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  Sacrifice Love

  Saints Protection & Investigations Series

  By

  Maryann Jordan

  Sacrifice Love (Saints Protection & Investigation Series)

  Copyright © 2016 Maryann Jordan

  Kindle Edition

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Design by: Andrea Michelle, Artistry in Design

  Editor: Shannon Brandee Eversoll

  Cover Photographer: Eric McKinney, 6:12 Photography

  Format: Paul Salvette, BB eBooks

  ISBN: 978-0-9968010-9-6

  Dedication

  To my family and friends, who have been my staunchest supporters. To my husband, who never once looked askance at me when I told him that I wanted to publish. And now, seventeen books later…I thank them for believing in me!

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Other books by Maryann Jordan

  More About Maryann Jordan

  Acknowledgements

  First and foremost, I have to thank my husband, Michael. Always believing in me and wanting me to pursue my dreams, this book would not be possible without his support. To my daughters, MaryBeth and Nicole, I taught you to follow your dreams and now it is time for me to take my own advice. You two are my inspiration. Also, special thanks goes to my daughter, MaryBeth, who is a veterinarian and gave technical assistance to the story.

  My best friend, Tammie, who for twenty years has been with me through thick and thin. You’ve filled the role of confidant, supporter, and sister.

  My dear friend, Myckel Anne, who keeps me on track, keeps me grounded, and most of all – keeps my secrets. Thank you for not only being my proofreader, but my friend.

  Going from blogger to author has allowed me to have the friendship and advice of several wonderful authors who always answered my questions, helped me over rough spots, and cheered me on. To Kristine Raymond, you gave me the green light when I wondered if I was crazy and you never let me give up. MJ Nightingale and Andrea Michelle – you two have made a huge impact on my life. EJ Shorthall, Victoria Brock, Jen Andrews, Andrea Long, A.d. Ellis, ML Steinbrunn, Sandee Love, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

  My beta readers kept me sane, cheered me on, found all my silly errors, and often helped me understand my characters through their eyes.

  Shannon Brandee Eversoll as my editor and Myckel Anne Phillips as my proofreader gave their time and talents to making Love’s Taming as well written as it can be.

  My street team, Jordan’s Jewells, you all are amazing! You volunteer your time to promote my books and I cannot thank you enough! I hope you will stay with me, because I have lots more stories inside, just waiting to be written!

  My Personal Assistant Barbara Martoncik and Business Assistant Myckel Anne Philliips, are the two women keep me going when I feel overwhelmed and I am so grateful for not only their assistance, but their friendship.

  Andrea Michelle of Artistry in Design has now created all of my covers and she is amazing at taking my vision and creating a reality. Eric McKinney, my photographer and his wonder models, grace my covers.

  Most importantly, thank you readers. You allow me into your home for a few hours as you disappear into my characters and you support me as I follow my indie author dreams.

  Chapter 1

  The blue sky peeked occasionally between the pillowy, white clouds as the large group gathered around the casket at the cemetery. Chad Fornelli stoically said his last goodbye to his longtime friend and former ATF bomb squad team member. Fuck, Adam, what the hell happened?

  The minister stepped up to the head of the casket and looked out on the gathering. He spoke of Adam, regaling them with his heroics, as well as his antics. Adam was known for both, and no one understood that better than his ATF buddies. The minister nodded toward Adam’s mother and stepdad, sitting in the front, pain etched upon their faces, calling Adam a dutiful and loving son. Adam’s mother leaned heavily on her husband, her hands clasped in his. Chad knew Adam’s biological father walked out on the family when Adam was young so he was raised by his mother alone. Several years ago, she found love again and Chad remembered Adam speaking respectfully of his mother’s husband. He remembered they were older, but they appeared much more so at the side of their son’s coffin.

  The minister then turned toward Danielle, Adam’s wife. Dani. Chad sat next to her, his large hand clasping her much smaller one. He glanced to the side, taking in her profile. Her wavy auburn hair was tamed into a sleek ponytail at the base of her neck instead of flowing wildly down her back. Dark circles underneath her green eyes accentuated her pale face. The slightest smattering of freckles across her nose drew his gaze. A dash of lipstick gave the only color to her features. She held a tissue in her free hand, but she appeared to have no tears left. Her eyes, slightly puffy, were dry.

  As the minister talked about Adam’s love for his wife, Chad wanted to put his arm around Dani and pull her in close. He wanted to tell her that her grief would not last forever. He wanted to assure her that he would help with anything that needed to be taken care of. He wanted to tell her…his biggest secret…and biggest regret.

  That even though she married my best friend…she was the only woman I’ve ever loved.

  Two hours later

  The mourners gathered at the local pub, closed to the public, for the wake. The crowd was subdued at first but became lively after a few beers were consumed, all knowing this was what Adam would have wanted. Chad held his beer, toying with the sweat droplets sliding down the sides. Smiling at friends, listening as they shared their stories and memories of Adam, his eyes continually searched for Dani. She spent time with her and Adam’s parents until they left to go back to their hotel. Now, even with her friends circling around, she still appeared as a lost waif in the middle of a crowd.

  She lifted her eyes to his and the familiar punch to the gut hit him. Those eyes…I wanted to look into those eyes every day for the rest of my life.


  She shifted her gaze to one of the women sitting next to her and Chad turned back to the bar. Seeing his reflection in the mirror behind the bartender, he allowed his mind to slip back in time once again…to the first time he saw her.

  I loved the ATF picnics. We’d gather at a local park, mingling around food-laden tables, playing volleyball in the sand pit, and enjoying the brilliant summer day. For the Explosives Enforcement Officers, it gave us a chance to blow off steam while enjoying the company of other ATF agents from different local offices.

  Jerking off my ATF t-shirt, I tossed it to the ground before jogging over to enter the volleyball game. I towered over many of the other guys with my height, but my agility surprised them. Laughing as I dove for a low ball, I collided with one of my best friends.

  “Fuck, man,” Adam Turner growled, pushing me off him. “Jesus, you’re like running into a goddamn freight train.”

  I stuck my hand out and Adam took it, allowing me to give him a pull to his feet. We grinned at each other, dusting off the sand before continuing the game. Twenty minutes later, we walked toward the food tables, the game successfully won by our team.

  Slapping me on the back, Adam said, “Well, look who’s at the table. If it’s not the hottest ATF investigator in the office.”

  My eyes swept across the tables and landed on the object of Adam’s proclamation. He’s not wrong…Dani is the prettiest—

  “I swear I gotta tap that.”

  “Come on, Adam, show some respect,” I growled, uncharacteristically irritated with my friend. “Not every woman is the kind to try to fuck over.”

  Throwing his hand over his heart, Adam pretended to be wounded. “I don’t fuck ’em over, bro. I just fuck ’em…and they always want to come back for more.”

  “You’re impossible, man,” I accused, my eyes still on the beautiful redhead. “She’s too damn good for you.”

  Hoping she would not fall for Adam’s cheesy pick-up lines, I walked over, keeping my gaze on her and watched her eyes shift between me and Adam. The three of us had met at an ATF training a few months ago, but I had no idea if she would remember me. It seemed she did. She turned her brilliant smile, complete with dimples, and green eyes toward me…and I was a goner.

  Over the next couple of months, we three forged a bond, spending many weekends drinking beer, watching bad movies, and eating pizza. Dani resisted Adam’s advances—it didn’t take her long to realize his womanizing ways. And after evenings of drinking, when Adam left to find his next ass to tap, she and I would sit and talk. But I never made a move…fear of losing their friendship always won out.

  One night, the three of us were sitting in Adam’s apartment and I looked up as Dani brought the re-filled chip and dip bowls back in. Setting them on the coffee table, she stepped over Adam’s feet and situated herself between us. Closer to me. Adam’s eyes were glued to the football game. Dani’s eyes were facing the TV but I noticed she would glance my way often. I was always hyper-aware of her. Where she was, what she was doing, what she wore…everything.

  “Damn quarterback,” Adam grumbled, standing up. “I’m losing money on this shit.” He walked out of the room, shouting about taking a piss before I heard the bathroom door slam.

  Alone, my awareness of Dani skyrocketed. The way her hair, pulled up in a messy bun, had tendrils falling about her face. The way her white tank top showed off her tan, as well as her breasts. Her jeans cupping her ass and how when she leaned forward to dip her chips, her heart-shaped ass looked even more amazing. Her pink painted toenails peeking out from the bottom of her jeans. Everything snagged and held my attention.

  As she leaned back, she twisted her head to gaze at me. Smiling, she shoulder-bumped me as she pressed her body into mine. “Hey, big guy. You’re kind of quiet. Whatcha thinking?”

  I wanted to say, “That I think about you all the time. That I’ve decided that for me, you’re it. You’re the one.” Gazing into her eyes, I believed she wanted me to say those words. Her wide green eyes pierced mine as her tongue darted out over her bottom lip, wetting its dryness. Leaning in, my mouth a whisper away from hers, I held her gaze, looking for any indication that she did not want this as much as me, and all I saw was acceptance…and desire. My lips barely brushed hers—

  “That was one fuckin’ long piss,” came the loud voice of Adam as he walked out of the bathroom.

  Dani and I jumped apart, our eyes darting around nervously. She shoved a chip into her mouth and I leaned back heavily on the sofa, hating the missed opportunity. But the almost-kiss was close and she wanted it, I was sure.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket and looking down to see who was calling, I recognized the number. Stepping out on the balcony to take the call in private, I re-entered the apartment a few minutes later, trying to mask my frustration.

  Adam’s eyes were once more glued to the game, but Dani’s sharp expression was pointed at me. Shaking my head, I offered a smile, but knew it didn’t reach my eyes.

  The good news was that my request to serve a six-month tour in Afghanistan as an ATF representative with a Special Forces unit had been approved and scheduled. I left in one month. The bad news, as my gaze stared at the beauty sitting on the sofa, was that we would be separated for six months. And that killed my desire to start a relationship now. But when I got back, I vowed, I would do everything possible to show her how I felt. Because I’d fallen. And fallen hard.

  “Hey,” a soft voice jerked him from his memories as a delicate hand touched his arm.

  Looking down, he smiled seeing Dani. “Hey back,” he said. His eyes roamed over her face. “How’re you holding up?”

  Lifting her shoulders in a little shrug, she replied, “Okay, I guess. It still doesn’t seem real.” Her gaze drifted over the crowd, hearing the laughter and comments about Adam, and she smiled. “He would have loved this.”

  Chuckling, Chad nodded. “Yeah, he would have. Forget the formalities—a wake in his favorite pub would be just what he wanted.” He peered at her for a moment, seeing the effects of the past several days written on her face. “Can you tell me any more about what happened? These guys,” he nodded toward several of Adam’s teammates, “told me some.”

  Grimacing, Dani replied, “I don’t know much more, Chad. The official story was that they were called to check out a suspicious house. Seems the neighbors had called the cops numerous times on the comings and goings. Even the ATF won’t give me too many details since it appears to be possible terrorist activity.” She tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear as she looked up into his face. “It seems the house was rigged much more so than anyone anticipated. And you know Adam…he was the first one in.”

  Chad did know Adam—fuckin’ fearless. But smart.

  “I can see the wheels turning,” Dani said, her eyes piercing his. “I haven’t heard anyone say he was careless.” She sighed, “They were just unprepared for the destruction.”

  Chad had read the report and understood the entire house was destroyed by the bomb that was set off. Peroxide based shit—unstable, easy to make, and fuckin’ destructive. In fact, the two houses next door suffered substantial damage as well. Several ATF team members were injured, but Adam was the only one killed. Why did you not send a robot in first, Adam? What was going through—

  “You know, we missed you,” Dani’s soft voice once more interrupted his churning thoughts.

  Guilt shot through him as he captured the questioning expression in her eyes and struggled with his reply. “I…I’m…oh fuck, Dani,” he struggled through his reply. “I’m sorry. Jesus, so fuckin’ sorry. It was…hard…when I got back and you guys had married.”

  The uncomfortable silence lay between them, making him feel miles away from her instead of just a few feet.

  Sighing deeply, she said, “Yeah.” She appeared as though she wanted to say more, but closed her mouth as she blinked hard, moisture pooling in her eyes. “You were always such a good friend…to both of us. I’m sure…t
he situation was difficult…um…if things could have been different, I—”

  Just then, the door to the bar slammed open as a tall, heavily made-up blonde walked in. While wearing all black, her attire could hardly be described as funeral appropriate. The dress was too short, the heels were too high. Chad did not know who she was—but he had a bad feeling. Dani stepped over a few feet, peeking around others in her way, to see who had arrived.

  “Oh fuck,” Chad whispered to no one in particular.

  “You can say that again,” one of the men standing next to him said. “Jesus, why would she come?”

  Looking at Adam’s current team member, he asked, “Who is she?”

  The man looked up at Adam, an incredulous expression on his face. “You used to work with Adam…you knew him. That’s his latest piece—”

  “Why the hell didn’t anyone tell me where Adam’s wake was?” the woman slurred, the effects of her previous drinking already showing.

  Chad’s eyes flew around, landing on Dani. Shit, fuck! Dani was approaching the woman, questioning in her eyes.

  “I’m Dani Turner, Adam’s wife.”

  The blonde teetered on her heels, her drink sloshing over the sides of the glass. “Wife? Wife? He never told me he had a wife!”

  The silence in the room rivaled any tomb. Every person’s eyes stayed riveted to the unfolding disaster playing out in front of them.

  Dani’s face hardened as she lifted her chin in defiance of what was coming. “This is a private wake. How did you know…my husband?”

  The blonde snorted, a poor attempt at a giggle and said, “He was my…well, my very intimate friend, if you get my drift.” The woman attempted a wink, but the effect fell short.

  Chad knew he needed to do something. Toss out the blonde. Rush over to Dani. Anything. Something. But like everyone else, he stood rooted to the floor. This was the reason he had stopped communicating with Adam. He had no respect for a man who could not keep it in his pants, and so could not bear to see Dani with Adam. Like a coward, he separated himself from them, thinking that would be easier.