The Duke of Ambra: Mercenaries of Fortune, #3
By Lyn Brittan
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Being a hero ain't easy...
When treasure hunter and covert agent Kent Avery finds a new partner in the mountains of Bhutan, he's not expecting love. Guns? Sure. Fist fights? No problem. But love? Well, that's the one danger this playboy isn't prepared for.
Lyn Brittan
Lyn grew up wanting to live like her heroes, James Bond and Indiana Jones. She wasn't totally successful and never had to shoot her way out of a hotel bedroom. She's still coming to terms with it. Awards and woot-woots include: USA Today Bestseller, 2013 and 2014 Galaxy Award Winner.
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About The Duke of Ambra
When treasure hunter Kent Avery gets partnered with Swedish military officer Elena Haaland to search for a stolen artifact in the mountains of Bhutan, he’s not expecting love. Guns? Sure. Fist fights? No problem. But love? Well, that’s the one danger this playboy isn’t prepared for.
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THE DUKE OF AMBRA
A Mercenaries of Fortune Novella
By
Lyn Brittan
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Chapter One
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Center of Operations: Castle Church
Leicester, Massachusetts
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Kent grabbed the coffee and winked at himself one last time in the rearview mirror before hopping out of his silver Jaguar XJ. He’d parked it at the end of the garage, the last in a line of a couple-dozen others just like it. Well...perhaps not just like it. All knights of Ambra had been given a choice in color. Somewhat. Silver or black. Their douchebag director wasn’t much for individuality.
Kent pushed the sunglasses to the top of his blond head as he opened the massive doors separating the parking garage from the clanging metal of the working garage.
From one end of this warehouse to another, knights of all ranks tricked out Jaguars with military-grade shocks and bullet-proof class. Over there in the corner, flecks of gold sparked the air as welders worked on upgrades to the two new Mil Mi-24 choppers purchased from former Russian agents.
Glori Storm looked up, swished her dark curls out of her face, and waved. Her mouth moved, but the screeching of metal and tool motors drowned out her words.
With his free hand, Kent pointed to his ear and shook his head.
Glori tapped her protruding belly, pointed to her grease stained-hand and the ridiculously huge rock on her wedding finger, then pushed an invisible shopping cart.
Eric’s shopping for baby gear? Kent didn’t bother hiding his laughter. The image of that mean bastard reduced to changing nappies was the only good part of his day so far. He shook his head, waved goodbye to Glori and entered the main part of the building. Morning, Kent. No flirting.
Who’s flirting?
He bowed before the single mahogany desk in the grand nave of the fortified church and the pursed-lipped woman behind it. Kent lifted Ava’s hand and brushed it across his lips. It earned him a playful smack across the cheek, and he stumbled away in mock horror.
Kent pulled a steaming cup of coffee from behind his back and plopped the peace offering on Ava’s desk between two of the many computer and security screens.
Ava’s blue painted fingernails drummed near her iPad. That’ll have to do.
She nodded to the coffee. Checkers is ready to see you now. Careful. She wants us to call her Kendall.
Christ, that’s weird to hear.
It is weird to say. Any word from the Dragon?
He didn’t answer. How should he respond? That the man who headed all this, his big brother, was still MIA? Instead, he shrugged and nodded toward the ceiling-to-floor length Caravaggio painting separating the nave from the transepts.
Ava didn’t belabor the point. Thanks for the coffee.
She pressed the button to reveal the hidden elevator behind the painting and waved him on.
Kent’s Santoni loafers clicked across the inlaid marble floor, echoing off the somber walls. The only other sounds were Ava’s fingernails clacking across her keyboard.
He typed in his code, the door closed, and the elevator rushed Kent down to the fortified keep. He got off on the office level, but walked past his own workspace and headed to the massive library from which his brother ran the organization. Instead of seeing the older, darker and slightly less-attractive version of himself, Kent saw the team’s fiery doctor, Checkers. She waved him in. And now, embarrassingly, it was his turn to ask if anyone had heard from the Dragon. So, uh, my brother, is he okay?
Of course. Hasn’t he called you?
Checkers’s face burned as red as her hair at his quick headshake. Never mind that. You know how he is. Mr. Protocol.
It didn’t make it easier. His brother—like their parents—always put work above people. But seriously, it takes a special kind of asshole to contact staff ahead of his own damned brother. Whatever. He ought to be used to it by now.
Kent attacked the awkward silence as he always did, with charm and minor deflection. The easiest target was her love life. So, my sweet, doctor, what’s going on with you and Anderson? I hear he’s mad he got passed over as commanding officer. That can’t make pillow talk easy.
None of your business.
Of course not. But for the record, this is what normal people call conversation.
As acting commander, I suggest we talk about the mission at hand. I’m emailing you the dossier now. Your assignment—
About Anderson. Doesn’t that make it weird when he’s pulling your hair out of that bun and dragging his tongue across your—
Shut up.
Or was that just a one-off thing? Because you came to me for love advice, and I gave it. From the look on your face that next morning—
Shut. Up.
Because I think you guys—
Checkers’s eyes narrowed behind her black glasses. Shut—
Yes?
Up. Don’t test me. It’ll take me two seconds to switch things up and give you Remington’s assignment in Antarctica.
The fuck’s in Antarctica? Sorry. Not my case.
He waved her away and reached for the phone in his pocket. Fingers sliding across the screen, he opened up Checkers’s message on the mission and plopped down into the chair. Bhutan, right? My brother sent me the basics.
Yes,
she answered with a relieved sigh. Here’s your credit card for this assignment, though you shouldn’t expect many ATMs outside major urban areas. Here are a few ngultrum.
Kent dropped his phone to collect the stack of brightly colored currency. Will this hold me throughout the assignment?
It should. Your partner will have money as well.
Partner? Is this a military operation?
Perhaps...we just don’t know.
So you don’t think I can handle an ops mission on my own? Or is this my brother’s doing? It’s been a long time since...that incident.
Checkers’s hand shot out, hovering over his leg. But instead of touching him, she coughed, pulled back and folded her hands over her knees. He nodded in understanding. Checkers couldn’t play Comforter in Chief anymore. As long as his brother was gone, she had to be their director. It couldn’t be easy corralling all of them.
I do trust you, Kent. So does your brother and everyone else. But Bhutan has different rules than most countries. One of Bhutan’s rules is that all visitors must register with a state tour guide. You simply cannot do this on your own. Plus, there aren’t any direct flights into or out of the country. This person can help. Your assignment is the Amber Room.
I know that much.
He’d researched it on the way over: a series of gold-leaf-backed amber panels that had been given as a gift to Russia’s Peter the Great from Prussia’s monarch, Frederick William I. The room had stayed in Saint Petersburg until World War II, when the Germans came in and wrecked the place. Panels included.
In 2003, the Germans and Russians got together to make a new Amber Room and officially proclaimed that original panels no longer existed.
But you think they’re lying?
I don’t know. No one knows, but the descendants of the last Romanov tsar—at least one wing of the family— never stopped looking. They’re willing to pay us several million dollars for its safe return.
And will it be safe with them?
Checkers sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. We’d keep it ourselves and add it to the vault if I didn’t think they could handle it. No, we give it back to the rightful heirs, collect the bounty, and move on. They’ve paid ransoms to different groups for decades, and they’re tired of being screwed. You’re going to find those panels, you and Elena.
Elena? Is she new? Something else my brother didn’t tell me.
She’s not a knight. Yet. Like I said, we needed someone on the inside. Your assignment is her placement test.
Got it. Is she hot?
Don’t start!
Chapter Two
Darjeeling, India
Elena toed the crack in the floor of the Bagdogra airport as she checked the flights on the damaged arrival screen for the billionth time. The man’s plane had just landed.
What would this Knight of Ambra be like?
She’d been told little about the organization. It had an ops branch and an intelligence wing, and she wondered where someone with the code-name Duke fit in. Almost certainly, he was very high up. Maybe he even oversaw both divisions. In which case, he’d be a genius and perhaps had earned several black belts too. More than likely, he was special ops, as she’d been before her accident.
Elena forced her hand away from her scarred face and squeezed some drops in her altitude-dried eye. She blinked rapidly and so had the screen, as it changed with updated information. The Duke’s plane was now de-boarding.
She eased over to the windows for a better view. Unlike most airports, this small regional one didn’t have aero-bridges. Each plane unloaded directly onto the tarmac. After wincing at her reflection in the smudged windowpane, she straightened her black t-shirt and pushed a chunk of her hair across the right side of her face.
Oh, get a