Lindsay McKenna | BREAKING POINT now here!

So excited that BREAKING POINT was released yesterday. It's the next in the Shadow series.

In the line of fire...

Operation Shadow Warriors

An ongoing U.S. military experiment to test the integration of trained female military operatives in live combat scenarios....

The Alpha Platoon. A unit of the Navy SEALs stationed in the unforgiving dryness of Afghanistan...who just learned that their newest team member is a woman. But Bay Thorn has a spine of steel--and the chops to prove it. Without a team to back her up, however, she's dead in the water. And her only ally is Gabe Griffin, a lone SEAL who is lethal, dangerous and unbearably attractive...

Between the open hostility from her team and the harsh Al Qaeda territory, Gave is a lifeline for Bay. But mutual respect quickly grows into mutual attraction. And with each day and every assignment, the longing only deepens.

They mustn't speak of it. Mustn't act on it. Because in this line of work, falling in love can get you killed...

What they're saying about BREAKING POINT

"Readers will find this addition to the Shadow Warriors series full of intensity and action-packed romance. There is great chemistry between the characters and tremendous realism, making Breaking Point a great read." —RT Book Reviews 4 stars

"The combat action is heart stopping with new threats and peril waiting around every crag and boulder, leaving barely time to breathe right up to the happily ever after." —Sandra Van Winkle, ReadertoReader.com

"Oh my, I just wanna curl up with Gabe. He is hot, and sensitive, and smart, and sexy, and just a big bag of awesome. Baylee-Ann ain't no slouch either. She is smart and well as sexy. There was so much romance in this story that you don't realize that you've read almost the whole book before they have sex. This story has a great HEA with no cliffhanger, but I want to read the second half of their story now and not wait until July for Never Surrender." —Jennifer, GoodReads

Read An Excerpt

"Time for your trial by fire," SEAL Chief Hampton said, gesturing for Baylee-Ann Thorn to follow him out of Operations. Hampton had met her CH-47 helo from Bagram Air Base. As he walked with her from Ops toward the SEAL compound, he told her how it was always below freezing in the morning despite its being a day in June in Afghanistan.

Bay tried to quell her nervousness. They traversed deeply rutted Humvee tracks outside Operations. Camp Bravo, an FOB, forward operating base, was thirty miles from the Pak, Pakistan border. It housed all types of black ops groups. Hampton led them toward a small concrete one-story building located near the edge of the CIA and black ops complex.

The Afghan sun was rising above the sharp, high peaks of the Hindu Kush Mountains. Bay was glad for the desert cammies and her soft cap since it was so cold. She removed her wraparound sunglasses as the chief of Alpha Platoon pushed open the door for her. Bay took a deep, steadying breath, feeling as if she were about to walk into a firefight.

Inside, she halted, unsure where to go. Looking to her left, she noticed seven SEAL shooters sitting and talking among themselves. They looked as if they'd just finished a patrol, sweaty, dusty and tired-looking. She felt exactly like them, flying out of Iraq and leaving her Special Forces, a team stationed near Baghdad, for this outpost.

"Follow me," Hampton said, giving her a smile of encouragement.

Bay felt slightly better, ignoring her exhaustion and following the tall, wiry Navy chief to the front of the large room. As soon as Hampton arrived, all talking stopped and the seven SEALs sat alert and focused. There were large wooden plyboard tables pushed off to one side. To her, they looked like planning or mission tables where the black ops SEAL team would plan their patrols. The SEALs sat on a few wooden bleachers at the other end of the room.

The room quieted as three Navy SEAL officers, who ran the platoon, entered the area from another doorway. Bay stood off to one side with Hampton as Lieutenant Paul Brafford, the OIC, Officer in Command, strolled up to the center. Every man in the room wore a beard in order to fit into the Muslim culture. Two other officers followed him into the silent room.

"Gentlemen, two days ago we lost Steve, our 18 Delta combat medic and sniper." His voice turned heavy. "It's a loss we didn't want to see happen, and I know we're all upset about it." He sat down on a four-legged stool, hooking the heel of his combat boot on a lower rung. "What I'm about to tell you is top secret. And Chief Hampton is going to be passing around a paper that you will sign, ensuring that this will be kept that way."

There was a murmur among the shooters, who collectively looked at the woman standing beside their chief. They rested their safed rifles, muzzle down, across their legs or chest.

Brafford said, "Unbeknownst to us, there has been an ongoing initiative called Operation Shadow Warriors. It is an experiment created by the Joint Chiefs of Staff to see if women, who are adequately trained for combat, can be successful under combat conditions. This operation has been ongoing for three years now, in Iraq and Afghanistan. You will read and agree to what you're signing. Basically, it says you won't ever speak a word about having a woman assigned to our platoon."

Bay saw the collective shock on the SEALs' faces. Chief Hampton passed the papers among them. Bay was interested in how the SEALs operated. There were three SEALs on the first bench, three on the second bench. On the last bench near the rear bulkhead or wall sat one lone SEAL. She was good at interpreting facial expressions and body language. Bay noticed the anger and disgust in the faces on the first bench of SEALs. They wanted nothing to do with her. The second bench of SEALs looked surprised. Bay saw something else in the expression of the SEAL who sat by himself. Interest. Curiosity. No judgment. At least, not yet.

Bay felt her skin prickle as the lone SEAL's green eyes narrowed speculatively, assessing her. He had a square face, strong chin, wide-set eyes and was deeply tanned from being out in the elements. His black hair was dusty, longish and reminded Bay of a raven's wing. He was tall and she felt coiled energy around him. His right hand rested relaxed across the rail system on top of his M-4 rifle. Even though he appeared to be at rest, Bay noted the tension in his broad shoulders. There was nothing casual about this shooter.

Bay was used to relying on her intuition, which was finely honed by her years of living in the Allegheny Mountains with her hill family. This man was lethal in ways she couldn't imagine. Yes, SEALs, as she understood them, were at the tip of the black ops spear. They went out on patrol or a direct action mission and moved into harm's way. SEALs were intent on taking out HVTs, high-value targets. Bullets were going to fly when they entered the picture. Still, there was something about the lone SEAL that touched Bay's fast-beating heart. If she hadn't been so tired and stressed at being thrown into this awkward and unexpected situation, she might have picked up more about him.

"Okay, gentlemen," Brafford said, "you've read it. Now sign your life away so we can move on."