Five Ways to Surrender by Elle James
Release Date 12/01/2018
Navy SEAL Jake Schuler, or Big Jake to his friends, grew up in a small town and dreams of
returning to the quiet life when his time in the service is up. He wants nothing more than his own
patch of ground and a few cows to make him happy. He’s putting off marriage and children until
he can guarantee he’ll be home to see them grow up.
Alexandria Parker came to Africa for adventure signing on as a teacher with missionaries, she
wanted to see more of the world than Arkadelphia, Arkansas. Ready to shake the small town dust
off her feet, she heads to Africa to start living, only to be forced into hiding when the village
where she teaches if overrun by terrorists and her missionary family is taken.
Sweat dripped from beneath navy SEAL “Big Jake” Schuler’s helmet, down his forehead and into his eyes. He raised a hand to wipe away the salty liquid, blinking to clear his vision.
Their local informant stood at the village entrance, in the Tillabéri region of Niger, talking to a barefoot man dressed in long dusty black pants and a worn button-down gray shirt. They had their heads together and appeared to be talking fast. Several times, the men glanced in the SEAL team’s direction.
“What’s Dubaku doing?” Jake asked into his mic.
“He’s only supposed to be checking that the village is clear, before we move on,” Harmon “Harm” Payne said. “You heard the brief. We’re on a recon mission. We’re not to engage.”
Military Intelligence had gotten wind that Abu Nuru al-Waseka, the head of the ISIS faction in north central Africa, had been seen in one of the villages farther up the road.
With what little they knew, Jake’s SEAL team had deployed from their base of operations in Djibouti to Niger. From there, they hooked up with Dubaku, a member of the Niger Army who had connections with villagers along their route. Their contact had been known to help the army Special Forces unit positioned there to train the Niger armed forces. He was supposed to be a trusted source.
A prickly feeling crawled across the back of Jake’s neck. “I don’t like how long he’s been standing there.”
Dubaku turned and pointed in Jake’s direction.
The man he’d been talking to nodded and reentered the small village, disappearing around the side of a hut.
Dubaku left the village and walked along the dusty road until he reached one of the SUVs they’d commandeered from the Special Forces units. The vehicle stood partially hidden in the branches of a group of scraggly trees.
The sun baked the land, making dust out of the soil. Every puff of wind stirred the fine grains of dirt into whirling dervishes.
Using the SUV for cover, Jake hurried to Dubaku. “What did you find out?”
“The villagers haven’t seen any strangers,” Dubaku said.
Jake studied the man.
Dubaku didn’t make eye contact. Instead, he alternated between staring at his feet and back at the village. “Ashiri went to ask others if they have seen anyone.” Dubaku gave a slight bow with his hands pressed together. “If you will excuse me, I must relieve myself.”
That prickly feeling multiplied when Dubaku left the SUV, walked into the sparsely wooded landscape and disappeared.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Jake said. “Let’s move.”
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Elle James, spent twenty years livin’ and
lovin’ in South Texas, ranching horses, cattle, goats, ostriches, and emus. A former IT
professional, Elle is proud to be writing full-time, penning intrigues and paranormal adventures
that keep her readers on the edge of their seats. Now living in northwest Arkansas, she isn’t
wrangling cattle, she’s wrangling her muses, a Malti-poo and Yorkie.