Spotlight & Giveaway: Dangerous by Lindsay McKenna

Posted May 14th, 2018 by in Blog, Spotlight / 27 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Lindsay McKenna to HJ!
Spotlight&Giveaway

Hi Lindsay and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Dangerous!

 
Hi Sara! Great to be back! Thank you for having me!
 

Please summarize the book a la Twitter style for the readers here:

Sloan Kennedy, Army Special Forces knew a relationship with Dan Malloy, a Night Stalker helicopter pilot, was out of the question. But she fell in love with him any way. One bad mission, injuries, forced them to go their separate ways. Four years later, Sloan works for Delos Charities and is a body guard for one of their pilots in Sudan, Africa. None other than Dan Malloy. Sometimes it is more dangerous to try and love someone who walked away from you than facing a firefight….
 

Please share the opening lines of this book:

What the hell! Dan Malloy groaned in his sleep, his body covered in perspiration, the bedsheets twisted and caught between his lower legs. His breath came hard and fast. It felt as if his heart was going to rip out of his chest, the pounding so loud that it sounded like kettle drums pulsing in his ears. He heard the blades of the MH-47 Night Stalker he was flying. Heard the calm voice of his copilot, Lieutenant Andy Gantry, talking to the Special Forces A team hidden nearby in the inky darkness on a rocky slope in the Hindu Kush mountains. They had been out for nearly three weeks hunting HVTs, high-value targets.

 

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

Getting to delve into the Night Stalker squadron, a black ops Army helo group, was educational. But then again, I love doing research. And these guys and gals who are Night Stalkers are REAL HEROES every time they fly into the face of danger.

 

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

They are both black ops. Sloan is a ground pounding Special Forces A team sergeant, a medic. And Dan Malloy does no less dangerous work as a Night Stalker pilot. The stakes are high, they are risk takers and live on adrenaline. And they have a high sex drive to go with it. They both know that in less than 24-hours, they can die. And they want to live, finding comfort and great sex with one another. As Sloan says, “At least I’ll die happy,” after a lusty night with Dan. He agrees.
 

Using just 5 words, how would you describe Hero and Heroine’s love affair?

Obsessive, hot, untamed, need, fear.
 

The First Kiss…

That mouth of his sent a frisson of fire zigzagging through her and she tightened her thighs in response. She loved the way he used to kiss her.

 

Without revealing too much, what is your favorite scene in the book?

The winds were erratic, trying to toss the bird around. Dan’s Nomex gloves were soaked as he gripped the cyclic and collective, his booted feet playing lightly on the rudders, trying to bring the helo in and not crash it.
His teeth ached, he was clenching them so tightly, his entire focus oriented to the green dials in front of him, trying to land safely to pick up the twelve-member team. The weather was stormy and quixotic, trying to throw Dan off course. Below, through his NVGs, he saw the chem lights tossed out by the A team to show him where to land. Sweat trickled down his temples. His nostrils flared as he smelled the kerosene used to power the MH-47. His only focus was landing this damned thing. Lightning flashed, blinding him momentarily.
Shit! Blinking, Dan halted his descent, trying to give his eyes time to adjust.
He knew that Taliban often camped for the night in nearby wadis that ran vertically up and down the rugged slopes of these mountains—and there was one within a thousand feet from where he needed to land. Dan wished for an Apache escort and an overhead drone right about now, but none had been available. A drone had infrared capability and would have been able to pick up the heat signature of anyone hiding nearby. The MH-47 had that same capability, but that instrument went belly up halfway to their assigned LZ, landing zone. Now, they were blind, and it bothered the hell out of him.
Dan mentally cursed, knowing that the inclement weather conditions would have torn the drone apart with the sixty-mile-an-hour wind gusts pummeling his helo, throwing it off course from landing, again and again. The storm was racing directly down at them—and it was a violent son-of-a-bitch. But Night Stalker pilots, the cream of Army aviation, were expected to fly through all weather conditions to pick up a black-ops group. These were brave men and women who got the job done, despite the challenges and potential life-and-death of their assigned mission.
His eyesight came back, and he began to breathe again, nudging his helo forward toward the landing zone once more. In the back of his mind, he knew if Taliban were camped in that nearby wadi that they could throw an RPG and AK-47 bullets at his bird. They would aim for the rotor assembly to stop the blades from turning. The MH-47 had two rotors, and one sat up near the pilot’s cabin, the other was near the rear of the helicopter. If either were hit by a bullet, they’d crash–and they’d all die.
Son-of-a-bitch. He’d been on hellacious missions before, but this one took the cake in his many years of experience. Thunderstorms would pop up at the most unexpected times simply because these dragon-toothed mountains made their own weather. Right now, he was at nine-thousand feet on a steep scree slope. The A team had found the levelest spot for them to land, but it was not level at all. They’d done the best they could, being hotly pursued by Taliban. Landing on a slope was perilous. It was possible, but with a thunderstorm looming over them, and the possibility of tangos in that nearby wadi, Dan knew they were trapped between a rock and a hard place. His chief gunner had the ramp down and was sitting behind the fifty-caliber machine gun, looking for the enemy.

 

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would be absolutely crucial to include?

Dan heard the A-team leader screaming at him to egress. Groggy, he barely lifted his eyelids, his NVGs still in place. He saw several members of the team sprinting toward the wounded helicopter. They were screwed. This bird wasn’t going to ever get off the ground again. More noise, screams, and orders, filtered through his semi-conscious state. Trying to unsnap the harness, he found his wounded right arm wouldn’t work. Pain raced up the limb as he fumbled with the clip, trying to get it to release. The smell of fuel was everywhere. The blades were slowing down, the engines off. But he hadn’t been able to reach the fuel bladders to shut off the fuel to the engines. Shit. Kerosene was leaking into the helicopter now, the smell making him nauseated. One bullet…one bullet could blow this thing up, and they’d become an instant fireball.
He tried weakly to escape, but couldn’t. Movement in the cockpit in the black darkness. Dan felt more than saw two A-team members squeezing into the cockpit area. His brain wouldn’t work. He tried to tell them Andy was wounded, but all that came out was a grunt. The pain was so bad that he felt faint from it. Someone leaned over him, instantly releasing the buckle, the harness opening. Whoever it was, quickly helped him get rid of the nylon straps and he was being hauled out of his seat and into the area behind the cockpit.
Dan heard things. A woman’s voice? He knew that voice! It was Sloan Kennedy. What the hell? And then, someone jerked the cord from his helmet out of the ICS, and he heard nothing more. Bullets were snapping and flying all around them. The helmet protected Dan’s ears up to a point; all sounds were muffled. He couldn’t make out what was being said by the two soldiers who were dragging his sorry ass out of that helo, trying to save his life. And then, Dan lost consciousness because his wounded arm slammed into the opened door, the agony arcing upward, swallowing him whole.
Dan jerked into an upright position on his soaked bed, breathing in ragged, harsh gasps. He pushed his shaking fingers through his short black hair. Moonlight filtered through his second-story apartment. A commercial jet was taking off from the airport nearby, the sound of the engines vibrating through the thin glass of the open window near his bed.

 

Readers should read this book …

High octane battle scenes, powerful yearning for one another despite their fractured past, each afraid to want, but they do. Will they be able to overcome their first relationship, start over and not make the same mistakes again? It comes down to trust.

 

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

The sequel to DANGEROUS is REDEMPTION, a novella, and it comes out June 9, 2018. It’s on pre-order right now. On 8.28.18, WIND RIVER LAWMAN, Book 6, Wind River Valley series, KENSINGTON, Ebook/paperback/audio – Recorded Books. Sheriff Sarah Carter and Deputy Sheriff Dawson Callaway, is next. I’m busy ;-).

 

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

 

Giveaway: Paperback of DANGEROUS, autographed by the author. USA only

 

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Excerpt from Dangerous:

DANGEROUS by Lindsay McKenna
Book 10, Delos Series
Release: 5.14.18
Pre-order now!!!!

EXCERPT from Chapter 1

What the hell! Dan Malloy groaned in his sleep, his body covered in perspiration, the bedsheets twisted and caught between his lower legs. His breath came hard and fast. It felt as if his heart was going to rip out of his chest, the pounding so loud that it sounded like kettle drums pulsing in his ears. He heard the blades of the MH-47 Night Stalker he was flying. Heard the calm voice of his copilot, Lieutenant Andy Gantry, talking to the Special Forces A team hidden nearby in the inky darkness on a rocky slope in the Hindu Kush mountains. They had been out for nearly three weeks hunting HVTs, high-value targets.
The winds were erratic, trying to toss the bird around. His Nomex gloves were soaked as he gripped the cyclic and collective, his booted feet playing lightly on the rudders, trying to bring the helo in and not crash it.
His teeth ached, he was clenching them so tightly, his entire focus oriented to the green dials in front of him, trying to land safely to pick up the twelve-member team. The weather was stormy and quixotic, trying to throw Dan off course. Below, through his NVGs, he saw the chem lights tossed out by the A team to show him where to land. Sweat trickled down his temples. His nostrils flared as he smelled the kerosene used to power the MH-47. His only focus was landing this damned thing. Lightning flashed, blinding him momentarily.
Shit! Blinking, Dan halted his descent, trying to give his eyes time to adjust.
He knew that Taliban often camped for the night in nearby wadis that ran vertically up and down the rugged slopes of these mountains—and there was one within a thousand feet from where he needed to land. Dan wished for an Apache escort and an overhead drone right about now, but none had been available. A drone had infrared capability and would have been able to pick up the heat signature of anyone hiding nearby. The MH-47 had that same capability, but that instrument went belly up halfway to their assigned LZ, landing zone. Now, they were blind, and it bothered the hell out of him.
Dan mentally cursed, knowing that the inclement weather conditions would have torn the drone apart with the sixty-mile-an-hour wind gusts pummeling his helo, throwing it off course from landing, again and again. The storm was racing directly down at them—and it was a violent son-of-a-bitch. But Night Stalker pilots, the cream of Army aviation, were expected to fly through all weather conditions to pick up a black-ops group. These were brave men and women who got the job done, despite the challenges and potential life-and-death of their assigned mission.
His eyesight came back, and he began to breathe again, nudging his helo forward toward the landing zone once more. In the back of his mind, he knew if Taliban were camped in that nearby wadi that they could throw an RPG and AK-47 bullets at his bird. They would aim for the rotor assembly to stop the blades from turning. The MH-47 had two rotors, and one sat up near the pilot’s cabin, the other was near the rear of the helicopter. If either were hit by a bullet, they’d crash–and they’d all die.
Son-of-a-bitch. He’d been on hellacious missions before, but this one took the cake in his many years of experience. Thunderstorms would pop up at the most unexpected times simply because these dragon-toothed mountains made their own weather. Right now, he was at nine-thousand feet on a steep scree slope. The A team had found the levelest spot for them to land, but it was not level at all. They’d done the best they could, being hotly pursued by Taliban. Landing on a slope was perilous. It was possible, but with a thunderstorm looming over them, and the possibility of tangos in that nearby wadi, Dan knew they were trapped between a rock and a hard place. His chief gunner had the ramp down and was sitting behind the fifty-caliber machine gun, looking for the enemy.
Andy’s calm voice continued to give him directions and elevation. There was so much that could go wrong. His body was so tense Dan thought he might snap in half. His fingers ached, the perspiration making them slippery.
Come on…come on…
He focused again on the chem lights, tiny green dots on the black skin of the mountain slope. The wind gusts were powerful, and the bird shuddered violently. The engines changed and deepened, Andy played with the throttles between their seats, trying to give Dan the power he needed to neutralize the gusts.
Everything slowed down to movie frames for Dan as he eased his reluctant helo forward. Closer and closer, he inched the thumping, vibrating beast toward the LZ. Just let me get to it. Let me land without incident. His ears were keyed to the sound of the engines. The adrenaline raced through his bloodstream, heightening his clarity, making him aware of all sounds, smells, and sensations until his whole world became his senses. It gave him an edge. It allowed his hands to make the subtle moves on the instruments to get the bird on hard ground.
“Over LZ,” Andy reported calmly. “Ten feet…nine feet…eight feet…”
He couldn’t just swiftly plop the helicopter down. No, it had to go carefully, or he’d get into hover-out-of-ground effect, which meant the invisible cushion of air that the helo rode on, was suddenly gone. If that happened, the MH-47 would drop like a rock out of the sky.
“…seven feet…”
God, let me get this bird down. Let me get it down safely.
His hands ached, feeling like a raptor’s claws frozen around the instruments as he prayed to keep that cushion of air between them and the uneven, rugged ground. Sweat stung his eyes, and he blinked furiously, trying to clear his vision.
“…six feet…”
“…five feet…”
“…three feet…”
Dan felt the tires touch the slope.
At the same moment the bird touched down, a seventy-mile-an-hour gust slammed into the helicopter. Instantly, Dan felt the cant to his right, getting knocked over. His feet and hands acted in a blurred dance as he lifted the bird into the air, leaping skyward, trying to stop the blades from churning into the slope, shattering them into hundreds of razor-like pieces. He had no choice but to turn the helo, so the cockpit faced that wadi as he tried to grab ascending air coming up the slope to give him a lift instead of crashing.
Suddenly, the Plexiglas across the cockpit exploded inward. Thousands of small fragments rained down around Dan. He heard Andy give a squawk of surprise.
They were being attacked!
More bullets poured into the cockpit, singing past his helmet. He heard Andy scream. Heard sudden orders being roared to him by the A team on the ground.
And then, the fifty-caliber machine gun blasted through the darkened interior of the bird, hammering like pulses against Dan.
He took a huge risk, dropping the bird six feet. The helo slammed into the ground.
Dan groaned, the harness biting deeply into his shoulders as it hit the rocks. He saw the A team hidden nearby, firing their rifles in the direction of the wadi where the Taliban were attacking. He wanted to curse. There was no time!
The bird bounced up into the air. Dan used every skill he had to control the helicopter’s wobbling hop off the slope. Somehow—God only knew how—he got it back down on the earth, but it wasn’t where he was supposed to land.
More bullets snapped furiously through the cockpit.
Dan felt his right arm, the one holding the cyclic between his legs, go numb. When he tried to move it, there was no response. He felt warm blood pouring down his arm. Tried to force his limb to work. The helo was being brutally hammered with AK-47 fire.
Dan yelled at his two crewmen to egress. He swiftly shut down the engines, seeing Andy slumped to his left, his helmeted head resting on his chest, the harness still holding him in the seat. He needed to escape with Andy.
Suddenly, the whole night lit up with an RPG being fired. It missed the MH-47 by six feet, but the wall of fire raced toward the opened cockpit. Rocks sailed like missiles through the broken Plexiglas, striking Dan.
One moment, he was conscious. The next, his helmet was struck hard, snapping back his head against the seat, the force of it stunning him into semi-consciousness.

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Book Info:

Sloan Kennedy once risked her heart on a torrid affair with Dan Malloy at Bagram in Afghanistan. Sloan fell hard for the Night Stalker combat pilot, but things changed after a rescue mission they worked on went horribly wrong. Dan walked away from the mission with his life, but his soul and career were in tatters after the death of his co-pilot and friend. He knew he had nothing left to give Sloan, so he did the only honorable thing he could-he left.

Four years later, Dan is shocked to find himself face to face with the beautiful Sloan, now working for Artemis Security-and assigned as his bodyguard on his new mission. Dan isn’t happy about having Sloan around-she is a distraction and a reminder of the life he left behind. But fate has other plan for the stubborn pair. Can they find each other again, or will Dan’s past demons once again destroy his chance for happiness?
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Meet the Author:

A U.S. Navy veteran, Lindsay McKenna was a meteorologist while serving her country. A pioneer of the military romance genre in 1993 with Captive of Fate. Her heart and focus is on honoring our military men and women. Creator of the Wind River Valley Series for Kensington Books, she writes emotionally and romantically intense suspense stories. She is also the creator of the DELOS Series, a family saga/series that is romantic suspense. Visit her online at her website for monthly newsletter, contest, and so much more www.lindsaymckenna.com.
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27 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Dangerous by Lindsay McKenna”

  1. sejoc1968

    I haven’t ever loved and lost then ended back with that guy later. Loved and lost. Sure. My Dad and Step-mother are this scenario. They were highschool sweethearts. They went off to college and ended up marrying other people. My father was married to my mother for about 20 years and had 6 kids. My step-mother had 1 child and I’m not sure how long they were married. My father and step-mother had seen each other at a high school reunion shortly prior to my mother and father splitting up. Shortly after my parents divorce my father and step-mother started dating. They have now been married for 38 years. He’ll be 81 this year and she’ll be 79. I’m actually very thankful that my Daddy and step-mother got back together. My youngest sister and I ended up living with my Daddy and step-mother and we ended up living in a small Texas town that I loved and I still call home. I was in 7th grade when they married and hated going to school in Amarillo, Texas.

    I have never read one of your books and would love the opportunity to read this one. I’ve never read a book like this one but I’m a virtual newbie to the reading world. I just started reading again in late 2016 after decades of not reading. A giveaway is an awesome way to find a new author to add to my go to authors list.

  2. laurieg72l

    I dated a young man my Sophomore year of HS and most of my Junior year. He dumped me. He didn’t even have the courtesy to tell me to my face. He started dating a Freshman. I saw them walking together and classmates starting asking me about the breakup. After we graduated from HS, he tried to get me to start dating him again at our HS graduation all night party. I said no way! I was off to college in the fall and wanted nothing to do with the loser. I have no idea whatever happened to him.

  3. Robin Thompson

    I’ve been married for 33 yrs. and if he disappeared and then returned, he better have a damn good excuse 🙂

  4. Barbara Bates

    Never happened to me. Met my husband when I was 16. We will be married 47yrs in August!

  5. erinf1

    nope and nope 🙂 Once I’ve ended a relationship, it’s splitsville express! Thanks for sharing!

  6. Katrina Dehart

    Yes. But, when we ran into each other again, we were both married. We remain friends for now

  7. Patricia Barraclough

    I have been very lucky. The only person I have ever loved became my husband shortly after we re-met 7 years after high school where we did not date. 46 years later we are still together and still happy.

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