Bullets and Bluebonnets

By Jessie Lane

From New York Times best-selling author Cristin Harber and best-selling author Jessie Lane comes an exciting collaboration...

What happens when Titan and Ex Ops work together?
Terror has gripped the NYPD. A rogue sniper took out, not only the NYPD’s SWAT snipers and police chief, but several others. Now they must turn to the only person they can trust: Jared Westin and the Titan Group.

There’s only one problem. The Titan Operatives are currently tied up with their own missions.
Unwilling to leave the NYPD hanging, Jared Westin cashes in a favor from Commander Jaxon Wall. Only, Jared doesn’t want to send Jaxon’s Ex Ops Team for the job; he wants to send in someone Jaxon has kept secret: his goddaughter, Billie Jean Beasley, one of the best snipers working for the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team, if only her male counterparts would let her prove it. The NYC mission could finally give her that chance.

Thing is, Jaxon Wall isn’t willing to send his goddaughter in alone. He wants to send one of his own men to help her. Chase Anderson.

Will Chase turn out to be yet another man who thinks Billie is less of a shot just because she’s a woman? Or will Billie finally meet a man who realizes she loves her bullets as much as bluebonnets?
Contains mature content.
Ex Ops Series:
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Stripping Her Defenses #2 – Available Now
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Sweet Eternity #5 – Available Now
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessie Lane
• Release date: Oct 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463695821

Jessie Lane

Jessie Lane is an Amazon, Barnes & Noble and iBooks Top 100 best-selling author. She writes Paranormal and Contemporary Romance that might make you laugh, cry or do both at the same time! A sometimes shy, sometimes hyper, but often snarky chick who’s addicted to books, caffeine & hot fictional men. She lives in Kentucky with her two crazy ass grown kids, her dad and her overprotective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. Jessie has a passionate love for reading and writing romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention or threaten to slap you around until you pay attention to them. So, you’re going to pay attention now, right? *winks*Please visit Jessie at: jessielanebooks.com for more information!

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Dear Readers,

Welcome to the Titan World books with stories ranging from military romance to paranormal to contemporary romance. There’s something for everyone—action-packed romance, swoon-worthy moments, and happily ever after!

When I started the Titan series, I wanted to combine my love of steamy romance and action-packed suspense. I wrote strong men and women who I hoped readers would fall in love with. I can’t think of anything more exciting than opening my world up to very talented authors to extend that experience so that you, the reader, can have a deeper connection to more than one book series at a time.

You will meet new characters and see them interact with familiar ones; you will also see the interpretation of the Titan universe through another author’s eyes. I hope that you take the time to experience each book in the Titan World series!

I can’t wait for you to read Jessie Lane’s Bullets and Bluebonnets, where her Ex Ops characters meet the Titan Group as bullets fly and attraction sizzles. I will always remember the book signing where I first met Jessie. Little did I know that as our series would grow, so would our friendship. I’m thrilled that our characters have found a way to meet on the pages.

Thank you to Jessie and all the authors who took time out of their busy writing schedules to participate in this project. I think the result is something truly special for our readers.

Titan Hugs and Happy Reading,

Cristin Harber

Table of Contents

Letter from Cristin Harber

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Note From The Author

About the Author

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Prologue

Jared Westin

Sitting in my office at Titan Headquarters, I held my sleeping infant daughter in one arm while contemplating my options. The paper in front of me would either be the exact contact I needed at this moment, or it would get me a gun to the head … again.

Staring at the paper, my mind went back to years ago …

The hotel room wasn’t a shithole, but it wasn’t a luxury suite, either. Oh well, shit, shower, and sleep.

I passed out to get some shut eye, completely wiped the fuck out from my long day of surveillance, when I felt cold metal hit my cheek.

Don’t move. Don’t speak, a man’s voice whispered in the dark of night. I know who you are, Jared Westin.

Is that so? Why don’t you let me know what name to put on your death certificate when we finish here?

Only one name you need to know, and remember to stay away from. He paused to make sure my eyes met his. Billie Jean Beasely is off limits to you and to Titan.

Damn women. I always seemed to find myself in trouble when it came to a woman, and Billie Jean and all her talents landed me in some without even having met her.

How do you know about Ms. Beasely? I asked to keep him talking as I moved my side piece from under the pillow, my hand in place and ready to pull the trigger.

I’m her godfather.

I wanted to laugh. Actually, I did laugh. I laughed, and I laughed hard and loud as I moved the gun to where his femoral artery ran through his thigh.

Seems we’ve found ourselves at a stand-off, Godfather.

I didn’t come here to kill you, but to give you the one warning you’ll ever get, Westin. You go near Billie Jean in any capacity, I’ll string you up by the nuts and let all the blood drain from your body one drop at a time from a thousand cuts that I personally inflict, along with her SEAL father and four brothers. As you can see, I can get to you when necessary.

As far as threats went, his was sort of theatrical. The look on his face, though, told me he would absolutely follow through on it. The man wouldn’t back down.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness enough to make out some of his features. Blond buzzed hair. Tall, lean frame. Dark eyes. Or perhaps they just seemed dark because he was halfway concealed in shadows.

Well, if this wasn’t a situation. Two elite badasses both with their guns aimed at each other with a mentality to shoot to kill.

In my whole career, this was the only time I could say I wasn’t sure if either of us would come out on top.

I had definitely met a man to respect that night in the form of a visit from Commander Jaxon Wall. It had been an interesting Mexican standoff for almost twenty minutes that had led to a reluctant truce where we had sat across from each other and had a little chat.

A chat I would come to regret.

I should have shot the asshole and let him bleed out because the little information he had given me kept me from recruiting Beasely.

Hell, could I even call our little chat informative? It was more of a full verbal assault, warning me away from the talented, extraordinary sniper who was his goddaughter.

Before that night, there weren’t many men I could say were walk on ready to join Titan if I invited them to. After having some info dug up on him, I now knew Beasely’s guardian was one of the few who could.

Jaxon Wall was a former Navy SEAL who had, for all intents and purposes, gone off the grid. Make no mistake, the man wasn’t dead. I knew that for a fact after he had not so nicely warned me away from recruiting his goddaughter. That meant there was only one reason for Wall to be as untraceable as Titan if you didn’t have a computer guru hacker named Parker Black. The man was working some sort of black ops gig, probably much like Titan.

That was the thing Black couldn’t dig up—who exactly Wall worked for.

Even with all our government connections, after Wall’s time in the military, the man was good as ghost. Anyone that squeaky clean had to be working for Uncle Sam in some capacity, meaning I didn’t have a shot in hell at recruiting Wall or his goddaughter.

Hell, if he was as good as what I thought he might be, whatever five star general or stuck up alphabet suit that managed him would more than likely never let him go. And I was pretty fucking sure he had some serious skills if he could sneak up on me.

The biggest thing that had made an impression on me from that night had been the man’s tenacity to protect his goddaughter. He had made it very clear that he didn’t doubt Beasely’s abilities, but if she was going to work for any sort of operation like Titan’s, it would be his.

It was hard not to respect a man who would go out of his way to protect his family. That was the sort of man you wanted at your back in bad places, not with a gun to your head in a hotel room.

If I hadn’t learned later that he was one of the good guys, I would have really fucking hated Wall.

The papers on my desk were going to be the reason Jaxon Wall would wish he had killed me when he had the chance. I just knew it. However, I couldn’t ignore my situation and what Billie Jean could do for all of us.

The request had come from the highest-ranking officer of the New York Police Department. Over the years of running Titan, we had never come across a request from a police department. And this wasn’t just any police department; this was the fucking NYPD, the largest municipal force in the United States. With close to fifty thousand employees, their own criminal intelligence and counter terrorism departments, they were a force to be reckoned with.

Which was probably why there was a sniper that had taken out all the NYPD sharp shooters, ten SWAT officers, and at least three high-ranking officers, including the police chief. The entire organization was scrambling to protect their high-value targets.

With all their experienced sharp shooters out of commission, they were in desperate need of snipers who knew what the fuck they were doing. The NYPD was dealing with a highly intelligent, expertly skilled assassin. Just the sort of thing myself and the members of Titan lived for.

There was a problem, though.

All my guys qualified for this mission were tied up on other cases. Fuck, I hated not being able to put my boys’ boots on the ground in the Big Apple to take care of this. As far as I was concerned, law enforcement was just an extended branch of brotherhood to the military. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that every single one of Titan or Delta’s men would agree with that assessment. So, to know that some renegade sniper was taking out mission-critical NYPD personnel and I couldn’t put my own experts on the case burned my ass.

It was a good thing I knew just the person for the job.

Billie Jean Beasely.

She was an expert sniper who worked for the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team. She was also under-appreciated and often disregarded because she carried her giant brass balls on her chest instead of dangling between her legs. It was utter bullshit.

I had come across her after monitoring a countrywide manhunt for a man who had kidnapped