Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Romance #Suspense: THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL, Maximum Security Book 3 by Kat Martin

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Maximum Security Book 3


When investigative journalist Jessie Kegan’s father, a colonel in the army, is accused of treason, Jessie is determined to clear his name.  Reluctantly, she turns to former Special Ops soldier, Brandon Garrett, her late brother’s best friend–a true heartbreaker, according to her brother.

With danger coming from every angle, time is running out and the game being played is deadly. Working together, Bran and Jessie must risk everything to solve the riddle and confront the threat–before it’s too late.

Maximum Security Book 3


“Who hired you and Digger to kill Jessie Kegan?”

Petrov shook his head.  “We didn’t have to kill her.  We just had to convince her to quit sticking her nose into other people’s business.”

“And if you couldn’t convince her?”

Petrov shrugged his thick shoulders.  “Then we’d have to do something that would.”  He was built like a bull, and with that pale, scraggly beard, he was ugly.

“What?  Like make her dead?” Bran pressed.

Petrov didn’t answer, just gave another shrug as if killing her was no big deal.  Jessie shivered.  She gasped when Bran drew back his fist and punched Petrov hard in the face, sending a spray of blood into the air and his body flying backward into the dirt.

“Bran, stop!”  Jessie grabbed his bicep, which was bunched hard as steel, ready to deliver another brutal blow.

He shook his head, fighting for control.  “He’s lucky I don’t kill him.”  Instead, he jerked Petrov upright.  “I need a name.  Who hired you?”

Petrov spit out a wad of blood.  “Weaver.  That’s his name.  Just Weaver.”

“How do I find him?”

More blood trickled from Petrov’s nose.  The way it was swelling, by tomorrow, both eyes would be black.

“I don’t know.  He phones us on a burner, tells us what he needs, we call him back after the job’s done.  Weaver tells us where to pick up our money.  That’s the way it works.”

Bran swore foully.  “What’s going to happen when Weaver finds out you didn’t finish the job?”

Petrov grimaced.  “He ain’t gonna like it, that’s for sure.”

“Then I’d strongly suggest the first chance you get, you and your buddy leave town.  I’ve got friends on the base.   I’ll be texting them your photos.  You don’t leave, I’ll know and you’ll be dealing with me instead of your buddy, Weaver.  You won’t have a second chance to walk away.”

Petrov stared up at him.  Jessie knew Bran was talking about soldiers in the 10th Special Forces stationed at Fort Carson, where he had friends.

“You understand what I’m saying?”

Petrov swallowed and nodded.

Bran turned to Jessie.  “Time to go.”

“What about them?  We can’t just leave them out here.  They could die of exposure.”

“We’ll call the sheriff once we’re on the road.”

“I thought you were letting us go,” Petrov complained.

“You’re lucky your still alive.”  Bran closed Jessie’s car door, rounded the hood, and slid in behind the wheel.

“Maybe we should call the MPs instead of the sheriff,” she suggested as the engine roared to life.  “Since it involves a CID investigation.”

Bran shook his head.  “These guys aren’t active duty, plus we don’t know who we can trust on the base.”

Unfortunately, that was true.  Her dad had been murdered on the base.  The military was somehow involved.

As soon as the SUV reached the highway, Bran called 9-1-1 and anonymously reported that two men had assaulted him and were now tied up in an empty field.  He gave the location using GPS coordinates.

“Sheriff will be there in ten,” he said, ending the call.  “We need to be long gone by then.”  He punched the gas and the Expedition picked up speed, heading back to Colorado Springs, forty miles away, and their motel.

“What will the sheriff do to them?” Jessie asked.

“For starters, they’re probably driving with a stolen license plate.  There’s also a good chance there’ll be warrants out for them.  Guys like that…could be anything from a speeding ticket to a felony.  Might get them locked up for a while.”

There were few cars on the back road Bran was driving toward town.  The wind had picked up, blowing dust and dry leaves into the air.  The night was dead black, no moon no stars.  Jessie shivered, though it was warm in the SUV.

She thought of the men who’d come after them.  “Once they’re released, do you think they’ll actually leave town?”

“I’d say chances are better than good.  Men like that go after the easy money.”  He cast her glance that held a trace of arrogance.  “Turned out getting to you wasn’t as easy as they thought.”

She almost smiled.  No, not nearly as easy with Bran Garrett acting as her bodyguard.

“I’ll text those photos to a couple of SF guys I know, have them spread the word to their buddies, keep a lookout, give me a heads-up if anyone spots them.”

She nodded.  At least they might get some kind of warning if the two men stayed in the area.

Silence began to stretch between them.  Neither of them spoke until town drew near and Bran’s gaze slid back to her.

“You okay?”

Was she okay?  Men had been hired to stop her–one way or another–from finding out what had happened to the stolen munitions and clearing her father’s name.  Since she had no intention of quitting, no, she wasn’t okay.  But she didn’t say that.

“I will be.  Once we clear my father’s name.”

“Be smarter to quit before things get worse.”

“You think they will?”

“Good chance they will.”

She fixed him with a stare.  “You sticking?”

His mouth faintly curved.  “If you are.”

As Jessie settled back in the seat, she found herself smiling.  “Glad that’s settled.”

Bran just shook his head.  “Well, you sure as hell aren’t boring.”  He flashed one of his devastating grins.  “Can’t remember when I’ve had a better time with a lady.”

Jessie scoffed.  “Not counting sex,” she said dryly.

His look turned scorching the instant before he glanced away.  “Yeah,” he said.  “Not counting sex.”

Jessie’s whole body went warm, and in that moment she made a decision.

She decided she was going to seduce him.

Meet Author Kat Martin…

Bestselling author Kat Martin, a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara, currently resides in Missoula, Montana with Western-author husband, L. J. Martin.  More than seventeen million copies of Kat’s books are in print, and she has been published in twenty foreign countries.  Fifteen of her recent novels have taken top-ten spots on the New York Times Bestseller List, and her novel, BEYOND REASON, was recently optioned for a feature film.  Kat’s latest novel, THE ULTIMATE  BETRAYAL, a Romantic Thriller, was released in paperback December 29th.


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5 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Romance #Suspense: THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL, Maximum Security Book 3 by Kat Martin”

  1. Book sounds intriguing. Would love to read and review it in print format.
    By the way, I clicked on your monthly contest link but it says to come back in a couple of weeks. Isn’t contest up yet? Please let me know when contest is up so I can enter.

  2. Congratulations on your new release! Your book sounds very intriguing and the cover looks very intriguing also. Thank you for sharing about it, I loved the excerpt. May you have a Great week and stay safe.

  3. Good morning, Kat, and welcome back to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. As usual, I’m intrigued by your excerpt and can’t wait to read the book. Thanks for sharing it with us today!

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