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December 24, 2014
FIVE Great New Releases Just For You!
Before Her Billionaires
By Julia Kent
She should have calmed down. She should have been able to shake it off. She should have let it all fade, but there had been four hands on her in that dream. Sometimes your wildest dreams really do come true... This 84-page prequel takes Laura, Mike and Dylan from the New York Times bestselling series Her Billionaires and offers a glimpse into their yearning for what was meant to be...
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Lost and Found (Book 1 in the Love in New York Series) By Elle Casey
Sometimes engagement rings can get lost and then found. Sometimes people can too. All it takes is a heavy-duty dose of karma and the magic of Manhattan to make it all come together. Standalone Adult Contemporary Romance novel, part of a 3-book series.
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Love in a Snow Storm (Pine Harbour #2) Zoe York
Never fall in love with your best friend's little sister... especially when she's too young, or dating someone else, or mad at you. Or all of the above. Jake and Dani have danced around each other for years, but this winter everything is going to change.
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Red Hot Alphas: 11 Novels of Sexy, Bad Boy, Alpha Males
By Jo Raven, Blair Babylon, Olivia Rigal, Melanie Marchande, Sky Corgan, V. J. Chambers, Daizie Draper, Lacey Silks, Holly Hood, Irma Geddon, and J.C. Valentine
ON SALE FOR A LIMITED TIME! Only 99c! Over 1700 pages of brand-new novels from your favorite NYT and USAT bestselling authors! From first kisses to dangerous encounters and second chances at love, we've gathered all 11 BRAND NEW novels in one big box, giving you a heart-pounding collection filled with confident, sexy, and mysterious alpha men you'll fall madly in love with.
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The Angel of Death (Police Snipers and Hostage Negotiators #1), An Angel Day Novel By Blair BabylonOnly 99c this week!
To protect and to serve, or to save her own brother? Angel Day, the lead sniper for the Phoenix Police Department, got her nickname “The Angel of Death” the old-fashioned way: she earned it for her ruthless efficiency at stopping crimes with one well-placed bullet. When a massive call-out down by the Mexican Border reveals a terrorist cell and turns into a standoff, Angel’s brother texts her that he is inside that barricaded house, and her orders are to shoot anything that moves. AmazonScribDBarnes and NobleGoogle PlayiBooks / iTunesKobo

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Lost and Found (Book 1 in the Love in New York Series) By Elle Casey

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Love in a Snow Storm (Pine Harbour #2) Zoe York

Never fall in love with your best friend's little sister... especially when she's too young, or dating someone else, or mad at you. Or all of the above. Jake and Dani have danced around each other for years, but this winter everything is going to change.
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Red Hot Alphas: 11 Novels of Sexy, Bad Boy, Alpha Males
By Jo Raven, Blair Babylon, Olivia Rigal, Melanie Marchande, Sky Corgan, V. J. Chambers, Daizie Draper, Lacey Silks, Holly Hood, Irma Geddon, and J.C. Valentine

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The Angel of Death (Police Snipers and Hostage Negotiators #1), An Angel Day Novel By Blair BabylonOnly 99c this week!

Published on December 24, 2014 09:27
December 22, 2014
The Angel of Death, A Thriller from USA Today Bestselling Author Blair Babylon - New Release
BRAND NEW THRILLERFROM BLAIR BABYLON!The Angel of Death(Police Snipers and Hostage Negotiators #1)An Angel Day NovelON SALE NOW FOR JUST 99c!
To protect and to serve, or to save her own brother?
Angel Day, the lead sniper for the Phoenix Police Department, got her nickname “The Angel of Death” the old-fashioned way: she earned it for her ruthless efficiency at stopping crimes with one well-placed bullet. When a massive call-out down by the Mexican Border reveals a terrorist cell and turns into a standoff, Angel’s youngest brother, the lost soul of her family, texts her that he is inside that barricaded house, and her orders are to shoot anything that moves.
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CHAPTER ONE: THE STASH HOUSE
Angel Day focused the black tunnel of her gun sight and crosshairs on the man holding the shotgun, ready to shoot him.In the magnified circle of the telescopic sight, under the thin black cross, spring sunlight poured as if from a hot bucket down on the suspect’s head, shining in a white circle on the top of his black hair, which hung loose and past his shoulders. His hair obscured the small sweet-spot where his skull met the rolls of fat on his neck, but she knew right where it was.Angel pressed the stock of her sniper rifle against her shoulder, raising the crosshairs to touch the suspect’s neck. She was coiled around her gun and ready for the shot, dead calm.A bullet to the brainstem, where the spinal cord connects to the brain, will drop a man without a twitch or a whimper, which was imperative because that blubbery walrus of a suspect had wrapped a bulbous wad of duct tape around his hand and the stock and trigger of the shotgun, and he had duct-taped the barrel of the gun to the back of a small woman’s neck.Angel had wedged herself into an improvised sniper hide under a jacked-up pick-up truck. Her thick muscles cushioned her bones from the hot, pebbled asphalt. She felt like a hunting snake down there, perfectly still and ready to stab and kill the suspect.The suspect yelled something to the police negotiators, who were taking cover behind their cars and trying to negotiate through bullhorns.Angel could hear the hostage crying and begging, the slow beat of her own heart, and the grating growl of the police vehicles’ diesel engines in the street ringing the target, waiting for the suspect’s next move.Her field of fire was across three large suburban lawns and a neighborhood street, over two hundred yards. She was lying prone behind a monster-truck tire, aiming around the hot rubber. Her body—her arms, her chest, her shoulder—interlocked around the rifle. The desert sun beat all around her, reflecting off the cement to bake even the undersides of her arms that held the gun. Her helmet was getting hot, and her sweaty hair stuck to her scalp. At least there was shade under the truck, even though the smell of dirty oil stung her nose.If this were a long shot, like a mile or more, the sun warming the ammunition might make a difference in how fast the propellant in the rounds burned, and she would have to adjust her point of aim accordingly.Angel waited, just as methodically she had waited during the last four hours of this stand-off. She had been aiming at the affluent house for most of that time, rotating her gun sight over the closed windows and doors until eight minutes ago,when this suspect had exited the McMansion with his hostage. She was always ready to squeeze the trigger and was always relaxed as she didn’t.Even though the suspect was 209 yards away, through her scope, Angel saw the target as close as if the end of her rifle was resting on his fat neck.The suspect yanked his shotgun and wheeled his hostage around in front of him like a spaniel on a choke chain. Angel followed him with her gun. The woman’s hands were duct-taped behind her, so she couldn’t catch herself when she tumbled to the sidewalk. Her knees bled through her ripped, pink pants.Angel inhaled smoothly, then held her breath, and then exhaled smoothly, and held it again, always ready to take the shot. Her finger was taut on the trigger, but not jittery. Her body was trained to not squirt hot adrenaline into her blood.This standoff was at a stash house, a domicile where human traffickers change the rules of the game. Most illegal immigrants cross the Mexican border into the US with the help of traffickers, called coyotes, who know the better routes. A few, like this woman, end up in the hands of truly evil men, who kidnap them and hold them for ransom, often sending small body parts to their families in Mexico or raping the women and children while their parents listen on the phone to hurry payment.The evacuated neighbors had been shocked to discover such a travesty in their own neighborhood in North Scottsdale. Sure, this type of atrocity occurred in the Alhambra district, but North Scottsdale was a nice part of town.Angel hadn’t been surprised. The best neighborhoods harbored the worst crime. There was more money to be made, and the police had to be more circumspect about busts and careful about bystanders. Criminals love that.The gunman roared something to the encircling police cars and crouching officers. The wind corrupted his voice over the two hundred yards of lawns and asphalt, and Angel could only hear a harsh bellow as his whole body bowed back like he was belting out a high note. The woman cowered, bending forward as far as the shotgun attached to her neck would let her.Above Angel, flags snapped on another house’s flagpole. The wind had freshened, so she turned the calibration wheel on the turret of her sniper scope. At two hundred yards, a ten mile per hour wind will cause a bullet to drift six and a half inches.The sniper rifle’s stock was hot against her cheek. “Bravo One to command post,” Angel muttered into her microphone. “I have a bead on the suspect. I can take the shot, cold zero.”“Hold your fire. Repeat, hold your fire.” Tony’s voice was calm on the radio in her ear. Tony was her cousin and the Phoenix Police Chief. “The rules of engagement are still at compromised authority. The risk is too great for the hostage outside and the hostages still in the house. Let the negotiators do their job.”Compromised authority rules mean that, if an authority team member is compromised, which means injured, grabbed, or shot at, then everyone—the snipers, the entry team, and the inner perimeter officers—has the authority to take any immediately necessary action to protect the team member, including sniping the bastard.Angel had to wait until the gunman down there killed the hostage or shot at a police officer.The hostage negotiators had been doing their job for four hours. When the suspect had been inside the house, he had been allowed to talk to his girlfriend on the negotiator’s phone, and he had told her that he was going to kill a hostage out front where the television cameras would record the splatter. A conservative radio station had interviewed him via another hostage’s cell phone because authorities cannot use cell phone jammers in any situation. Federal laws protect the nationally controlled airwaves. The hostage-taker had told the radio station that he was going to kill a hostage in plain sight and to keep the cameras rolling, evidently not understanding the video limitations of radio.Since then, the television cameras had arrived and, despite the police’s best efforts, had set up their cameras at the end of the block where their telephoto lenses could capture every shot.Now, that bastard was going to do it.Angel’s calloused finger tightened on the trigger to two pounds of pull. At four pounds, the sniper rifle would fire. Angel had fired a thousand rounds a week through her rifle for six years, over three hundred thousand rounds. She knew the feel of her Remington .308 Police DM rifle far better than most people know the feel of their car’s accelerator.She whispered into her mic, “I can make this shot.”Through her earpiece, her boss Tony said, “Hold your fire. Rules of engagement are not, repeat not, at shot of opportunity.”Shot of opportunity rules of engagement are a license to kill the suspect at the first chance, any chance.“Come on, Tony. I can make this shot with a handgun,” she muttered into her mic.“Hold your fire.”The hot wind blew the target’s voice to Angel’s hide under the truck. His voice was tinny and too high. Through her scope, Angel watched the target roar, “Ten!”Over the radio in her ear, Angel heard police near the scene confirm that the suspect was counting, beginning at ten.The suspect was counting down. At one, the gunman would fire that shotgun and tear that terrified woman’s head off her neck. He was not negotiating his way out of a bad situation; he was a psychopath performing terror theater.Angel said, “This is not a hostage situation. This suspect is an active shooter. He will kill her.”Tony whispered into her ear, “Keep your position. Rules of engagement remain at compromised authority. Hold your fire.”Angel settled herself and watched the target through her scope.She breathed in, held it, and out, and held it. Her finger was tensed and strong on the trigger, ready to move it a fraction of an inch more and release the shot.People think that sniping is sanitary, that the sniper doesn’t feel like a murderer because they’re hundreds of yards away.Through the scope, Angel could see black hairs waving over the suspect’s neck, as close as if she were sitting on his shoulder with a revolver plugged into his ear, so close that he should be able to feel her breath whispering down his neck like the robe of the Angel of Death was blowing around him.The gunman grinned, enjoying the spectacle he was making. All those cops were scampering around at his nutcase bidding.Her own lack of authority to stop this evil act disgusted her. They should shoot him now and end this crime. She could do it. She wanted to.The target threw back his head and hollered, “Nine!”From her other radio channel, Jack Jordan’s deep bass voice whispered, “Bravo Three has an unobstructed shot with a stucco wall backstop behind the target. Do we have authorization to take the shot?” Jordan was her side two sniper, meaning he was the third-ranking sniper on her team. As the primary sniper, Angel covered the front of the building. Her number two sniper, Luke Johnson, covered the back.“Negative,” Angel whispered to Jordan over the radio. “We do not have authorization. Rules of engagement remain at compromised authority. Maintain position.” Jack Jordan was a good sniper who probably wanted to tag this asshole as much as Angel did.To Tony on her other channel, Angel said, “Bravo three has an unobstructed shot with a stucco wall backstop. If I shoot and have a through-and-through wound, the round will strike the house’s front wall. Other hostages are not in danger. We can take a sync’d shot that will stop him.”Snipers don’t shoot to kill. Snipers shoot to stop, an important distinction. Police snipers aren’t killers, just highly effective at stopping a crime in progress.“Negative,” Tony said. “No authorization. Remain at compromised authority.”Down at street level, the police negotiators squatted behind their cars and held their bullhorns, talking, demanding, and pleading in English and Spanish for the suspect to respond. The long cable of a throw-phone snaked from their van to where the suspect had kicked it away from him.“Eight!” the target yelled. He jerked the shotgun, and the hostage stumbled aside.This was the kind of situation Angel had trained for: to save an innocent life by stopping the crime in progress. She thought of herself as a guardian angel for hostages.She coiled tighter around her rifle, ready to strike. “Bravo One to command post. Bravo Three and One will drop him flat.”“We can’t risk it,” Tony said.“Request to elevate the level of engagement to shot of opportunity.” Her sight was dialed in so tight that she squeezed her stock to raise and lower her aim in rhythm with the suspect’s breathing.“Negative,” Tony said.Across the clean, green yards, the gunman yelled, “Seven!”Through her scope, Angel could see the target sweating greasy streaks in the heat. His meaty hands were probably slippery, but the duct-taped one couldn’t slip off the shotgun. No chance of him dropping it.“Six!”“Let me put him down, Cuz,” she said to Tony.Tony whispered through their radio, “There are more people behind him, watching from inside the house. The round might ricochet and hit one of them.”Angel knew that. She knew it better than her cousin Tony because she was far better trained, but she didn’t wave that red flag in his face.She also knew she could kill this target and save that woman.Through her earpiece, another of her snipers, Hunter, said, “This is Bravo Eight, I have an unobstructed line of fire. I can take the shot.”“Negative,” Angel said. “We are at compromised authority.”“Goddamn,” Hunter said, and Angel wanted to agree with him but held her aim.Through the radio, she heard, “Bravo Two, no clear line of fire.” Luke Johnson didn’t have a clear shot from the back of the house.Angel and Jack could pick this guy off. Four snipers surrounded the house, but only one needed a clear line to stop this guy. They had three with clear lines. That was an heir and two spares.In the heat of battle, her body didn’t respond with hyped-up adrenaline. She watched the suspect sweat. She might have been meditating, but for her steady stare down the telescopic sight on the rifle.“Five!” the gunman screamed.She whispered into the microphone, “Bravo Three has a bead with a stucco wall behind the target. I can make a brainstem shot from here. He won’t twitch. Give us the reins.”Tony said, “Let the negotiators do their jobs. If you shoot him and that shotgun goes off and she dies, we’re liable.”“The negotiators aren’t doing shit.”The suspect screamed, “Four!”They had been at the siege for over four hours. Angel’s head ached from the sun glaring on the cement and asphalt around her, and her eyes throbbed from peering through the scope. She whispered into her mic, “When are we going to shoot him?”“We’re not,” Tony said. “Unless he fires at authority personnel, we can’t shoot.”“Three!”The bedlam of the negotiators’ voices hollering at the criminal from all sides escalated. Angel kept the crosshairs on the gunman’s neck and steady pressure on the trigger because, after he shot that poor woman, he would doubtlessly open fire on the police officers and then, finally, she could shoot him.Light glinted off the sidewalk from the overhead sun. “Two!”The woman hostage wrenched her head to the side, black hair flying in the wind.The duct tape around her neck tore.The shotgun blasted, spraying lead shot at the police cars, shattering glass and slamming on steel.Angel squeezed her trigger the last fraction of an inch, sending the bullet through the rifle and into the gunman’s brainstem.He dropped straight down as if through a trapdoor and lay in a glutinous heap on the sidewalk in front of the Desert Victorian house.The woman hostage’s scream wailed high and tinny off the stucco houses and ascended into the clear, blue sky as she ran away. Her hair was a mess of blood, but Angel could see that the shotgun blast had only lightly scalped her. She would be fine.Other captives, around fifty women and children, ran out of the house and grabbed the woman, crying over her. A small boy clung to her neck and sobbed.Angel worked the action on the rifle to chamber another round and kept her sights on the gunman, in case the mound of blood and blubber moved.Angel murmured into her radio, “That counted as firing at authorities, right?”
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Praise for Blair C. Babylon’s other books:
“This is why [Blair C. Babylon] is an author to watch!” ~ Booklist (starred review)
"I stumbled upon this series a few months ago while searching through e-books for the kindle. Out of all of the books I've read, this is by far the best. I have never been the type to read things in installments, but this is the first time I've faithfully awaited each new episode release. The story … is great, the characters are believable, and I can never really guess what is going to happen next. What more could you want in a series?" ~Amazon Review
“This series just takes my breath away. Breathless!!!! That's how this book made me feel from beginning to end. It was one of those books I just couldn't put down until some of my questions were answered. I was constantly on the edge of my seat anxiously hoping it would turn out the way I hoped. I had this same sense of anxious excitement from the very first book of this series and it has not left me yet. This is not your typical cliched novel, where you can tell practically from the first page what is going to happen. Oh no! This book has you waiting with bated breath to see what happens next. I cannot wait for the next book. Ms. Babylon is a genius, who proves every skeptic who says all novels are alike, wrong!” ~Amazon Review
USA Today Bestselling Author Blair C. Babylon is the nom de plume of an award-winning author who used to publish literary fiction under another name. Because professional reviews of her literary fiction usually included the caveat that there was too much plot, too many interesting twists, and too much sex, she decided to abandon all literary pretensions, let her freak flag fly, and write intense thrillers and naughty romantic suspense.
To protect and to serve, or to save her own brother?

Angel Day, the lead sniper for the Phoenix Police Department, got her nickname “The Angel of Death” the old-fashioned way: she earned it for her ruthless efficiency at stopping crimes with one well-placed bullet. When a massive call-out down by the Mexican Border reveals a terrorist cell and turns into a standoff, Angel’s youngest brother, the lost soul of her family, texts her that he is inside that barricaded house, and her orders are to shoot anything that moves.
See The Angel of Death at: Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA Amazon Australia iBooks/iTunes Google Play Barnes & Noble Kobo Goodreads
CHAPTER ONE: THE STASH HOUSE
Angel Day focused the black tunnel of her gun sight and crosshairs on the man holding the shotgun, ready to shoot him.In the magnified circle of the telescopic sight, under the thin black cross, spring sunlight poured as if from a hot bucket down on the suspect’s head, shining in a white circle on the top of his black hair, which hung loose and past his shoulders. His hair obscured the small sweet-spot where his skull met the rolls of fat on his neck, but she knew right where it was.Angel pressed the stock of her sniper rifle against her shoulder, raising the crosshairs to touch the suspect’s neck. She was coiled around her gun and ready for the shot, dead calm.A bullet to the brainstem, where the spinal cord connects to the brain, will drop a man without a twitch or a whimper, which was imperative because that blubbery walrus of a suspect had wrapped a bulbous wad of duct tape around his hand and the stock and trigger of the shotgun, and he had duct-taped the barrel of the gun to the back of a small woman’s neck.Angel had wedged herself into an improvised sniper hide under a jacked-up pick-up truck. Her thick muscles cushioned her bones from the hot, pebbled asphalt. She felt like a hunting snake down there, perfectly still and ready to stab and kill the suspect.The suspect yelled something to the police negotiators, who were taking cover behind their cars and trying to negotiate through bullhorns.Angel could hear the hostage crying and begging, the slow beat of her own heart, and the grating growl of the police vehicles’ diesel engines in the street ringing the target, waiting for the suspect’s next move.Her field of fire was across three large suburban lawns and a neighborhood street, over two hundred yards. She was lying prone behind a monster-truck tire, aiming around the hot rubber. Her body—her arms, her chest, her shoulder—interlocked around the rifle. The desert sun beat all around her, reflecting off the cement to bake even the undersides of her arms that held the gun. Her helmet was getting hot, and her sweaty hair stuck to her scalp. At least there was shade under the truck, even though the smell of dirty oil stung her nose.If this were a long shot, like a mile or more, the sun warming the ammunition might make a difference in how fast the propellant in the rounds burned, and she would have to adjust her point of aim accordingly.Angel waited, just as methodically she had waited during the last four hours of this stand-off. She had been aiming at the affluent house for most of that time, rotating her gun sight over the closed windows and doors until eight minutes ago,when this suspect had exited the McMansion with his hostage. She was always ready to squeeze the trigger and was always relaxed as she didn’t.Even though the suspect was 209 yards away, through her scope, Angel saw the target as close as if the end of her rifle was resting on his fat neck.The suspect yanked his shotgun and wheeled his hostage around in front of him like a spaniel on a choke chain. Angel followed him with her gun. The woman’s hands were duct-taped behind her, so she couldn’t catch herself when she tumbled to the sidewalk. Her knees bled through her ripped, pink pants.Angel inhaled smoothly, then held her breath, and then exhaled smoothly, and held it again, always ready to take the shot. Her finger was taut on the trigger, but not jittery. Her body was trained to not squirt hot adrenaline into her blood.This standoff was at a stash house, a domicile where human traffickers change the rules of the game. Most illegal immigrants cross the Mexican border into the US with the help of traffickers, called coyotes, who know the better routes. A few, like this woman, end up in the hands of truly evil men, who kidnap them and hold them for ransom, often sending small body parts to their families in Mexico or raping the women and children while their parents listen on the phone to hurry payment.The evacuated neighbors had been shocked to discover such a travesty in their own neighborhood in North Scottsdale. Sure, this type of atrocity occurred in the Alhambra district, but North Scottsdale was a nice part of town.Angel hadn’t been surprised. The best neighborhoods harbored the worst crime. There was more money to be made, and the police had to be more circumspect about busts and careful about bystanders. Criminals love that.The gunman roared something to the encircling police cars and crouching officers. The wind corrupted his voice over the two hundred yards of lawns and asphalt, and Angel could only hear a harsh bellow as his whole body bowed back like he was belting out a high note. The woman cowered, bending forward as far as the shotgun attached to her neck would let her.Above Angel, flags snapped on another house’s flagpole. The wind had freshened, so she turned the calibration wheel on the turret of her sniper scope. At two hundred yards, a ten mile per hour wind will cause a bullet to drift six and a half inches.The sniper rifle’s stock was hot against her cheek. “Bravo One to command post,” Angel muttered into her microphone. “I have a bead on the suspect. I can take the shot, cold zero.”“Hold your fire. Repeat, hold your fire.” Tony’s voice was calm on the radio in her ear. Tony was her cousin and the Phoenix Police Chief. “The rules of engagement are still at compromised authority. The risk is too great for the hostage outside and the hostages still in the house. Let the negotiators do their job.”Compromised authority rules mean that, if an authority team member is compromised, which means injured, grabbed, or shot at, then everyone—the snipers, the entry team, and the inner perimeter officers—has the authority to take any immediately necessary action to protect the team member, including sniping the bastard.Angel had to wait until the gunman down there killed the hostage or shot at a police officer.The hostage negotiators had been doing their job for four hours. When the suspect had been inside the house, he had been allowed to talk to his girlfriend on the negotiator’s phone, and he had told her that he was going to kill a hostage out front where the television cameras would record the splatter. A conservative radio station had interviewed him via another hostage’s cell phone because authorities cannot use cell phone jammers in any situation. Federal laws protect the nationally controlled airwaves. The hostage-taker had told the radio station that he was going to kill a hostage in plain sight and to keep the cameras rolling, evidently not understanding the video limitations of radio.Since then, the television cameras had arrived and, despite the police’s best efforts, had set up their cameras at the end of the block where their telephoto lenses could capture every shot.Now, that bastard was going to do it.Angel’s calloused finger tightened on the trigger to two pounds of pull. At four pounds, the sniper rifle would fire. Angel had fired a thousand rounds a week through her rifle for six years, over three hundred thousand rounds. She knew the feel of her Remington .308 Police DM rifle far better than most people know the feel of their car’s accelerator.She whispered into her mic, “I can make this shot.”Through her earpiece, her boss Tony said, “Hold your fire. Rules of engagement are not, repeat not, at shot of opportunity.”Shot of opportunity rules of engagement are a license to kill the suspect at the first chance, any chance.“Come on, Tony. I can make this shot with a handgun,” she muttered into her mic.“Hold your fire.”The hot wind blew the target’s voice to Angel’s hide under the truck. His voice was tinny and too high. Through her scope, Angel watched the target roar, “Ten!”Over the radio in her ear, Angel heard police near the scene confirm that the suspect was counting, beginning at ten.The suspect was counting down. At one, the gunman would fire that shotgun and tear that terrified woman’s head off her neck. He was not negotiating his way out of a bad situation; he was a psychopath performing terror theater.Angel said, “This is not a hostage situation. This suspect is an active shooter. He will kill her.”Tony whispered into her ear, “Keep your position. Rules of engagement remain at compromised authority. Hold your fire.”Angel settled herself and watched the target through her scope.She breathed in, held it, and out, and held it. Her finger was tensed and strong on the trigger, ready to move it a fraction of an inch more and release the shot.People think that sniping is sanitary, that the sniper doesn’t feel like a murderer because they’re hundreds of yards away.Through the scope, Angel could see black hairs waving over the suspect’s neck, as close as if she were sitting on his shoulder with a revolver plugged into his ear, so close that he should be able to feel her breath whispering down his neck like the robe of the Angel of Death was blowing around him.The gunman grinned, enjoying the spectacle he was making. All those cops were scampering around at his nutcase bidding.Her own lack of authority to stop this evil act disgusted her. They should shoot him now and end this crime. She could do it. She wanted to.The target threw back his head and hollered, “Nine!”From her other radio channel, Jack Jordan’s deep bass voice whispered, “Bravo Three has an unobstructed shot with a stucco wall backstop behind the target. Do we have authorization to take the shot?” Jordan was her side two sniper, meaning he was the third-ranking sniper on her team. As the primary sniper, Angel covered the front of the building. Her number two sniper, Luke Johnson, covered the back.“Negative,” Angel whispered to Jordan over the radio. “We do not have authorization. Rules of engagement remain at compromised authority. Maintain position.” Jack Jordan was a good sniper who probably wanted to tag this asshole as much as Angel did.To Tony on her other channel, Angel said, “Bravo three has an unobstructed shot with a stucco wall backstop. If I shoot and have a through-and-through wound, the round will strike the house’s front wall. Other hostages are not in danger. We can take a sync’d shot that will stop him.”Snipers don’t shoot to kill. Snipers shoot to stop, an important distinction. Police snipers aren’t killers, just highly effective at stopping a crime in progress.“Negative,” Tony said. “No authorization. Remain at compromised authority.”Down at street level, the police negotiators squatted behind their cars and held their bullhorns, talking, demanding, and pleading in English and Spanish for the suspect to respond. The long cable of a throw-phone snaked from their van to where the suspect had kicked it away from him.“Eight!” the target yelled. He jerked the shotgun, and the hostage stumbled aside.This was the kind of situation Angel had trained for: to save an innocent life by stopping the crime in progress. She thought of herself as a guardian angel for hostages.She coiled tighter around her rifle, ready to strike. “Bravo One to command post. Bravo Three and One will drop him flat.”“We can’t risk it,” Tony said.“Request to elevate the level of engagement to shot of opportunity.” Her sight was dialed in so tight that she squeezed her stock to raise and lower her aim in rhythm with the suspect’s breathing.“Negative,” Tony said.Across the clean, green yards, the gunman yelled, “Seven!”Through her scope, Angel could see the target sweating greasy streaks in the heat. His meaty hands were probably slippery, but the duct-taped one couldn’t slip off the shotgun. No chance of him dropping it.“Six!”“Let me put him down, Cuz,” she said to Tony.Tony whispered through their radio, “There are more people behind him, watching from inside the house. The round might ricochet and hit one of them.”Angel knew that. She knew it better than her cousin Tony because she was far better trained, but she didn’t wave that red flag in his face.She also knew she could kill this target and save that woman.Through her earpiece, another of her snipers, Hunter, said, “This is Bravo Eight, I have an unobstructed line of fire. I can take the shot.”“Negative,” Angel said. “We are at compromised authority.”“Goddamn,” Hunter said, and Angel wanted to agree with him but held her aim.Through the radio, she heard, “Bravo Two, no clear line of fire.” Luke Johnson didn’t have a clear shot from the back of the house.Angel and Jack could pick this guy off. Four snipers surrounded the house, but only one needed a clear line to stop this guy. They had three with clear lines. That was an heir and two spares.In the heat of battle, her body didn’t respond with hyped-up adrenaline. She watched the suspect sweat. She might have been meditating, but for her steady stare down the telescopic sight on the rifle.“Five!” the gunman screamed.She whispered into the microphone, “Bravo Three has a bead with a stucco wall behind the target. I can make a brainstem shot from here. He won’t twitch. Give us the reins.”Tony said, “Let the negotiators do their jobs. If you shoot him and that shotgun goes off and she dies, we’re liable.”“The negotiators aren’t doing shit.”The suspect screamed, “Four!”They had been at the siege for over four hours. Angel’s head ached from the sun glaring on the cement and asphalt around her, and her eyes throbbed from peering through the scope. She whispered into her mic, “When are we going to shoot him?”“We’re not,” Tony said. “Unless he fires at authority personnel, we can’t shoot.”“Three!”The bedlam of the negotiators’ voices hollering at the criminal from all sides escalated. Angel kept the crosshairs on the gunman’s neck and steady pressure on the trigger because, after he shot that poor woman, he would doubtlessly open fire on the police officers and then, finally, she could shoot him.Light glinted off the sidewalk from the overhead sun. “Two!”The woman hostage wrenched her head to the side, black hair flying in the wind.The duct tape around her neck tore.The shotgun blasted, spraying lead shot at the police cars, shattering glass and slamming on steel.Angel squeezed her trigger the last fraction of an inch, sending the bullet through the rifle and into the gunman’s brainstem.He dropped straight down as if through a trapdoor and lay in a glutinous heap on the sidewalk in front of the Desert Victorian house.The woman hostage’s scream wailed high and tinny off the stucco houses and ascended into the clear, blue sky as she ran away. Her hair was a mess of blood, but Angel could see that the shotgun blast had only lightly scalped her. She would be fine.Other captives, around fifty women and children, ran out of the house and grabbed the woman, crying over her. A small boy clung to her neck and sobbed.Angel worked the action on the rifle to chamber another round and kept her sights on the gunman, in case the mound of blood and blubber moved.Angel murmured into her radio, “That counted as firing at authorities, right?”
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Praise for Blair C. Babylon’s other books:
“This is why [Blair C. Babylon] is an author to watch!” ~ Booklist (starred review)
"I stumbled upon this series a few months ago while searching through e-books for the kindle. Out of all of the books I've read, this is by far the best. I have never been the type to read things in installments, but this is the first time I've faithfully awaited each new episode release. The story … is great, the characters are believable, and I can never really guess what is going to happen next. What more could you want in a series?" ~Amazon Review
“This series just takes my breath away. Breathless!!!! That's how this book made me feel from beginning to end. It was one of those books I just couldn't put down until some of my questions were answered. I was constantly on the edge of my seat anxiously hoping it would turn out the way I hoped. I had this same sense of anxious excitement from the very first book of this series and it has not left me yet. This is not your typical cliched novel, where you can tell practically from the first page what is going to happen. Oh no! This book has you waiting with bated breath to see what happens next. I cannot wait for the next book. Ms. Babylon is a genius, who proves every skeptic who says all novels are alike, wrong!” ~Amazon Review
USA Today Bestselling Author Blair C. Babylon is the nom de plume of an award-winning author who used to publish literary fiction under another name. Because professional reviews of her literary fiction usually included the caveat that there was too much plot, too many interesting twists, and too much sex, she decided to abandon all literary pretensions, let her freak flag fly, and write intense thrillers and naughty romantic suspense.
Published on December 22, 2014 17:30
December 20, 2014
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Micah (Damage Control 1) by Jo Raven - She saved his life but doesn’t know him. He knows her but won’t tell her who he is for fear of losing her. Isn’t love weird?

Somebody to Love (Rock Stars in Disguise: Tryp) by Blair Babylon - Meet Tryp, the rock star drummer for Killer Valentine. He's young, he's rich, and his life is perfect, just as long as he never sobers up.
Hot Pursuit (An Iron Tornadoes MC Romance) by Olivia Rigal - What could be worst for an undercover cop than embracing the spirit of the MC he has infiltrated? Falling hard for a woman who loves the biker he is supposed to be.
Meeting Mr. Steele by Melanie Marchande - She hired an actor to play her romance author alter ego at public appearances, but she didn’t count on him stealing her heart.
Mixed Up by Sky Corgan - When Kira walked up the steps of the Enkidu Industries building for a job interview, she never expected to find her potential new employer completely naked.
Midnight Moonlight by V. J. Chambers - A werewolf twist on “Beauty and the Beast:” Trapped with a wild man. Drawn to his ferocious heat. She will fight to get free and to tame him, to bring back his humanity.
Sorority Saint by Daizie Draper - When a brash musician entices a shy dancer into performing in his sexy jazz video, the heated tension between these polar opposites could ignite lasting passion or completely scorch them both.
Crossed (A Prequel to the Crossed Series) by Lacey Silks - She is looking for the one. He never thought the one existed. But the one thing that connects them can also tear them apart.
Get To Me (8th Sin Series, Book 1) by Holly Hood - Sometimes the past and present can cloud your future.
Electric Blue Butterflies (Will o' the Wisp Series #1) by Irma Geddon - When an arranged marriage between childhood soul mates ends in tragedy, Constance learns to trust that love knows no limit---not even death.
Sweetest Temptations (Blue Collar Series, #1) by J.C. Valentine - A tenacious bakery shop owner has everything she ever wanted, until a hunky firefighter walks through her door.
Published on December 20, 2014 07:41
December 10, 2014
New Thriller about Police Snipers and Hostage Negotiators by Blair Babylon!
BRAND NEW THRILLERFROM BLAIR BABYLON!The Angel of Death(Police Snipers and Hostage Negotiators #1)An Angel Day NovelDECEMBER 23, 2014
To protect and to serve, or to save her own brother?
Angel Day, the lead sniper for the Phoenix Police Department, got her nickname “The Angel of Death” the old-fashioned way: she earned it for her ruthless efficiency at stopping crimes with one well-placed bullet. When a massive call-out down by the Mexican Border reveals a terrorist cell and turns into a standoff, Angel’s youngest brother, the lost soul of her family, texts her that he is inside that barricaded house, and her orders are to shoot anything that moves.
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Praise for Blair C. Babylon’s other books:
“This is why [Blair C. Babylon] is an author to watch!” ~ Booklist (starred review)
"I stumbled upon this series a few months ago while searching through e-books for the kindle. Out of all of the books I've read, this is by far the best. I have never been the type to read things in installments, but this is the first time I've faithfully awaited each new episode release. The story … is great, the characters are believable, and I can never really guess what is going to happen next. What more could you want in a series?" ~Amazon Review
“This series just takes my breath away. Breathless!!!! That's how this book made me feel from beginning to end. It was one of those books I just couldn't put down until some of my questions were answered. I was constantly on the edge of my seat anxiously hoping it would turn out the way I hoped. I had this same sense of anxious excitement from the very first book of this series and it has not left me yet. This is not your typical cliched novel, where you can tell practically from the first page what is going to happen. Oh no! This book has you waiting with bated breath to see what happens next. I cannot wait for the next book. Ms. Babylon is a genius, who proves every skeptic who says all novels are alike, wrong!” ~Amazon Review
USA Today Bestselling Author Blair C. Babylon is the nom de plume of an award-winning author who used to publish literary fiction under another name. Because professional reviews of her literary fiction usually included the caveat that there was too much plot, too many interesting twists, and too much sex, she decided to abandon all literary pretensions, let her freak flag fly, and write intense thrillers and naughty romantic suspense.
Published on December 10, 2014 07:00
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December 2, 2014
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MICAH (Damage Control 1) by Jo Raven - She saved his life but doesn’t know him. He knows her but won’t tell her who he is for fear of losing her. Isn’t love weird?
SOMEBODY TO LOVE (Rock Stars in Disguise: Tryp) by Blair Babylon - Meet Tryp, the rock star drummer for Killer Valentine. He's young, he's rich, and his life is perfect, just as long as he never sobers up.
HOT PURSUIT (An Iron Tornadoes MC Romance) by Olivia Rigal - What could be worst for an undercover cop than embracing the spirit of the MC he has infiltrated? Falling hard for a woman who loves the biker he is supposed to be.
MIXED UP by Sky Corgan - When Kira walked up the steps of the Enkidu Industries building for a job interview, she never expected to find her potential new employer completely naked.
MIDNIGHT MOONLIGHT by V. J. Chambers - A werewolf twist on “Beauty and the Beast:” Trapped with a wild man. Drawn to his ferocious heat. She will fight to get free and to tame him, to bring back his humanity.
SORORITY SAINT by Daizie Draper - When a brash musician entices a shy dancer into performing in his sexy jazz video, the heated tension between these polar opposites could ignite lasting passion or completely scorch them both.
CROSSED (A Prequel to the Crossed Series) by Lacey Silks - She is looking for the one. He never thought the one existed. But the one thing that connects them can also tear them apart.
GET TO ME (8th Sin Series, Book 1) by Holly Hood - Sometimes the past and present can cloud your future.
ELECTRIC BLUE BUTTERFLIES (Will o' the Wisp Series #1) by Irma Geddon - When an arranged marriage between childhood soul mates ends in tragedy, Constance learns to trust that love knows no limit---not even death.
SWEETEST TEMPTATIONS (Blue Collar Series, #1) by J.C. Valentine - A tenacious bakery shop owner has everything she ever wanted, until a hunky firefighter walks through her door.
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Published on December 02, 2014 06:33
December 1, 2014
Two New Releases Upcoming from Blair Babylon in December, 2014!

I've only had a few releases the last couple months, but that's because I've been saving up! December is going to be a busy month for releases, and I hope you'll like these books that I've been working on for you!
Release Date: December 16, 2014
Tryp Areleous is a rock star drummer for Killer Valentine, the hottest band on the planet. His life is a whirlwind of liquor, women, and screaming crowds. He’s just turned twenty-one, and his life is perfect, just as long as he never sobers up.
Elfie Tilsi has been a pyrotechnics technician (don’t call her a “roadie,”) with the breaking-out rock band Killer Valentine for two years, ever since she ran away from home. The musicians of Killer Valentine are beginning to crack, mainly from the unrelenting stress and limitless excess of touring. When the band manager tasks her with babysitting the drummer, Tryp, she tries being a little kind to him and quickly discovers that his problems are far deeper than just the rock and roll lifestyle. When they begin to bond, to fall in love, Tryp opens up to her and, with her encouragement, writes a song, but men arrive and threaten him and the whole band with death and ruin if he ever reveals anything about his past again.

Someone To Love (Rock Stars in Disguise: Tryp) is the continuation of the story of the rock band Killer Valentine. Yes, you'll see Rhiannon, Jonas, Xan, and the rest of the band in this novel, but it's all about Tryp and Elfie.
Someone To Love (Rock Stars in Disguise: Tryp) will be published in the Red Hot Alphas Box Set on December 16, 2014 along with 10 other wonderful novels by NYT and USA Today bestselling authors. I'm blessed to be associated with this wonderful group of writers.
Stay tuned for pre-order links everywhere!

Release Date: December 23, 2014
To protect and to serve, or to save her own brother?
Angel Day, the lead sniper for the Phoenix Police Department, got her nickname “The Angel of Death” the old-fashioned way: she earned it for her ruthless efficiency at stopping crimes with one well-placed bullet. When a massive call-out down by the Mexican Border reveals a terrorist cell and turns into a standoff, Angel’s youngest brother, the lost soul of her family, texts her that he is inside that barricaded house, and her orders are to shoot anything that moves.
This thriller is a companion novel to Billionaires in Disguise: Lizzy and continues some of the threads planted in that series. Yes, Angel Day is The Angel of Death, the police sniper on the hill behind Theo's house. There are some very important clues in the Lizzy books as to what's happening in the Angel Day books, and it's a twisty, turny plot with lots still to be revealed.
Hope you enjoy my two December releases, and I've got two more in January, and another in February! Happy holidays!
Blair
Published on December 01, 2014 16:31
September 19, 2014
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What A Girl Wants Rock Stars in Disguise: Rhiannon
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Music is a bitch mistress.
When Rhiannon is hired as a back-up singer for Killer Valentine, the hottest breakout rock band on the planet, her contract includes an iron-clad no-fraternization clause. However, it doesn’t take her long to figure out that Killer Valentine is falling apart from the stresses of touring and promotion. The band’s manager Jonas Rees, a green-eyed starmaker, is frantically trying to prevent them from self-destructing during their grueling tour and right before their first major-label record deal, but neither Jonas nor Rhiannon can deny the attraction that flares between them.
When the band’s problems threaten to derail the tour and Jonas slips and reveals their relationship, the lead singer demands that Rhiannon choose between music and love.
What A Girl Wants is the first novel in a series of stand alone novels about Killer Valentine. Rock Stars in Disguise: Tryp will be published in December, 2014.

Published on September 19, 2014 05:48
September 17, 2014
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EXCERPT:
Rhiannon drew herself up to her full five feet plus two whole inches, lifted her pudgy chin and nose in the air, and walked into the conference room.
Inside, a black-suited security team stood behind five men sitting at a conference table. The seated guys looked like a staff meeting on Olympus: like the platinum-blond Sun God Apollo shone brilliant in his beauty beside radiant Eros, God of Love, who slept beside the seductive devil, black-haired Thanatos, who was the deification of Death, and two more blazingly beautiful demi-gods.
Rhiannon stopped hard, nearly catching her high heels on the carpeting.
Oh my God.
Those guys had been on the cover of last month’s Rolling Stone—all shirtless in the cover photo because they were beyond ripped, they were frickin’ shredded— because they had released two indie, MP3-only albums that had gone platinum.
The article’s headline was War Breaks Out over Killer Valentine because three major-label recording companies had launched a vicious bidding war for their next work.
Holy cow.
Well, she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone looking at her on the stage.
PUBLICATION DATE: September 23rd.
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EXCERPT:
Rhiannon drew herself up to her full five feet plus two whole inches, lifted her pudgy chin and nose in the air, and walked into the conference room.
Inside, a black-suited security team stood behind five men sitting at a conference table. The seated guys looked like a staff meeting on Olympus: like the platinum-blond Sun God Apollo shone brilliant in his beauty beside radiant Eros, God of Love, who slept beside the seductive devil, black-haired Thanatos, who was the deification of Death, and two more blazingly beautiful demi-gods.
Rhiannon stopped hard, nearly catching her high heels on the carpeting.
Oh my God.
Those guys had been on the cover of last month’s Rolling Stone—all shirtless in the cover photo because they were beyond ripped, they were frickin’ shredded— because they had released two indie, MP3-only albums that had gone platinum.
The article’s headline was War Breaks Out over Killer Valentine because three major-label recording companies had launched a vicious bidding war for their next work.
Holy cow.
Well, she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone looking at her on the stage.
PUBLICATION DATE: September 23rd.
Published on September 17, 2014 07:54
September 7, 2014
What A Girl Wants (Rock Stars in Disguise: Rhiannon) -- Release is September 23rd!

Music is a bitch mistress.
When Rhiannon is hired as a back-up singer for Killer Valentine, the hottest breakout rock band on the planet, her contract includes an iron-clad no-fraternization clause. However, it doesn’t take her long to figure out that Killer Valentine is falling apart from the stresses of touring and promotion. The band’s manager Jonas Rees, a green-eyed starmaker, is frantically trying to prevent them from self-destructing during their grueling tour and right before their first major-label record deal, but neither Jonas nor Rhiannon can deny the attraction that flares between them.
When the band’s problems threaten to derail the tour and Jonas slips and reveals their relationship, the lead singer demands that Rhiannon choose between music and love.
PUBLICATION DATE: September 23rd.
Available for pre-order soon.
Published on September 07, 2014 06:18