UNWORTHY, Book One inTHE WORTHYseries.
Copyright © 2016 by Lynne Silver
His best friend’s little sister... Off limits.
Until Now.
Bienvenidos a Miami. Welcome to the hottest party scene in the US. Behind all the glitter, hard bodies and sexy drinks, the lives of the hard-partying residents of the 305 aren’t all they seem.
Cat Ross struggles to make ends meet. If she doesn’t scrounge up enough cash for rent and to pay off her brother’s drug dealers, she’ll be sleeping at a shelter, and her beloved brother, Danny, will be in worse trouble.
As Miami’s hottest party promoter, it looks as if Ian Lawrence’s life is fun and games, but partying this hard takes work, and Ian takes business seriously. He wasn’t counting on his former best friend’s little sister, Cat Ross, to come crashing back into his life. She was the one girl who mattered until he messed things up by sleeping with her on her eighteenth birthday, and then running.
As Cat and Ian’s relationship reignites, he wants to protect her by keeping her brother away. But it’s not easy for Cat to choose between her last living family member and the man she’s always loved.
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by Anne Bordeaux
Chapter One
Black Site 51, Somewhere in the Middle of the Nevadan Desert 1947
Lieutenant Katharine Parker, a nurse formerly of the 801st Medical Air Evacuation Squadron, was about to make first contact with an extraterrestrial.
“Do you have everything you need?”
The Black Site known as Area 51 stretched around Katharine as far as her eyes could see, a complex pattern of metallic buildings reaching over the curve of the horizon. Upon her arrival on-site, she was introduced to Lieutenant Miller, a young, stern-faced operative in an unfamiliar black uniform whose eyes kept drifting to her tits.
She considered his question. Need was such a relative concept. There was no protocol, no guidebook, and certainly no scientific method for dealing with this level of unknown. During the six-hour ride to the Black Site—during which the Military Police escorting General McGowan’s Jeep tied a black bag over Katharine’s head to keep her from seeing where, exactly, the black site was—the young woman asked hundreds of questions. They refused to speak to her, refused to give her any indication or help in her pursuit of understanding. Without any information about the creature, how would she be sure that she had what she needed until it was too late to get it? All she knew was that at approximately 2100 hours the night before, she watched a ship crash outside of Fort Walker, where she was stationed, reported it to her commanding officer, and had gotten herself thrown on the first covert convoy here. Beyond what she saw with her own eyes, the only thing she knew about her assignment was those two little words that rang in her ears from the first moment she’d heard it in the briefing. Extraterrestrial.
She tightened her grip on her bag, the same tattered blue rucksack she carried with her every time she flew during the war. The familiar feeling of its patchwork strap comforted her as she took account of the bag’s contents.Pencil. Paper. Water canteen. Tape measure. Gas mask. Solar system map. Camera. Pistol.It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.