Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Shadow Unit Series by Jamie Lynn Miller - Blog Tour & Giveaway


Meet Sergeant Connor Finley and Sergeant Shawn Weller--elite covert ops soldiers with Shadow Unit--a joint UK/US anti-terrorism task force. 



Meet Sergeant Connor Finley and Sergeant Shawn Weller--elite covert ops soldiers with Shadow Unit--a joint UK/US anti-terrorism task force. Connor and Shawn's harrowing missions take them across the globe from London to Kuala Lumpur to India to Pakistan to Bangladesh. Fighting to stem the flow of ever-increasing terror attacks and to protect innocent civilian lives, they battle arms dealers, drug smugglers, biological weapon threats, and a madman hell-bent on revenge, facing death at every turn. Their private lives are fraught with struggles as well, both Connor and Shawn battling personal demons from their past that threaten their future. Amidst a backdrop of guns, bloodshed and violence, Connor and Shawn's love and dedication for one another never wavers, standing resolutely side by side, drawing strength from each other to continue their never-ending fight. 

 
Books In the Series

Broken Soldier (Shadow Unit Book 1) Rogue Soldier (Shadow Unit Book 2) Hunted Soldier (Shadow Unit Book 3) Snowbound Soldiers (Shadow Unit Holiday Short Story) Genre: MM, Gay Romance, Suspense 


Broken Soldier 
(Shadow Unit Book 1)
Sergeant Connor Finley and Sergeant Shawn Weller are dedicated soldiers working covert ops for Shadow Unit -- a joint UK/US anti-terrorism task force. Partners in the field and out, they had been through hell together for the last four years and made it through standing side by side. But when their latest undercover op to bring down an arms dealer plunges them into a world of drugs, sex and violence, Shawn must literally get in bed with the enemy in order to complete the mission. And Connor is forced to watch, helpless, as his partner is broken into pieces. Will love be enough to put them both back together or will this be their final mission? 
WARNING: Contains scenes of drug use, graphic sex and realistic situations (2016 Rainbow Awards Runner-Up) M/M Romantic Suspense 50,000 words 

 
Shawn lowered himself down onto Connor and Connor held him tightly, both of them trembling as their orgasms subsided. Shawn’s voice was a shaky whisper next to his ear. 
“I love you.” Connor felt his heart skip a beat. It wasn’t the first time Shawn had said those words. He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in Shawn’s shoulder. “Shawn, I…” But the last two words lodged in his throat and refused to be spoken. Everyone he’d ever told he’d loved had died – been killed - and left him alone. His parents, his sister, his lover Mark. He never expected to get another chance at happiness and he was going to hold onto it desperately with both hands and not let go. He knew it was completely irrational, but he didn’t care. As long as he didn’t say it Shawn would stay safe. Shawn lifted himself up slightly to look at Connor and he could see the understanding in Shawn’s blue eyes. “It’s okay.” Shawn kissed him softly. “I know.” 
Dawn was just breaking when Connor felt Shawn stir and he opened his eyes. He hadn't been sleeping, though. Neither of them had been, really, their minds too occupied with the upcoming mission to rest. They'd instead spent the last hours in each other's arms, making the most of the time they had left together. Connor felt Shawn's hand lightly trail down the back of his neck and across his shoulder and he lifted his head from where it had been resting on his partner's chest. "Hey," Shawn said quietly with a small smile. "Hey," Connor echoed then sat up and kissed Shawn for a long moment. When they moved apart Shawn looked down and unhooked his paracord bracelet from around his wrist, which he then fastened around Connor's. "Hang onto this for me, will you?" Shawn asked, trying for a light tone, but failing. Connor shook his head, refusing to acknowledge the implication of Shawn's action. He knew how much that bracelet meant to his partner. He'd received it the day he was accepted into the SEALs more than ten years ago and he had worn it every single day since. If he was giving it to Connor he was afraid there was a chance he wasn't coming back from this mission. "Shawn. No." Connor reached for his wrist to unhook the bracelet but Shawn covered his hand. "Connor. Please." Shawn's voice was rough. "Just…do this for me. Keep part of me with you." Then he swallowed and forced a smile. "Besides, it's just temporary, so don't get attached to it. I'll be asking for it back soon." Connor turned his hand over and linked their fingers together. "I'm going to bloody well hold you to that." The sun peeked over the horizon then, signaling the start to a new day. Connor released a long breath and asked Shawn a familiar question. "Are you ready for this?" Shawn squeezed Connor's hand. "I am now."



Rogue Soldier 
(Shadow Unit Book 2)
Shadow Unit may have overturned the illegal arms cartel in Kuala Lumpur, but the harrowing undercover op left emotional scars on Sergeants Shawn Weller and Connor Finley. Slowly, patiently, they piece their partnership back together, closer now than ever before. Until a new mission threatens to tear them apart. When Connor accidentally kills a civilian, he questions his job, his abilities, his worth. A timely offer of promotion seems his only way out, even though it means transferring out of Shadow Unit and away from Shawn. The arrival of Julian Montgomery, Shawn’s former CIA handler and lover, further strains their relationship. Julian knows all of Shawn's secrets as well as the past Shawn has kept hidden from Connor. Now the self-serving Julian wants Shawn back—with the CIA and with him. No one will get in his way. Including Connor. When the joint Shadow Unit/CIA mission to stop the supplier of a deadly biological weapon goes sideways, Connor is captured, tortured, and used as a human test subject. It’s a race against time to save his life. But who can Shawn trust? And who has gone rogue? 
M/M Romantic Suspense 51,000 words
Rogue Soldier Exclusive Excerpt
Connor began flexing his fingers, trying to restore some feeling to them. He pulled downwards, testing the strength of the bonds around his wrists, trying to slip free. But the metal held tight, digging into his skin, drawing blood. He pulled harder, trying to use his blood as lubricant, but no joy. He looked up again, trying to see if he could somehow detach the restraints from the chain.
But any thoughts of escape came to an abrupt end when the door opened and three men strode in.
Connor instantly recognized Tariq Hamid from the photo he’d seen of him during his mission briefing. The Pakistani man was in his mid-fifties with jet black hair, a full beard and dark eyes. He was not a large man, but carried himself as though he were, commanding respect. He wore a white dress shirt, two buttons open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and tan dress pants.
He was followed by two of the three men Ranjha had brought with him the first night for security. One was carrying two buckets of water. The other was holding what appeared to be a large electric cattle prod. Connor swallowed hard at the sight of the instrument he knew would be used on him, his heartbeat stuttering.
He forced his gaze away when Hamid stepped up close. He looked Connor up and down in a way that sent a chill through Connor, despite the intense heat in the room.
"I am glad that you are awake," Hamid said in perfect accented English. "I know you know who I am." His eyes narrowed. "Now tell me who you are. What military organization are you with? How much do you know about my operation?"
Connor pulled his focus away from Hamid and stared at a fixed point on the wall above the man’s head. Just like his countless hours of interrogation resistance training had taught him.
"Connor Finley. Sergeant. Service number 25130582."
Out of his peripheral vision Connor saw Hamid shake his head and snap his fingers. "Kashif."
One of the other men stepped forward, the one who had been carrying the buckets of water. Without hesitation, he slammed his fist into Connor’s face. The vicious punch snapped Connor’s head to the side, pain blossoming across his jaw, followed by the taste of blood in his mouth. He blinked and turned his head back to stare at the same spot on the wall.
"Connor Finley. Sergeant. Service number 25130582."
The second punch split his lip. The third nearly broke his nose. The fourth tore open the skin on his cheekbone. The fifth and sixth drove the breath from his lungs and may have broken a rib.
Hamid stepped forward again. "I can end this now. Tell me what I want to know. Save yourself more pain."
Blood ran freely down Connor’s face and into his mouth. He spat it onto the floor, spattering Hamid’s shoes. It was so hot in the room Connor was dizzy, lightheaded. His shoulders were in agony, his arms and fingers now completely numb. He could feel his face and lips beginning to swell, but he could still speak.
"Connor Finley. Sergeant. Service number 25130582."
Hamid’s expression turned thunderous. "You will regret not accepting my generous offer." He snapped his fingers again. "Kashif!"
Kashif picked up one of the buckets of water. Hamid stepped back and Kashif doused Connor from head to toe with the entire bucket of ice water. The freezing cold water, combined with the sweltering heat was such a shock to Connor’s system that he couldn’t suppress his sharp gasp. His body started to shake as Hamid snapped his fingers again.
"Ahmed!"
The second man approached Connor, the cattle prod held tightly in his hand. He flicked the switch and bright blue electricity sparked between the two prongs.
Connor found his spot on the wall.
"Connor Finley. Sergeant. Service number 25130582."
He ground his teeth together the first time the thousands of volts of electricity surged through his spasming body. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip the second time.
The third time finally tore a scream from his throat.


Hunted Soldier 
(Shadow Unit Book 3)
The hunters become the hunted when the past returns to haunt Sergeants Connor Finley and Shawn Weller with deadly vengeance. In the wake of the harrowing missions in India and Pakistan, Connor struggles to come to terms with causing the accidental death of a child, while Shawn tries to put Julian’s betrayal behind him. Adding to the emotional fallout, new trials arise - the appearance of a young man from Connor’s past turned stalker may have fatal consequences for him, while Shawn must confront his former heroin addiction and break free of the hold it still has on him. The challenges continue when a Shadow Unit undercover op in Bangladesh to shut down the pipeline of terrorists being smuggled into the UK draws Shawn and Connor into a web of lies and deceit from a man hell bent on exacting revenge on the two soldiers - demanding a life for a life. Will Connor and Shawn survive? Or will the jungle become their final resting place? 
Gay Romantic Suspense 58,400 words
 

Shawn's eyes scanned over his partner, taking in his injuries. He reached out and cupped Connor's face with both hands, his thumbs gently pushing against his nose, over his cheekbone, checking to see if anything was broken. Connor's lip had stopped bleeding but his left eye was completely swollen shut now. "How bad is it?" Shawn asked as he continued his exam, slipping his hands under Connor's shirt to feel his ribs. Connor winced and pushed his hands away. "No less than I deserve," he muttered. Shawn grasped the top of one of Connor's shoulders with his hand and squeezed hard, while he pointed a finger in his partner's face with the other. "I don't want to hear that fucking shit from you right now. We have more important things to concentrate on than your perceived guilt. Like getting the fuck out of this jungle." Connor stared hard at Shawn, his jaw muscle jumping, before giving Shawn a terse nod. Shawn relaxed and squeezed his shoulder again, this time in approval and not anger. "So what's our plan?" Connor asked. "We're at a total disadvantage. This is his playground. We have no weapons, nothing." Shawn's face lit up in a triumphant smile. "Now that's where you're wrong." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folding hunting knife. "Your distraction worked perfectly. I got it off the guard's belt." Connor grinned back at him and clapped him on the shoulder. "Brilliant, mate." Shawn slipped the knife back in his pocket and looked up at the sky. "It'll be light in a few hours. That's when he'll start tracking us. We need to get moving." "Any particular direction you had in mind? I tried to keep track of where we were going, but they were purposely driving in circles." "Yeah, I came to the same conclusion." Shawn pointed to their right. "We know the truck headed back that way after they dumped us out." "Since we can't see the stars well enough and until we know where the sun will rise, that's as good a direction as any." Connor pushed himself slowly to his feet. "Let's move." It was slow going through the dark jungle, Connor and Shawn leaving as confusing a trail as the truck had left for them, splitting up and circling back around several times through the trees and underbrush, making it difficult for their soon to be pursuer to track them. They followed tire tracks where they could, but the darkness hampered their progress. Connor was two steps in front of Shawn when it happened. He heard the barely perceptible snick as Connor took a step forward. The sound was instantly familiar to him but before his brain could process it, a large, dark shape rushed toward them from his left, swinging down out of the trees, heading right for Connor. With his left eye swelled shut, his partner was blind on that side, unaware of the danger. "Finn!" Shawn yelled, springing into action and lunging forward, tackling Connor around his legs, driving him forward and down. But he wasn't quite quick enough. The heavy log clipped Connor on the side of his head and neck, sending him sprawling with a sharp cry of pain. Shawn remained flat on the ground as the log swung backward on its arc, the earlier sound now registering to him—tripwire. He quickly moved up beside Connor, who was laying on his side, unmoving. "Finn!" Shawn put his hands on Connor's shoulders and carefully rolled his partner over. Connor looked up at him, blinking sluggishly. Shawn ran his hand over the side of Connor's head and it came away bloody. "Shit," he cursed. "Finn, can you hear me?" Connor groaned and closed his eyes, his hand coming up to touch his head. "Nnngh…Shawn…? he mumbled. "Yeah, I’m here. Can you sit up?" Connor levered himself up on one elbow and Shawn helped him up the rest of the way, sliding him over to rest his back against a tree. Connor's head fell forward and Shawn cupped his chin in his hand and gently raised it back up. The moonlight was bright enough in this spot that Shawn could see Connor's right eye was glassy and unfocused. The pupil was dilated more than it should be, even in the dim light. He knew if he could see Connor's left eye it would look the same. "Shit," Shawn swore again. "You've got a concussion." "What…was that?" Connor grimaced. "A log. You hit a tripwire," Shawn told him, his voice grim. "Son-of-a-bitch has this place booby-trapped, Finn." "Christ," Connor muttered. "The bastard's stacked the deck."


Snowbound Soldiers 
(A Shadow Unit Holiday Story)
With memories of the past coloring their present, Sergeants Connor Finley and Shawn Weller use an unexpected 24 hours together in an isolated cabin on Christmas to help one another make peace with their ghosts and look toward the future together. (Set between Broken Soldier and Rogue Soldier but can be read as a standalone) M/M Romance 7,100 words








 
Shawn tipped his head toward the fireplace. "Come here," he said and led them over, sitting down on the quilt. He removed the small box from his pants pocket and held it out to Connor. Connor tilted his head. "Shawn…" Shawn shrugged. "It's our first Christmas together. I wanted to give you something." Connor accepted the box and removed the lid. When he saw the gift, he went completely still, for inside was Shawn's Navy SEAL challenge coin, emblazoned with the motto "The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday" and the SEAL emblem, the same one tattooed on Shawn's upper arm. Connor looked up at Shawn with surprise and confusion and Shawn understood the reaction. Connor knew how much that coin meant to him, the act of bravery it had been awarded for. It was as precious to him as his paracord bracelet. Connor shook his head. "Shawn, I can't." "No, I want you to have it," Shawn insisted. "Keep it with you, so you'll know I'll always be there for you. I'll always have your back, Finn." Connor removed the coin from the box and clutched it tightly in his hand, clearly touched by Shawn's gesture. He leaned forward and kissed Shawn long and gentle, his turn for thanks without words. But when they moved apart, Connor would not meet Shawn's eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" Shawn asked, concerned. "I'm sorry, Shawn. I don't have anything for you," Connor apologized. "I haven't done Christmas gifts in a long time." Shawn shook his head, his voice soft. "You're my gift, Finn. This life we lead… It's hard and it's lonely. I didn't think it was possible to find happiness in the death and violence that surrounds us. But I found it. With you." Connor swallowed hard, his eyes bright with emotion. "I love you," he said simply. It was Shawn's turn to go completely still, hearing those three words, knowing they were still difficult for Connor to say after fighting against them for so long, with the pain and heartbreak he associated with them. With his heart pounding furiously in his chest, Shawn pulled Connor close, his partner embracing him just as tightly. His words were gruff with the emotion threatening to close his throat. "I was wrong," he whispered against Connor's ear. "This right here? This is my favorite Christmas memory." 




Prize: An e-copy of Snowbound Soldiers

 
Jamie Lynn Miller has been writing fiction since childhood and decided to take the plunge and go pro in 2008, finding to her amazement that people truly enjoyed her love stories. She’s a romantic at heart, and her tales reflect the desire we all have to find “the one,” persevering through trials and heartache for that happy ending. Jamie has a degree in fine arts and has spent the last twenty years working as a graphic designer, though she’d much rather be writing. She was born in Chicago and still lives there today with her husband and their two furry, four-footed children, er… cats. If she’s not brainstorming story ideas, you can find Jamie at a sci-fi convention, in front of a furnace doing glass blowing, or on a mat twisted into a yoga pose. Email: jamielynnmiller@live.com Blog / Facebook / Twitter


Tour Schedule
June 19
Nicole's Book Musings
Happily Ever Chapter
BFD Book Blog
Love Bytes
Making it Happen
2 girls who love books
Because Two Men Are Better Than One

June 20
Bayou Book Junkie
Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews
Triple A

June 21
Book Lovers 4Ever
Turningpagesatmidnight Book Blog

June 22
Gay Book Reviews
MJ's Book Blog and Reviews

June 23
Outrageous Heroes of Romance
Aisling Mancy, author
Yah Gotta Read This


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  1. Thank you so much for participating in the Shadow Unit Series Blog Tour ❤️

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