Nina: D.A.M.N. series, #1

By Gracen Miller

Few humans are aware the arcane walks among them, putting their lives in constant danger. D.A.M.N., the black ops, off the books military branch, will stop at nothing to eliminate the threat.

 

Nina Volkova is their best asset. She's indispensable and skilled at killing the arcane. But when she's tasked with raiding Area 51, she's shocked to discover what the facility is hiding. She might not escape the mission without a few bumps and bruises either. Or a solid hit to her pride. One thing is for certain, though, she'll do anything for the safety of her country and to deliver a lethal blow to the supernatural community.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bama Girl Press, LLC
• Release date: Oct 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201688608

Gracen Miller

Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football and coffee...addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She is convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs.

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NINA

D.A.M.N. SERIES #1

by GRACEN MILLER

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NINA (The D.A.M.N. series)

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Nina (D.A.M.N. Series #1)

FEW HUMANS ARE AWARE the arcane walks among them, putting their lives in constant danger. D.A.M.N., the black ops, off the books military branch will stop at nothing to eliminate the threat.

Nina Volkova is their best asset. She’s indispensable and skilled at killing the arcane. But when she’s tasked with raiding Area 51, she’s shocked to discover what the facility is hiding. She might not escape the mission without a few bumps and bruises either. Or a solid hit to her pride. One thing is for certain, though, she’ll do anything for the safety of her country and to deliver a lethal blow to the supernatural community.

DEDICATION

To all the alien believers. They do exist!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

COPYRIGHT

Nina (D.A.M.N. Series #1)

DEDICATION

TABLE OF CONTENTS

AREA 51

BLOOD OVER SEX

CRUELLA DE NERD

GOVERNMENT WORK

DEMONIC POLITICIAN

BAD IDEAS

BRAT

MONSTER IN PLAIN SIGHT

HEDONISTIC TENDENCIES

SAFE WORD

THE VEIL IS LIFTED

RED DAWN

WELCOME TO WAR

ASHES TO ASHES

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

OTHER BOOKS BY GRACEN MILLER

AREA 51

Nina

AREA 51 IS A PARANORMAL BDSM club?

Biting back a laugh, Nina Volkova snorted at that bit of classified information. The conspiracy theorists would love that scandalous news.

Too bad they’ll never hear about it.

She contemplated the schematics on the holographic screen centered over the table. I thought the government hid aliens and their tech at Area 51.

If not for Colonel Dabney’s sense of humor at a negative twelve-thousand, she would give serious consideration to him punking her ass with the Area 51 Raid intelligence.

That’s a conspiracy theory. Never been true. Dabney looked her dead in the eyes.

If anyone knew the truth, it’d be him since he held higher government clearance than her. Lies fell easily from his tongue but, in this instance, she suspected honesty.

Dabney’s high-and-tight haircut with his stiff, straight shoulders and pristine suit, with shiny shoes, marked him as career military. Few could outrun that physical stigmata.

Uh huh. She clasped her hands over her stomach and glanced around the table at her squad. But a paranormal BDSM club? Really?

An alien cover-up was easier to believe.

That puts a whole new meaning to ‘out of this world’ sex. Skylar Nails Wilson was a tough-as-titanium type of chick. It was also unwise to call her a ‘chick’ to her face unless you had a sick obsession to see what it felt like to have your intestines reorganized. Nails made a swirling motion with her finger next to her temple. Her quick wit and a dry sense of humor made it easy for her to blend in with anyone.

Yeah, Nina thought this BDSM shit sounded kooky, too. But then she’d never been into conspiracy theories either. With Nina’s government clearance one step below Dabney’s, she often knew the truth, so why bother with civilian dogmas.

Steve Panda Jackman rolled his eyes. His black hair, green eyes, and athletic frame were deceiving. He could decimate a person in a nanosecond, often while wearing a smile and a psychotic glint in his eyes. If he wasn’t killing for their black ops team, he’d likely be the next Ted Bundy.

Nah... he’d never get caught like Bundy.

Panda was too smart. His military training would ensure he remained free. While the Bundy confession tapes and videos left Nina with a sick chill, Panda wooed and charmed those he met.

Roger Headcase Beckett held a Ph.D. in therapy and a couple of other degrees she’d stopped counting after three. He was a hard ass and humorless, with a loyal streak too resilient for this job. The government would either betray him or he’d die young.

Fuck that. Their line of work was too dangerous and demanding. They’d all die before the government betrayed them.

At the moment, Headcase gaped at the aerial map with a cockeyed examination. No offense, Colonel, but is the intel reliable? Or is this a scouting mission?

Reliable. That you would doubt the intel nears insubordination, soldier. Dabney huffed and narrowed his gaze on Headcase. Your mission is to scout the site and report back. If things go sideways, business as usual.

Not the typical mission. Her team was brought in when they wanted the occult slaughtered. What are we looking for?

His narrow-eyed gaze shifted to Nina. Your classification isn’t high enough for that information.

How do we know what to report? They couldn’t do their job without direction.

The Colonel loathed being pressed for information, and in a in a real-world military scenario, her disrespect wouldn’t fly. Dabney put up with her shit because she was indispensable in D.A.M.N.’s eyes.

Indispensable until I’m not.

That day could come at any time. Since D.A.M.N.’s—Department of Arcane Monstrosities Neutralized—inception one-hundred years ago, soldiers came and went a lot. When an asset was burned, they were never seen again.

It’s a valid question. We’ve been on missions with less intel. And, Nina scooted forward to the edge of her seat, a BDSM club at Area 51 is farfetched. You can’t fault us for questioning that absurdity.

Nails spun a pen on top of the table staring at Dabney. The occult marketing team deserves a huge bonus. The alien conspiracy allowed them to hide in plain sight.

How did a ‘government facility’, Nina quoted the words, with arcane ties hide from several administrations?

Red suffused Dabney’s face and sweat beaded on his upper lip. One of theirs infiltrated our Senate years ago and spun the story. It took root and grew.

Grew for over fifty years. That had to sting the pride of decades’ worth of intelligence. Most political officials were morons anyway, almost anyone could easily dupe them.

Assuming a spy is involved, can I interrogate him or her? Nina flipped through the five-hundred-ninety-two-page notebook Dabney handed her when she entered the room. The intel was a goddamn exposition. She hoped someone received a doctorate for the lengthy write-up.

Why had they killed nine-hundred trees to write this up when they could download the intel to her data implant in seconds? Useless waste of taxpayers’ money, but that was the typical bureaucratic bullshit.

There is a spy, a low ranking demon. Everything he said is in there. He’s an Alabama Senator and he’s been commissioned to work with you on this project. The Colonel nodded at the report. Our video interrogation is on the data dice inside the folder.

A data dice was a small square, one-millimeter thick flat device. She could squeeze it and the information on its motherboard would upload straight into her data port implanted at the base of her cortex. The downloads could cause a killer migraine, but it was faster than reading.

That they were expected to work with a member of the arcane, the enemy, didn’t set well with her, though. The only paranormals on their payroll were witches and dragons. D.A.M.N. paid them millions to