The 11th Hour is made up of men and women who are no longer
deemed fit to serve their country, but still need to fight a
war. They work in shadows, keep their secrets—and follow
their hearts . . .
Helicopter pilot Kellan Blake has always hated being told
what to do, so being discharged from the army for
insubordination doesn't come as much of a surprise. What
does surprise him is that when he joins up with the elite,
underground 11th Hour squad instead, they send him straight
home. The nest of vipers that calls itself his family is the
next target for the team’s tech unit, so he’ll either have
to brave their traps and deceptions himself—or watch his
sweet, shy friend Sabrina walk into them alone . . .
Sabrina’s no femme fatale, but since there's no one else
with the tech skills to get the info they need, she’ll put
on a party dress and take one for the team. But whoever
decided she should pretend to be Kellan’s new fiancée hit a
little too close to home. How can she concentrate on a
dangerous mission when she's worried about giving away what
she really feels for her loyal, passionate, smoking hot
partner? At least she isn’t likely to blow their cover.
Until she’s in the line of fire, and neither Kellan's demons
nor his heart are hers to tame . . .