great support for backup. This group works really well together and has it down pat on what needs to be done to neutralize some pretty horrific situations.
Ms. York has written yet another fabulous story that grabbed my attention on the first page and held me captivated until the end. This story has all the elements that make for a tremendous read. The action and suspense had my heart pounding and flipping pages to see what in the world was going to happen next. It is her Royal Hotness so of course there are those oh so well written hot and steamy scenes that will warm up the coldest of evenings. The charters are well written and extremely easy to bond with.
I don't want to tell you too much because you are going to want to grab this up and read it for yourself. It's a fairly short story and I finished it in one setting. There was no way I was setting this book down.
I was given the opportunity to read this incredibly story and it is my great pleasure to share my thoughts with you.
You may read more of my reviews on Sabrina York's work here.
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BLURB:
Satisfying Silicon by Virginia Nelson Lady Dead may be number five on his hit list, but she trusts that Silicon will come for her. Save her or kill her... either way, it'll be a hot ride.
Cesium’s Capture by Sabrina York The mission is all that matters...until he meets her.
Vibranium’s Truth by Anna Alexander It’s not the size of the gun that makes a warrior, but the strength of her convictions.
Palladium’s Confession by Saranna DeWylde A defrocked priest and his benediction of death are no match for this BBW on a mission.
Francium's Chance by Rebecca Royce Just because he's on the right side of the fight doesn't mean she can trust him.
Asset: Arsenic by Heather Long Arsenic is playing a dangerous game, but one with hefty payout—Red Wolf’s head on a platter.
Kryptonite’s Oxygen by Jennifer Kacey To rid the world of the deadliest wolf a broken girl must trust her kryptonite.
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Cesium’s Capture
by Sabrina York
Jason
“Coop” Cooper, AKA Cesium, is as cold as they come. Nothing matters except for
the job—a lesson he’s learned through painful experience. But while on a
mission in the gritty back alleys of Hong Kong to collect intel about one of
Red Wolf’s criminal associates, Coop is stunned to meet a woman who reaches
past his elaborately constructed walls. A woman who sparks a fire inside him.
One that could burn him from the inside out.
What a pity she’s in cahoots with his enemy.
Natalia
Goodinov Petrova is not all she seems. Oh, she’s beautiful and smart and uses
her sexuality to get what she wants with no qualms whatsoever, but her
sex-kitten mask hides her true identity as a hard-core Russian agent determined
to root out the villain who killed her father…and wreak her revenge.
Coop and
Natalia come together in a clash of wills that threatens to destroy both of them.
Other than their stubborn determination to complete their missions, they have
nothing in common.
Or do
they?
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READ AN EXCERPT from Cesium’s Capture :
Natalia Petrova fixed her features into some innocent, seductive
mien and Cooper smiled and gestured toward the foyer.
God, men were so easy to manipulate.
Sometimes it revolted her.
All she needed to do was bat her lashes and infer she might
possibly spread her legs for them and they melted.
She forced down a familiar irritation, an unwelcome desire that
there could be something more for her than her life as it was.
Her life was fine. Wonderful. Perfect.
It would be even better when she finally achieved her goal.
She was so close.
She couldn’t allow this man to fuck it all up.
And he might.
The gorgeous bastard had been tailing her for days. He’d tried to
be inconspicuous, but seriously, what woman with blood in her veins would not
notice him? He was tall—seemed even taller here, in Hong Kong, where most men
were in the five foot range. He was well over six. And his body…
She suppressed a shudder as he took her arm and led her across the
elegant foyer of the hotel. His body was magnificent. Muscled and thick,
bunching with energy and vigor. And then there was his face. Perfect features,
beautiful blue eyes, long lashes and a noble nose.
She didn’t dare think of his lips. His lips on hers.
It was wrong to think of fucking him. Stupid, even.
She had a mission to complete—a critical mission that she needed
to complete before Gregor figured out what she was really up to and dragged her
back home with her tail between her legs. Fucking this man would only get in
the way.
She glanced at him from beneath her lashes as they waited for the
elevator. When his gaze met hers, when his beautiful lips kicked up into a
small smile, she swallowed heavily.
Because, yeah. He made her drool.
Drool.
No man had ever made her drool. No man had ever had such an effect
on her.
That alone was ample reason to do her business and get out.
While Nat had never been afraid of any man, she had to admit, this
one sent skirls of nervousness through her.
Or maybe not nervousness.
Maybe it was just lust.
It had been a while, after all.
The elevator door opened with a silent shush, and he set his hand
to the small of her back and led her in. Funny how the contact burned, even
through her blouse. Her nerves awoke and sang.
She told them to shut up.
As he pressed the button for his floor, her attention fixated on
his thumb. Thick and blunt. Manly. It was—
Nat gave herself a mental shake. For pity’s sake. It was a thumb.
Nothing to obsess about. Nearly everyone had one.
He nodded to an elderly couple who joined them in the car and as
the doors closed, the four of them faced forward, staring at nothing as the
elevator moved. Nat remained motionless, but her mind was in a whirl…because
that thumb, his thumb, had begun some kind of heinous torture against her back.
Sweeping, swirling, stroking.
She had no idea why her knees went weak.
No idea why her body liquefied.
It was only a thumb.
She was stronger than this. She always had been. No mere man had
ever had any power over her. She’d gone to great lengths to make certain of it.
That was why this situation was so annoying…and scintillating.
She’d always wondered what it would be like to find a man who
could move her. She’d always wondered what it would be like to fuck him.
Damn it. There was that whispered voice again. That resonating
ache.
She attempted to tamp it down. Reminded herself of her mission. Of
why she needed to be strong, resolute, cold…
The elevator stopped and the elderly couple stepped off with
polite nods. Nat forced a smile at them, redoubling her efforts to maintain her
professional façade. She needed information from this man and that was all.
What a pity then, that as soon as the doors closed, he whipped her
into his arms, pulled her hard against him, and kissed her.
It was a blazing kiss, one that wiped her mind clean and sent her
senses into a spiral.
God, had she thought his lips were perfect? They were beyond that.
He was beyond that.
She was immediately suffused with his scent, his taste, the feel
of his hard, pulsing body. His arms around her, like steel bands, held her in
place as he consumed her with a wild passion that only stoked hers.
He moved in, closer, closer, until he had backed her up against
the mirrored wall. His broad hand skimmed over her hip, up and up, closing on
her breast.
A sharp thrill cut through her as his palm scored her nipple and
she gasped through the kiss.
His chuckle rumbled between them.
She had little opportunity to process her irritation when his hot
mouth moved from her lips to the crook of her neck. The scruff of his beard
scraped like a razor over her raw nerves, sending spirals of delirium along her
spine. She tried desperately to be annoyed. She didn’t like this sense
of…submission to her lust. She was used to being the one in charge, the one
taking the lead. The one who didn’t care. Somehow, he made her care.
But she lacked the resolve to push away.
So to punish him, she raked his nape with her nails. It was a
vicious swipe.
He liked it.
In fact, it roused him to greater passion.
He reared back and stared at her. His muscles went taut, his
expression intense. His eyes burned.
“You are making me crazy,” he growled.
She found a little satisfaction in the fact that he seemed to be
provoked by his lack of aplomb as well. Surely it was wrong to taunt him more.
She rubbed her belly against his hard cock nonetheless.
His nostrils flared, like those of a wild beast scenting its mate,
but he merely chuckled again. “If you keep that up, I’m going to fuck you right
here.”
She quirked a brow. “In the elevator? How bourgeois.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” He took her mouth again in a crazed frenzy,
eating at her, devouring her, stoking the fire he’d built in her belly and
making her as crazy as he. Indeed, she didn’t care where they were. Indeed, she
would happily fuck him here—
It was irritating that the door slid open just then. Irritating
because they had to part, had to step into the hallway, had to function like
humans.
It took most of her reserves to put one foot before the other,
even though he had a hold on her arm and guided her. Her vision blurred. Her
body trembled. She could feel the arousal welling between her legs. She shook
from wanting him.
The logical, well-trained part of her brain told her she should
get him somewhere private—and his room was private—and begin her interrogation,
discover why he was following her. Discover if her cover had been blown.
Another part of her, a far more feral and visceral part, saw an
opportunity to slake the hunger that had been clawing at her from the first
moment she laid eyes on him. To take what she wanted from this man and leave
him panting for more.
Perhaps she could have both.
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