Mistletoe by Heather Slade Excerpt

Mistletoe by Heather Slade

K19 Security Solutions Book 3

Release Date: November 05, 2018

More is at stake than a holiday surprise or two…

The K19 Security Solutions team is typically ready to serve and protect at any given time. But the holidays call for even more vigilance and protection—from each other. As families navigate through Thanksgiving and Christmas, more conflicts arise. Just as Zary and Gunner discover a Christmas miracle, Ava and Razor have a secret of their own.

Can the K19 Security Solutions team get to the New Year without destroying the magic of the holidays or will the season bring more than they bargained for?



Compared to some of the places he’d been forced to sleep during his career, the hospital recliner was damn comfortable.

Gehring “Mantis” Cassman shifted to his left side, hoping it would relieve some of the pressure on the right where a bullet had struck his hip, requiring pelvic reconstruction surgery. The good news was, it hadn’t been life threatening and none of his organs had been compromised. The arthritic pain, however, was unrelenting.

He looked over at the woman lying in the hospital bed, hoping her injuries wouldn’t result in a similar life of pain. No one deserved to live with the kind he had to, but Alegria deserved it less than anyone he’d ever known.

They’d met at the United States Air Force Academy when he was a senior and she was an international student, one year behind him. He remembered the day their Air Officer Commanding, AOC, introduced Manon “Alegria” Mondreau to the squadron. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Still was.

Her ebony-black hair was pulled back into the tight bun required by Air Force regulations, highlighting her mesmerizing, almond-shaped, gray-blue eyes.

How many times had he kissed her pouty, cherry-colored lips and ran his hands over her seductively sculpted nubile body? Hundreds.

“Any change?” asked Dutch, who’d known both him and Manon since those early days when they were all cadets, anxious to begin pilot training and get on with their careers.

Mantis shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Why don’t you take a break? I can sit with her for the next couple of hours.”

“Thanks, but I’ll stick around.”


He raised his hand. “I have to be here, Dutch. Don’t fight me on this.”

His friend nodded and sat in one of the other recliners the hospital staff had agreed to bring into the room.

“She’s out of intensive care. That’s a good sign, right?” Dutch asked.

It was, but they still had no idea whether the damage to Manon’s spinal cord would have lasting effects.

“What happened between you two? Last I heard, you were thinking about proposing.”

As Dutch well knew, he’d taken an assignment. One she didn’t want him to.


“You volunteer more than anyone else. Why?”

“It’s my duty, Manon. It’s what I signed up for.”

“It’s no longer a duty. You retired. We agreed—”

“No. Stop right there. We didn’t agree to anything. You demanded I quit, and I refused. That’s the way it went down.”

She shook her head and stormed off. There’d been a time he would’ve gone after her, but no more. She’d spent just as much time stateside as she had in France, yet she still lived by her native country’s work ethic. Or lack of it.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like to work, Manon was just able to compartmentalize better than he was. She could say no to assignments without thinking twice. He couldn’t remember ever turning one down.

A few minutes later, she was back. “If you go, we’re finished.”

“I won’t choose you over my country, Manon.”


My books are filled with things that bring me joy: music, wine, skiing, families, artists, and cowboys. Not always in that order. I’m an Amazon best-selling author, and a PAN member of Romance Writers of America. I speak, teach, blog, am an executive sommelier, and all-around entrepreneur. I grew up an east coast girl, and then spent half my life on the west coast. Now my husband, our two boys, and I happily call Colorado home.

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