Decadent Divas: Elite Ghosts - Titanium's Sacrifice Excerpt by Jennifer Kacey

The next installment of Elite Warriors is coming.....

For more than two years they’ve been ghosts. Nothing but names on empty tombstones. Men and women forced to fade into the background after being pulled from the rubble. Dead Marines saved from a fate worse than death, but ordered to stand down while their lives disappeared all around them.

Some knew it could happen if a mission exploded. Double crossed by more than just Red Wolf. But now is their time to be reborn from the flames of a Phoenix. No longer imprisoned in the shadows. A half-life between them and their future. To make things right coming back to life is their only option.

Loyalty is their salvation.

A new hope. A new family. Elite Ghosts.

I hope everyone is ANYWHERE near as close to as excited about this boxed-set as I am!!

I wrote Titanium. He ripped my heart out and left me a better writer. Loved writing his story and CAN'T WAIT to share it with everyone!

Titanium. Warbucks. Commander. Brother. He is all of those things. And none of them. Giving up everything to save the men and women under his command was easy until it comes to one…last…sacrifice.

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There are moments in life where you recline and bask in the glory of what you’ve done. What you’ve accomplished. What you’ve created with your own hands, and sweat and the blood of your enemies. The money of your dead friends.

This moment.

It wasn’t one of those kinds of moments.

All his coalescing thoughts and feelings were more in the shitter variety.

Charles Bresnick AKA Titanium former team leader of Elite Recon AKA Daddy Warbucks current founder and leader of the Elite teams was the sole owner and proprietor of thus aforementioned shitty moment.

Picture a no-holds-barred MMA fight with blood and sweat and lots of yelling. A title match rolled around inside his head as he sat behind his desk in the Elite compound. His body? At least what was left of him joined the party.

He killed his brothers.

Truly.

Killed them as if they’d left the face of the planet never to be seen or heard from again. His team knew the end game. His men and one woman under his command were brought up to speed, sort of, on what would happen if a mission went so FUBAR they couldn’t survive it. Or weren’t supposed to make it home alive.

Operation Phoenix had been the one. Their asses had been served up on a platter to be presented to an infestation of assholes determined to rule the world.

Not from a political dais or an activist’s memoir. Oh no.

They ruled from the underbelly where every sinister nightmare known to inhabit the Earth slithered.

His team knew some of what they were really fighting.

But Chrome and Steele’s men, they’d known nothing. They’d been pulled into his personal vendetta against Red Wolf no matter how hard he’d tried to keep them separate.

Their blood was on his hands, and if he could see he knew they’d be dripping crimson.

His hand automatically went to the Elite Metal brand on his chest. The new family he’d created but wasn’t truly a part of.

He led them, gave them each a chance to make things right. To finally deal with some of the loss they’d all had to swallow, but they couldn’t know the whys of it. What drove him didn’t have to be their cross to bear. He was damaged enough for all of them.

Shaking his head, he tried to take a calming breath but a bit of a growl was all he could muster. Annie, his seeing eye dog, and Elite mascot extraordinaire whined and nudged his leg with her muzzle.

He petted her and scratched behind her ears. “I know, girl. I know.” He petted her some more and cracked the knuckles on his free hand...

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