A betrayal from within has Terkel frantic to protect those he can, as his team falls one by one, from a murderous killer he helped create. With the bulk of his team down, Terk tries to establish a new base, while struggling to heal the team through the special connection each has. Damon is concerned about finding Tasha, one of their admins, and keeping her safe. But without any secure place to take her, Damon’s making do with the little they have - whether she’s happy about his plan or not.

In a dangerous profession where it's kill or be killed, Mason undertakes the dirty jobs others would rather not do - and invariably don't possess the skills he does to get done right. While on an assignment, he's single-minded in his dedication and focus. When he's not, this warrior plays as hard as he fights. The last thing he anticipates is meeting the one woman he wants but can't have...and equally can't forget.

Having cultivated his instincts through years of naval missions, Radar is roaming the world, working part-time for Levi and Bullard. When he’s instructed to go to Paris to help out a new start-up, he’s not sure what to expect. Especially given the caginess of Levi’s description of those who Radar would be working for. Outside of telling him, He’d fit right in, there is minimal intel on the job itself. Plus Radar’s working with two men he doesn’t know, and they aren’t willing to share their own secrets.

Magnus arrives in the Artic for severe-weather training, overseen by an international joint task force, but run by military brass. With multiple countries involved and multiple divisions of the military, it’s a wide-open mix of potential trouble. And trouble is what he’s here to find. Not to create. However, after meeting the one and only doctor on-site, a female member of the British team, Magnus knows that she needs his help to keep her safe. Yet she can’t be his main interest, not when something is seriously wrong at the compound. Too bad his heart wasn’t listening....

Landon, after a tough couple of years helping his navy buddy live out his last years, needed a break. Tracking a war dog named Chica to make sure it was okay sounded perfect. Especially being able to take his three chihuahuas with him. But finding a dog that had been part of a large shipment heading to a rescue across the Canadian border but had gone missing on the last stop before the border–well that was going to be a challenge. Particularly one that had a lame leg and half a paw.