His Hail Mary

By Delta Monroe

Embark on the journey of a lifetime as this amazing group of men overcome unfathomable odds to save the women they love from an international kidnapping ring!

Kason Farrell's sister was abducted during a family vacation in Ireland when he was 10. His entire life he has done everything in his power to not only find the people responsible for taking his sister, but to make sure he was always able to protect the women in his life.

That day so long ago has always haunted Kase, in some ways it has pushed him to succeed, to never fail again, but in other ways caused him to because he has never let go of the guilt of not being able to save his sister so many years ago. Channel Rudd is one of those fails. She was his college roommate that through a set of bizarre circumstances, they ended up married right before Kase was drafted by the NFL. Chan was fine with the arrangement until lately...now she wants more, and if he's not willing to give her a real marriage then she thinks she may know someone who just might, but she'll do it right. She's not a cheater, so divorce papers are served and THAT gets Kase's attention. Now he's determined to repair their marriage and show her how much she means to him in every way possible!

Just as Kase and Chan start working out all of their problems and appear to have everything on the mend their whole world is ripped apart. Kase is once again faced with the monsters from his past. Will he be able to save his wife this time or will he lose her like he did his sister? Sometimes even the fastest and strongest amongst us have a weakness, so ask yourself this, would you continue to love others if they were your weakness and they were constantly being taken from you? What if you had to chose between loved ones, would you be able to pick?

Kase and Chan's chemistry is off the charts, but can they overcome all the obstacles that continue to be thrown in their paths as a team? Do they have what it takes to be each other's 'forever'? You will also get an opportunity to meet a few of the characters in the upcoming books. His Hail Mary is full of passion, suspense, and mystery, you will never see the end coming so don't read ahead!

This is a fast paced story of approximately 55,000 words told from dual POV. The second part, Hear My Prayer is due out in February 2016, it will complete the story of Kason and Channel but will begin the romance between Nicoli and Tessa! Visit www.deltamonroebooks.com for updates!

This book is for mature audiences (18+).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Delta Monroe
• Release date: Sep 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311136299

Delta Monroe

I am a married mother of two teenage boys / men and two fur-babies who coach me through my lazy days and convince me constantly not to throw the printer. (If you've read anything I've ever commented on, the printer hates me.)I recently left upper management in corporate American to pursue my dream of writing books, something I've wanted to do for years, and to stay home with my boys before they are grown and gone.I am loving what I do for the first time in years, everyday I can't wait to get started, the stories are screaming to get out and desperately want to be heard. I hope people enjoy my stories enough to tell others, that is my most sincerest hope and desire.

Book preview

‘Her’ – Freedom Begins

Romans 6:14

"Sin is no longer your master….

Instead you live under the freedom

Of God’s grace."

The ride to the airport had been surreal, almost like an out of body experience. I could almost feel myself floating above my body, looking down, seeing everything through a stranger’s eyes. This couldn’t be me. This was a trap. There was no way this could ever happen. Then we boarded the plane.

Hope began to burn within me.

Otto’s painful grip welcome, familiar. A known, heartbreaking. It’s reaffirmation that despite what Master said, it was sadly a lie. I was going somewhere awful again. It doesn’t matter how I’m delivered, I’d long since become numb to the jets, Bentley’s and designer clothes. Gold gilded cages are just that, cages. While Master had been a good and decent man, I was his whore- paid for whore, no one loved me. I spent the first six months denying that, fighting that, I knew I was loved, I knew someone looked for me. But then I stopped, I buried that knowledge and hope deep within me for someday. It was my private piece, my little secret hope that I let no one see. It was the one piece of me that lived. Now Master teased it back to life as he lay dying, extracting a promise from Otto to deliver me home with the respect of his lady love.

Maybe today was that someday I silently prayed, I wanted to go home.

Otto had already shoved me down a flight of stairs and manhandled me at every turn…like before…like another man….

I must’ve dozed, the exhaustion and terror of the last day getting to me for me to have slept 12 hours. It will still hard to grasp that Master was dead. He had said I was his lady love to Otto, I don’t know that I was in love with him, I doubt I’m capable of loving someone, but I did love him in my own way. I certainly appreciated the umbrella of protection he provided me; I thrilled in his touch, even the darkness of it.

Suddenly I’m shaken from my thoughts as the plane lands. I turn and look out the window and it’s then that I realize all I can see are snow topped mountains. We must’ve been in the air 14 hours or so, probably refueled somewhere. Otto clearly slipped something into my wine. I’ve no idea where we are. The States, perhaps?

The hope is burning a little hotter.

As soon as the plane comes to a stop Otto is pulling me out again and throwing an overnight bag at me.

"Clothes, your identity, money, other bullshit to get you by. You talk about where you were, I find you, and then you die plus one more. You hear me?" Otto practically snarls at me as he grasps my upper arm leading me away from the plane.

I nod my head keeping my eyes downcast as I was taught, Yes, sir.

"Good bitch, too bad he didn’t let all of us have a turn to fuck you, but you step out line, or talk and we will until there is nothing left to fuck. Get in the car." Otto whisks me through customs for the rich and famous and puts me in the backseat of a Cadillac. It appears he’s driving alone. I stare at the back of the bald head that I know like the back of my own hand. He’s driven me everywhere for years, but seldom just him, Master always required multiple guards with me. This is different but I dare not look around, instead I place my hands in my lap and stare at my fingers. Every now and then I get a glimpse of tall pine trees or snow through my bangs. Definitely the mountains, they were speaking English at the airport….American English.

There it is again…hope.

My mind is going numb; I’m having a hard time processing what is happening. I knew Master was powerful, but powerful enough to release me, a mere Cleo Girl. No one could release us, if we were lucky we found a kind Master who would allow us to work in their homes when our looks failed us, but usually we were killed in the great hunts.

Probably 20 minutes later Otto pulls up in front of a gated driveway, Get out, he tells me as he goes to exit the car.

"Where am I?" I ask. This doesn’t add up. If I’m supposed to be free then why am I going to another rich man? My family was not wealthy, certainly not like this. Especially if they were still spending every spare cent to look for me, and I knew, had to believe they were.

"You’re home, free, whatever. Get out. If you don’t then I’ll consider you wanting to stay with me. Hey babe I tried to let you go can’t help it if you always wanted my dick more." Otto has now come to stand in front of my car door before reaching in and jerking me out of the car.

He’s not much taller than I am, but thicker, and his eyes, they have no soul. I doubt he does have a soul either after the things I’ve seen him do. His brown eyes will haunt me forever.

That did it. I’m scrambling the rest of the way out of the car. Shit. What if this is a hunt? Otto, please tell me one thing. Whose house is this, their name? If this is a hunt, I at least want to know who is hunting me. Please. I beg him, it’s probably no use asking but I’ve got to try.

"It’s not a hunt, you heard the boss, you’re free. I’ll give you one word then you get over that fence in 30 seconds or your lush ass is mine, deal?"

I look up at the imposing fence, reaching out to touch it, not electrified, ok, I can crawl this in 30 using the rock pillar at the side.

"Deal." I tell him.

"Kason. Time starts."

Kason…Kason….Oh my God….Oh my God! I just stare at Otto for I know 10 seconds before my brain kicks back in, then I’m throwing my backpack over the fence and climbing it like my ass is on fire, because it is, it totally is. Just as I clear the top Otto makes a grab for me but I jump down making sure there is enough distance so that he can’t grab me.

"I could’ve made you scream. Bye bitch. I see you again, hear you’re talking, literally tearing it up, you plus someone you love." Otto snarls at me before turning around and heading back to the driver’s side.

As Otto is stepping into the car I remember one thing I needed to tell him Hey Otto! I yell. As he turns around I walk back up to the fence grabbing a spindle in each hand and lean my face between them and say what I’ve wanted to say for over 10 years.

"What bitch?"

"Go Fuck Yourself." I tell him.

Then I turn around and start running up the driveway.

Chapter 1

Channel, aka Chan

Enter and send you old bastard!

There! Mr. McPhearly, aka Mr. McCreepy, has his stupid 1st quarter reports. What a jerk! Like he’s my only client, I seriously need to talk to Tom about getting rid of that ass-hat, yeah like that was going to happen. Samuel McPhearly, creepy old geezer that he is, let’s face it, he’s not going anywhere. He is one of our largest clients and has been with our firm since it opened its doors in 1968. His business has grown into a 100 plus million dollar export business and trades all over the world bringing our little CPA office right along with it. Now Sampson, Hurley, and Shaw, LLP is one of the largest accounting firms in the state of Texas, settled right here in the heart of San Antonio. If I tilted my head just so from the bottom of my 22nd story window I could see the Alamo and the Riverwalk. McPhearly Exports had a lot to do with that view. At least I wasn’t stuck out in the windowless middle like a prairie dog any longer with the rest of the working stiffs. So, there was that I suppose, even if it meant dealing with McPhearly the McCreepy.

Then there was Tom Jackson, my immediate boss and one hot piece of eye candy (can I get an amen for a missing no fraternization policy?) who was currently having me reconsider everything in my life. He had said, Channel, do you realize how lucky you are that Sam wants you to do his quarterly auditing? He doesn’t trust anyone, even his CFO that’s been with him for, like, 25 years! Quit being a princess because ‘he looks at you weird,’ it’s not like the man can even get it up any more, he’s 80 if a day. Take the work and the compliment and just do it. Impress him, and then the board and then you are on a fast track to partner. You’re like 25, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Be an angel, k?

Tom was no doubt charming and yummy, at over 6’ with blonde hair, that was short on the sides but long on top, grey eyes, and though not bulky you could tell under his suits he was built. If that wasn’t enough to tempt a woman you could tell from the way he spoke and carried himself, his words and speech refined, he was from money. The degree on the wall from Duke further proved my suspicions, but when I pressed him for details about his past he always laughed and said, it ‘takes a date to know the details’. Hotness aside words like ‘princess’ and ‘angel’ made me grit my teeth. Seriously, there were almost 200 employees here, some attorneys, a lot of CPA’s, so basically a ton of professionals. Hell I know we have a department dedicated to helping our clients with human resources, and we all had to attend those boring classes of what to say and not to say, so why he felt the need to patronize me with those kinds of statements just irked me to no end.

Nonetheless, the man could fill out a suit.

But…inner Chan sighed….he really didn’t do it often. We had been to drinks a few times, and he was always interested in everything I had to say, like he hung on to every word. It felt good to be paid attention to, to feel like you really were someone’s sole focus. I know he’s interested and I found it very honorable in this day and age that what was holding him back, and yes he had said as much, was that I was married. To be honest, me too. While it may only be a marriage in name, one born out of mutual convenience years ago, we were still kind of friends and bottom line I wasn’t that kind of girl, and as long as I was married to someone else, I wasn’t dating anyone. So whether it was Tom or another guy, like the ‘angel’ I am, I was spending my nights alone or with B.O.B. and going to the OB/GYN once a year for a thorough cleaning out of cobwebs from lack of use.

But now it’s time to make a move. Life is passing me by. While in a perfect world my marriage with Kase would’ve been a more traditional one; we would live together, love together, have kids, grow old together, bottom line, it’s not. It hurt more than I cared to think about if I really let myself dwell on it, so I don’t, because he doesn’t. So, I made up my mind. I’m still young; attractive I’m told, smart, with a promising career. I’m moving on. I had told my husband, (via text, because that’s really the only way we talk), Kason I was sending him divorce papers. His response Chan…nope.

That had flown all over me.

WTF? I told him in the text that I wasn’t asking for anything, he had his, I had mine. Lord knows as an NFL player for the Denver Stallions, he has a lot more than I do, but I’m in a very comfortable place and I don’t want anything from him. I have managed to make a nice living, bought a nice little house, and put back a nice little savings. The only time I’d ever touched our joint checking, and yes we had one, was for a $10k down payment. I’d brought $20k to the table after his insistence to make a contribution. Kason had wanted to buy me the house outright but I’d held fast, no way no how. My compromise was to let him match the down payment. Something told me if I wouldn’t have let him do something he would’ve ended up in San Antonio and that would never do. No, Kason in person was never good for me. It’s important to always know your personal boundaries. Seeing Kase in person, personal boundary.

I’d managed to go 3 years and only see him on TV playing for the Denver Stallions. I did an excellent job of never watching anything sport related during football season, never anything to do with the Stallions, so I hardly ever caught blurbs and flashes of him…but sometimes…yeah I’d see him. Go to a bar or a restaurant and sometimes they would switch to a Stallion’s game and his name and picture would flash across the screen. His piercing blue eyes would find me and stab me from across a room, following me like the Mona Lisa in the flesh. Even Stallion haters respected Kason Farrell….Hell feared him. His profile picture showed him with his black hair pulled back in a ponytail, that I knew came past his shoulder blades in tribute to his Native American heritage, even though his father was an Irish immigrant. And sometimes Kason’s words would pick up a little Irish Brogue from all the time he spent in Ireland in the summers with his grandparents. But the blue eyes…definitely his dads. Yum.

Kason played middle linebacker and was in his third season already setting records. Last year he led the league in interceptions, had 172 tackles and 16 sacks. Every time he hit someone you could hear the pads pop. He is a beast at 6’7 and 295 pounds with not an ounce of fat, the man is a badass. He was known for his single-minded drive and determination, almost getting the Stallion’s to the Super Bowl this past season, only to miss out in the 4th quarter of the AFC championship game by a missed field goal. My heart broke for Kason at that moment when the camera showed him walking off the field; he was shaking the other teams hands, and doing the guy pat on the back three time I’m not gay" thing, congratulating everyone. But I could see it in his eyes, even through his smile, he wanted to be away, he wanted to be alone, he felt solely responsible.

See, I never watched the Stallion’s don’t know the stats of my husband or anything. Nope not at all, not into self torture. I’m a basketball girl all the way…Go Spurs Go!

That night after the heartbreaking loss, that I just happen to overhear on the local news because I was NOT watching, was one of the few times I broke my rule and texted him. We usually only communicated about finances or Christmas or birthdays, specifically what I bought his mom and sister so he wasn’t shocked when they opened gifts and called him. It was also the only time I used the joint account unless he asked me to do something specific, which was rare, or it was tax related. Other than that, it was random and specific. Sounds cold but up until recently it had worked for me and served its purpose for him.

So I texted him, and