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The Legionnaires #3

He can’t outrun himself…

Legionnaire Jamie Armstrong lives in the shadows. A medic haunted by his mistakes, he knows better than to hope for redemption. But his latest mission brings a threat he doesn’t see coming—an attraction as irresistible as it is dangerous. Hacker Samira Desta is a woman he swore to forget, but as a key witness to a deadly conspiracy, Samira is his to protect.

But the woman he rescues might be the one who saves him.

After a year in hiding, Samira’s worst fears come true when her cover is blown and the unlikeliest of allies comes to her aid—the secretive Scot with whom she shared one unforgettable night. Hunted by lethal forces and losing the battle against their desire, Jamie and Samira make a desperate play to take the fight to their enemy—but those at greatest risk of ruin may be themselves…

As a journalist, BRYNN KELLY once spent her days chasing stranger-than-fiction news reports. Now she spends them writing larger-than-life novels, in a happy bubble of fiendish plots and delicious words. 

She's a current RITA® finalist for FORBIDDEN RIVER and RT Book Reviews Reviewer's Choice Awards nominee for EDGE OF TRUTH.

Brynn has a journalism degree and has won several other prestigious writing and journalism awards, including the Koru, Valerie Parv and Pacific Hearts awards. Her debut novel, DECEPTION ISLAND, finaled in the Golden Heart. She’s also a bestselling non-fiction author, in her native New Zealand.

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ANGI: How often do you get lost in a story?
BRYNN: Not often enough! Because I’m a writer, I find it hard to switch off the writer/editor brain—but when it happens, it’s magical. I find that magic usually comes with books outside the romance genre, because I’m not dissecting them to figure out what the author did, or storing away inspiration for my writing.

The last time I was lost was in the gorgeous All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr, which had been sitting on my TBR pile for years. I also enjoyed Alyssa Cole’s fascinating historical An Extraordinary Union recently, and was pleased to see it named RT Book of the Year.

ANGI: What’s your favorite thing about your book’s hero?
BRYNN: I like his layers and depths. Jamie’s a wise-cracking Scot who speaks fluent French, a super-smart former surgeon turned medic, and a quick-thinking commando. On the surface he’s a flirt and a charmer but he hides dark secrets and regrets beneath that façade, and Samira has a tough time drawing out the real Jamie. I love how he’s very different from my other heroes in this series—they’re all tortured but they hide their wounds behind unique defense mechanisms.

This line sums Jamie up: “He was ninety-five per cent tease and flirt. It was the five per cent that intrigued her, those flashes of frustration or concern that broke through the façade, like a solitary boom of thunder from a clear sky that left you wondering if you’d imagined it.”

ANGI: What’s your perfect day?
BRYNN: A day spent reading books and drinking tea, with a walk along a beach thrown in, followed by an unhurried evening of eating and drinking wine with friends. Why does that not happen often enough these days?

ANGI: Salad or soup?
BRYNN: I like a busy salad, with a lot going on and a lot of different tastes to discover. Soup can get a bit same-y.

ANGI: Would you put yourself in a Fairy Tale or Action Adventure?
BRYNN: Or maybe a fairy tale action adventure? A kickass princess, a complicated witch, a quest, and an intriguing mix of light and dark.

ANGI: Favorite TV rerun you watch every time you channel surf? 
BRYNN: M.A.S.H. I always find something new to love. It’s amazing how they kept up the quality through so many episodes.

ANGI: Favorite date night…fancy or at home? 
BRYNN: Somewhere in between. I have medium-sized children so it’s a rare treat to go out, but I’d much rather dine at a casual, welcoming neighborhood eatery than a stuffy expensive restaurant. It’s the company that’s important, not the cost, and fancy restaurants don’t have a monopoly on delicious food.

ANGI: Champagne or Soda?
BRYNN: Champagne. But only on special occasions—it doesn’t taste as good unless there’s something to celebrate.

ANGI: The most daring thing you’ve ever done… Care to share?
BRYNN: A parachute jump. It was on a travel trip for journalists, so I didn’t make a conscious decision to do it—it was just on the itinerary so I went along with it. I didn’t really think it through. I was terrified to discover how high 15,000 feet was. Luckily it was a tandem because there’s no way I could have got myself out of that door. I hated the freefall—one minute is a long time to fall—but the gentle float to earth was more my style.

Like any writer, I stored away the experience and used it in a novel—my debut, Deception Island, in which the hero and heroine parachute onto a deserted island in the Indian Ocean. No bad experience is ever wasted when you’re a writer! From the book: “Wind buffeted her jumpsuit, flattening the fabric against her. She didn’t need encouragement to wrap herself into him. If she could nail their bodies together, she would. He’d obviously done this before, and right now the more immediate threat was the deep blue sea—or worse, the land.”

ANGI’s GOTTA ASK:  Where is your favorite writing place & why?
BRYNN’s GOTTA ANSWER: I mix it up a little. Usually I write in my study, but sometimes I need a change of environment to crank up my brain (or get away from the internet!) so I’ll go to a café or a library or write at a window seat in my living room. My all-time favorite spot is on the sofa on my deck, especially on a gloriously sunny and still winter’s day—although sometimes I spend far too much time gazing at the garden, and it’s too easy to get a little sleepy. The one constant is tea. I can’t write without a pot of earl grey.

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“A wild ride that will rope your heart and reel you in.” 
—Charlene Whitman, best-selling author of The Front Range historical romance series

Poppy Montgomery has always been good with a gun and could fight her way out of anything. Tough as nails and a sharp shooter, her beauty deceives the outlaws she’s after. Hot on the trail of the Clemmons gang, a group of outlaws who rob trains and killed an innocent woman and child a few months before, she is determined to make them pay for the sin’s they’ve committed by bringing them to justice.

Pinkerton, Noah Shaw is investigating a ring of stage robberies and knows the Clemmons gang is behind them. Told to track down the infamous redheaded bounty hunter, Noah gets more than he bargained for when he arrests Poppy for assault.

Handcuffed together the pair must work to stop the robberies, and figure out who is behind them. But what happens when love interferes and thrusts Poppy into discovering emotions she never knew existed?
Will she choose the solitude she’s always known, or Noah’s sweet embrace?


Outside of Dodge City, Kansas 1884

Poppy reloaded the Winchester tucked between her legs. The pale skin beneath the denims winked at her through the frayed hole in the knee. The slacks had seen better days, and right now the rip was the least of her worries.
When she was on the hunt she packed light; it wasn’t wise to carry too many things that could weigh you down. Nope, she’d brought just the essentials. Except, this time she’d made extra room for a hairbrush and the lavender soap her sister, Fern, had given to her when she’d visited.
A bullet whizzed past, and she ducked lower. She yanked the Stetson off her head and checked it for any holes.
“Damn it.” The bullet had nicked the top, tearing the felt.
She crammed the Stetson back on and cocked her rifle. Her fingers tightened around the handle. The cold barrel rested against her cheek, and she shivered. Here we go. She slid to her stomach and inched the butt around the boulder she hid behind.
She’d been tracking the Clemmons gang for two months, and now she finally had them. The lowlifes were wanted clear across the territory for their robbing of the railroad, but Poppy’s debt was personal. The gang had killed Molly Schmidt and her son, Tad.
She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. She’d never met the girl until the day she’d come across the turned-over stagecoach and found the mother and son sprawled on the dirt ground. Poppy swallowed. The horrid sight was forever etched into her mind. Molly had been alive when she’d found them, but not for long. After Poppy laid the little boy in Molly’s arms, the mother took her last breath. The memory still got to her making her eyes sting and throat work.
Killin’ had never bothered Poppy; she’d done her fair share and seen more than she’d like to admit, but what had her up nights was “Why them?” The thievin’ bastard Lefty Clemmons had murdered the mother and son, and she’d make him pay for what he’d done. The rebel outlaws had taken the lives of others too, but Molly and Tad had stuck with Poppy since the day she’d found them ten miles outside of St. Louis. She didn’t know where the pair was headed, but it’d been clear their deaths were for nothing more than pleasure.
Her eyes watered, and she blinked the wetness away just as another bullet whizzed past her head.
“I ain’t dyin’ today,” she whispered and rolled onto her stomach. Her sister Fern’s lecture on proper etiquette and language rang in her ears. Poppy had always been a bit to the left, as most folks would say. She didn’t take well to rules, and she didn’t take to speaking like a lady. Hell, she had better things to do, like kill the bastards who had her cornered.
She aimed her rifle, seeing two heads pop out of the bushes ahead, and fired. She smiled when she saw one of the outlaws pitch forward and fall to the ground.
The band of men were hunkered behind a stand of pine trees, which made it difficult for Poppy to see them and would aid in their escape if she didn’t get a move on. She needed to push them out of the bush toward her and not in the other direction.
She scanned the field in between them. Aside from a few rocks, including the one she was wedged up against, there was nowhere for her to go. She didn’t want to retreat into the forest a couple of yards behind her until she was sure the gang lay dead.
A bullet hit the rock she was leaning on and ricocheted to the right She peeked around the boulder and saw six riders coming toward her. Damn it. They knew she was alone and figured her stranded. The horse’s hooves pounded onto the ground as they drew closer. Dust billowed above their heads, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt they were coming to kill her.
“Shit,” she breathed. She laid her Winchester down and checked the Colts on either side of her hips. She pulled them from the holsters and gripped the handles with her clammy palms. The forest looked more appealing now, but there was no way she’d make it without being peppered with bullets.
Poppy shook her head.
Nope, ain’t no outlaw was gonna kill her today. She checked the rounds and clicked them back into place. She swiveled to sit on her knees, aimed her guns, and began firing. Another outlaw fell from his horse and rolled to the ground. No time to see where she’d hit him, she continued to shoot.
She had five bullets in each gun and she’d fired six of them already. The men were closing in. She lifted her arm to aim at an outlaw, when a sharp pain penetrated her shoulder, and she fell backward. The pistol she’d been holding flew from her hand and lay two feet from her on the dirt ground. She inched her injured arm closer to the gun. A searing pain raced up to slam into her shoulder, and she hissed from the pain.
A bullet hit the ground beside her hand, throwing up dust. She scrambled backward closer to the rock. Hell and tarnation. She was in trouble. One gun was all she had left. She flipped open the chamber. Two bullets lay nestled inside.
“Damn it. Two shots and a lame arm.”
She hadn’t thought this through when she’d followed the outlaws from town into the blasted prairies. No shelter, and her against six dangerous men did not bode well. But Poppy never shied away from danger, and to hell if she’d do so now.
She glanced around the boulder; four riders came toward her. She leaned against the rock and inhaled—two bullets and four targets. And one damn pistol.
She could hear the horse’s hooves pounding into the ground like a hundred buffalo. Oh, what she’d give for a band of Sioux to crest the hill to her right. At least she could get out of that one. Most of the Indian tribes were friendly with her, since she could speak their language and had sat many nights around their fires.
She looked at the Winchester lying beside her. With the injured arm, she wouldn’t be able to shoot the rifle. All she needed were two extra shots. The outlaws were closing in, and she had no time to load the six-shooter.
Shots pinged off of the rock beside her head, and she shimmied closer to the ground. The guns hadn’t ceased, but instead of hitting her they were flying above her. Thank goodness. Another shot, this one from ahead of her. Had the gang circled around and were now coming for her in both directions?
In her mind’s eye she saw her sisters, Fern and Ivy, standing over her grave, broken and desolate. Nope, she’d not do that to them. She’d come out of this if she was riddled with bullets, but she’d not die.
Another shot flew ahead of her. Whoever was shooting was not aiming at her but instead at the gang. She inhaled, rotated her hips, and rested her bloody shoulder against the rock. If this was help, she’d use it. She peered around to see where the outlaws were. The Clemmons gang had retreated, and she stared at their backsides.
Poppy dropped her six-shooter—the threat of the outlaws now gone—and flexed the fist on her injured arm and almost howled from the pain. Blood dripped from her fingertips and into the dirt, creating a crimson puddle.
A rider cantered toward her from the forest where she’d left Milo. She went for her Colt and remembered she’d dropped the gun, which was now lying too far for her to grab.
The sun caught a piece of the badge he wore on the lapel of his suit. The metal star shone bright. A Pinkerton. A bloody damned Pinkerton. They were the only ones who dressed better than a judge and wore a badge.
Poppy shaded her eyes to get a better look at him when he pulled his horse to a halt right in front of her.
“You all right?” His voice was rough, gritty, and low.
She pressed her back against the rock and shimmied her way to stand.
“I’m fine,” she said and reached for her revolver.
“Looks like you’ve been shot.”
“Nothin’ gets past a Pinkerton.” She holstered her guns, the movement causing her great pain, but she refused to show him how much.



Kat Flannery’s love of history shows in her novels. She is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance. A member of many writing groups, Kat enjoys promoting other authors on her blog. She enjoys teaching writing classes and giving back to other aspiring authors. Kat’s been published in numerous periodicals throughout her career.

Her debut novel CHASING CLOVERS has been an Amazon Top 100 Paid bestseller. LAKOTA HONOR and BLOOD CURSE (Branded Trilogy) are Kat’s two award-winning novels and MONTGOMERY SISTERS is Kat’s first novella series. She is currently hard at work on her next book.

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E.E.: How often to you get lost in a story?
Kat: Almost all of the time. I love to read, and I love to write. The best part of both is exactly what you just asked.  

E.E.: What’s the first book you remember reading?  
Kat: Little Women. I still love that book. I could watch and read it over and over again and never tire of it.

E.E.: What’s your favorite “love” word?
Kat: My beloved. When I was writing Lakota Honor I used a lot of Sioux within the dialogue. My beloved was how he expressed his love for her.

E.E.: What’s your favorite fairy tale?
Kat: I grew up watching all of Disney’s fairy tales, and I’d have to say my all-time favorite is Beauty and the Beast, more so for the message than anything.

E.E.: What’s your favorite cartoon character?
Kat: Bugs Bunny. He had wit and charm, and he was kind.

E.E.: What turns you off like nothing else?
Kat: Unkind people. There is no excuse for this kind of behavior, and I am completely put off by it.

E.E.: Can you tell us about a real-life hero you’ve met?
What a great question, and I’d love to tell you. My brother, Joe was a real-life hero. He passed away of cancer three years ago, but for all the crap he was dealt with in his short life he always smiled, never judged, and was the kindest person I’d ever known. Even when he was very ill, he still continued on the same as he’d always been with a great big smile on his face, and empathy for those around him. He never complained, or whined about his situation. He never blamed anyone or got angry…he was the essence of what humanity, humility and great courage is all about.

E.E.: Fairy Tale or Action Adventure?
Kat: I like both. It depends on my mood. How about a Fairy Tale with action and adventure?

E.E.: Is there a playlist you’d recommend for reading your latest release?
Kat: Not really. My playlist is all over the place with the songs I listen to. Most people who look at what is on my playlist are confused as to what genre of music I actually like…because I like them all.

E.E.: Where do you read and how often?
Kat: I do not read while writing a book. I try to read one book in between each new project, sometimes two. I have a comfy chair in my sitting room beside the fireplace…it’s the best place to read.

E.E.: What sound or noise do you love?
Kat: The laughter of my three sons.

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I made several trips to photograph wildflowers this year, sharing the experience with my husband, kids, aunts, mom and friends. It didn't matter that I'd seen the same spots four times... Each trip filled my heart with "happy".

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RANGER PROTECTOR was a thrill ride from the beginning. I literally couldn't put the book down until I finished reading.” ~J.M.V, Amazon 5 stars

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"The Harlequin Intrigue heroine is the no-nonsense, girl next door who may be caught up in dangerous circumstances. "
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Elle James

In one of the most remote locations
A SEAL meets his match…

Stationed in Africa, SEAL “Pitbull” Percy Taylor is on leave and flying to Kenya for a safari. Until bush pilot Marly Simpson is forced to crash-land their plane on the savanna. Stranded together, the itinerant pilot and the roving SEAL find a connection neither dreamed possible. And when Marly and her plane disappear, Pitbull rallies his SEAL team…to save the only woman he could ever truly love.


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ANGI:  Favorite thing about SEAL Percy “Pitbull” Taylor
ELLE: I love that he’s afraid of flying and he’s falling in love with a bush pilot! He’s such a macho man being a Navy SEAL and tough as nails, but flying terrifies him!

ANGI:  Favorite thing about bush pilot Marly Simpson
ELLE: She’s badass! Africa is like the wild west and a danger place, especially for a woman. But Marly grew up there and it’s just every day to her. She’s tough, she can maintenance her plane and she’s got a huge heart.

ANGI:  Favorite thing about TWO DAUNTLESS HEARTS
ELLE: I love that I take the reader on a safari into Africa and land them in the middle of herds of animals. The love between Marly and Pitbull grows out of mutual respect for the others’ abilities.

ANGI:  Did you travel to Kenya to research TWO DAUNTLESS HEARTS?
ELLE: I wish! It’s on my bucket list. I did a lot of research about things going on in Africa for all of the books in the Mission Six series. I hope my readers enjoy traveling to Africa as they read.


ELLE: I loved when Marly landed the plane in the middle of a herd of zebras. Pitbull was so scared.

Debra Webb

After he’s told his dead wife is still alive, Dr. Devon Pierce knows someone is out to get him, and he turns to the Colby Agency for help. Isabella Lytle takes his case, and they find their simmering attraction nearly impossible to resist.

Colby Agency: Sexi-ER

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FBI agent Beth Hoosay is determined to bring down a surrogate baby ring operating on the reservation, so she turns to Ty Redhorse, whose little sister has been kidnapped, for help. Working together is tough. Fighting what’s brewing between them is even tougher. 

Apache Protectors: Wolf Den


He must face his own demons

To rescue his childhood friend

Dade Butler’s father ruled with an iron fist. Carrie Palmer was bounced around the foster system. But they found solace as childhood friends. Neither imagined their grown-up reunion would involve the six-foot-four handsome rancher rescuing Carrie from a would-be assault. But when a stalker nearly kills Carrie, Dade will stop at nothing to save her—and turn this friendship into a permanent relationship.

Crisis: Cattle Barge
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Janie Crouch

After one passionate weekend together, Keira Spencer and Roman Weber go their separate ways…until an elusive terrorist threatens anyone connected to Omega Sector. Forced to reunite with the woman he cannot forget, Roman offers Keira his protection—only to also learn she’s pregnant with his child.

Omega Sector: Under Siege


A routine investigation turns deadly

Now they’re running for survival

SWAT officer Colby Vale and horse rancher Piper Caraway are left to die in the remote wilderness of the Blue Ridge Mountains. But for Colby, death is not an option. He vows to protect Piper as they navigate the treacherous way home. Surviving against nature is difficult. Fighting their attraction is harder. But when their tormentor makes his move…living to tell their tale may be impossible.

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