Bullets and Dandelions by Gail Koger

It’s 1990, women snipers are unheard of & Tess Reynold’s mission In the Middle East just got complicated. She has a rogue CIA agent on her trail, and her life depends on trusting a hot, but infuriating Force Recon Marine.

Bullets and Dandelions

A Deputy Gemma Stone Prequel

by Gail Koger

Genre: Action, Comedy, Romance

My name is Tess Reynolds, and I’ll admit few people would think I’m a badass Army sniper called the Scorpion. Afterall, women snipers were unheard of in 1990. People look at me and see a petite blonde who is cute as a button. My father calls it my natural camouflage.
My time in the Middle East has been full of unforeseen complications. I have a rogue CIA agent trying to kill me and I caught the attention of a Force Recon Marine by the name of Alexander Stone. Wowzer! He’s hot but he’s also the biggest jackass I have ever met. To make things even more interesting, I need the Jackass’s help to stay alive.
This novella is the prequel to the Gemma Stone series. How it all began.

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The smell from the mess hall drew me like a magnet. I was having one of everything. Grabbing a tray, I went down the line until there was no more room on my plate.

A soldier eyed my tray in disbelief. “Are you sure you’ve got enough food?”

“Nope, I’m coming back for seconds.” I carried my tray over to an empty table and started eating.

“On your feet soldier,” Sergeant Stone growled.

Well, hell. I plastered a confused look on my face and looked up at him. “Excuse me?”

“Drop the act. You know why I’m here.”

“Sorry, but I don’t.” I went back to eating.

Sergeant Stone studied my face. “Are you the Scorpion?”

I picked up my glass of water and drained it.

“Answer the question.”

“By your stench, you’ve been out in the sun too long. Maybe you should have a medic check you over for heat stroke. It might explain your mental confusion too,” I said pleasantly.

“I could have you arrested for assault,” Sergeant Stone snapped.

I raised my eyebrows. “Got any proof of this brutal assault, sergeant? Like a picture or fingerprints or some kind of hard evidence?”

“Footprints.”

Shit! Shit! Shit! “Call me curious, but who did I assault?”

His lips twisted in self-mockery. “Me.”

“Un huh, and where did this horrible assault occur?  

“The village of Tarin Kowt.”

“Never heard of it.” I took a big bite of chocolate cake. God, it tasted so good.

“You’re the blonde midget we’ve been tracking for the last two days, and I can prove it.”

Midget?  That was kinda rude. “I’m not the person you’re looking for.”

“Yes, you are. Now get up. You are coming with me.”

“No.” I shoveled more food in my mouth.

“You see these sergeant stripes? I outrank you,” Stone bellowed.

I glanced up at him. “Do you?”

Sergeant Stone narrowed his eyes. “I don’t see any lieutenant bars on your shirt.”

“So?”

“On your feet soldier!”

“No.”

His left eye twitched.  “What did you say?”

“Are you hard of hearing too? I’m not going anywhere with you.” I took another bite.

His huge hand clamped around my arm, and he jerked me around. “I could have you thrown in the brig for insubordination.”

“Okay.” That sounded pretty darn good. I could get some much-needed sleep.

“Show me the heel of your left boot.”

I rolled my eyes. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m eating.”

“Now, soldier.”

My temper flared to life. All I wanted to do with eat my dinner in peace, but that wasn’t going to happen. “Go away before I hurt you.”

Sergeant Stone laughed. “You? Hurt me?”

“Yeah. Since I supposedly assaulted you already, why not again?” That’s when I noticed everyone in the mess hall was watching us and I didn’t care. So what if Pops or Captain Harris got angry. I was sick to death of men pushing me around.

The idiot reached for my left leg.

I hit him upside the head with the metal water jug and rammed my boot into his stomach.

“Sonovabitch.” Sergeant Stone staggered backward and shook his head to clear it. “That was a mistake.”

The menace in his dark brown eyes had me diving under the table.

“You can’t outrun me.”

Maybe not, but I wasn’t planning on running. I kicked him off his feet.

Sergeant Stone crashed to the floor. His merciless gaze locked on me. “You want to play? Game on, Tinkerbell.”

Damn, he was scarier than Pops when he was riled up. Rolling to the other side of the table, I jumped up and grabbed a plastic tray. The instant he popped up, I hurled it at him like a frisbee.

Thud! It hit Sergeant Stone in the face. Blood gushed from his nose, but somehow, he managed to stay on his feet. He grinned at me.

Shit. I wouldn’t last two minutes in hand-to-hand combat with him, and he knew it. Anything I could get my hands on; I threw at him.

With unbelievable ease, Sergeant Stone ducked and dodged the projectiles.

He could give Pops a run for his money.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sergeant Stone said.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. He had a glob of mashed potatoes perched on the top of his head.  To make it even better, pieces of corn, gravy, and coleslaw were splattered over his beard and uniform. “Gee, sugar, I don’t have a problem hurting you.”

 

 

Howdy. My name is Gail Koger and once upon a time I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher. Too many
years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an uncontrollable craving for chocolate. I took up writing science fiction romance to keep from killing people. So far, it has worked.

 

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