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  He lost her once. He won’t lose her again.

  Despite an illustrious career as a top hostage negotiator, Joe Matarazzo is haunted by the past. It was a year ago that three innocent lives were lost under his watch. But Joe isn’t the only one who remembers that day. When Joe’s exes begin to fall victim to a violent stalker, Joe seeks the help of Laura Birchwood—a lawyer and the woman he once loved. Despite old wounds, Laura agrees to help Joe find out who’s framing him. And while they expect to be met with danger, they’re unprepared for passion that still burns strong, and their determination to give what was between them a second chance.

  Omega Sector: Critical Response

  Joe pulled her close again and they crossed the street to her house.

  She handed him the key to her door. “You know, I think it’s safer for you if I stay at your house until we find Bailey Heath.”

  He slid her jacket off her shoulders and Laura turned to look at him, smiling. “Oh, yeah? And is some psychopath stalker the only reason you’re interested in staying here?”

  He hung her jacket on the back of the dining room chair and soon his followed suit. He turned his gaze on her. It could be called nothing less than predatory.

  Everything inside her heated at the look in his eyes.

  “Are you saying you might be interested in something other than me being your bodyguard?” He took a step closer.

  “I’m pretty sure there’s something I’d like you to do with my body, but guard it isn’t what I had in mind.” She gripped the waistband of his jeans and pulled him closer. She took a step back until her spine was fully up against the door.

  He was everything she should run from. He was everything she craved.

  OVERWHELMING

  FORCE

  Janie Crouch

  Janie Crouch has loved to read romance her whole life. She cut her teeth on Harlequin Romance novels as a preteen, then moved on to a passion for romantic suspense as an adult. Janie lives with her husband and four children overseas. She enjoys traveling, long-distance running, movie watching, knitting and adventure/obstacle racing. You can find out more about her at janiecrouch.com.

  Books by Janie Crouch

  Harlequin Intrigue

  Omega Sector: Critical Response

  Special Forces Savior

  Fully Committed

  Armored Attraction

  Man of Action

  Overwhelming Force

  Omega Sector

  Infiltration

  Countermeasures

  Untraceable

  Leverage

  Primal Instinct

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Joe Matarazzo—Hostage negotiator for Omega Sector’s Critical Response Division. Wealthy, charming, dangerous.

  Laura Birchwood—Colorado attorney who has a history with Joe Matarazzo. He’s already destroyed her once. She should stay as far from him as she can.

  Derek Waterman—SWAT leader for Omega. Raised on a ranch in Wyoming, and with a past in Special Forces, he’s a warrior at heart. Married to Molly Humphries.

  Lillian Muir—Sole female member of Omega’s SWAT team. Helicopter pilot. Sharpshooter.

  Steve Drackett—Director of the Critical Response Division of Omega Sector.

  Jon Hatton—Crisis-management expert and profiler for Omega. Engaged to Sherry Mitchell.

  Sherry Mitchell—Talented forensic artist; engaged to Jon Hatton.

  Molly Humphries-Waterman—Married to Derek Waterman. Six months’ pregnant. Criminal pathologist and head of the forensic lab at Omega Sector.

  Lance Thompson—Detective for the Colorado Springs Police Department. Knows something isn’t right and is determined to get to the bottom of it.

  Deacon Crandall—Friend of Joe’s, a man who gets things done. Works inside the law, or sometimes outside if he needs to.

  Summer Worrall—Lost her husband, Tyler, in a hostage situation a year ago.

  Omega Sector: Critical Response team—Made up of the most elite agents our nation has to offer; providing expertise and support to local law enforcement for crises of all kinds.

  To Allison, my editor. You gave me my first shot and I’ll forever be grateful. Here we are, ten books later, and you still haven’t gotten a restraining order against me yet. I’ll consider that a win. Thank you for all you do.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Excerpt from Mountain Shelter by Cassie Miles

  Chapter One

  She’d watched him for a year.

  She’d traveled all over the country going wherever he went. Others might call it pathetic, but she didn’t think so. Besides, what else did she have to do since he’d taken everything from her?

  Joe Matarazzo had cost her the man she’d loved. Losing everything after that—her job, her friends, her home—had been his fault, too. Joe Matarazzo had cost her the future.

  So now she journeyed around and watched him. Or when she couldn’t travel she scoured the internet for information about him.

  Whenever she heard his name on a police scanner she prepared to rush to the scene. She had no doubt he would save the day once again.

  Why couldn’t he have saved the day when it had mattered the most?

  Fire had taken the man she loved. Joe Matarazzo could have stopped it, but he hadn’t. Hadn’t tried hard enough, not like he would today. Not like how hard she’d seen him try in all his other successful situations. He had the most important job: rescuing those who couldn’t rescue themselves. Leading them to safety. Putting their lives before his own.

  But he hadn’t done his job a year ago. Almost exactly a year ago now. On that day he hadn’t tried hard enough. Hadn’t cared enough about those he tried to help.

  Since that time she had observed him, followed him, studied him. She knew everything about him. Because of that, she could say with a clear conscience that he was guilty.

  The time had come for Joe Matarazzo to atone for his wrongdoings. To suffer for the lives he’d lost.

  He’d paid no price for what he’d done. Instead, he had women, he had money, he had everything. But soon that would change. She would see to it.

  First, Joe would fall. And as he did, he would know the pain of losing what he cared about most.

  Then he would burn.

  Just like the fire that had taken her love.

  * * *

  “CASANOVA HAS STRUCK AGAIN. I know it’s hard, fellas—don’t be jealous just because Joe Matarazzo looks better on your girl than her outfit.”

  Joe rolled his eyes and tried to snatch the newspaper clipping out of Derek Waterman’s—Joe’s Omega Sector Critical Response Division colleague—hands. Derek shifted slightly, holding the paper just beyond Joe’s reach since they were both strapped into the bench seat of the twin-engine helicopter.

  Who even read a physical newspaper anymore? Joe hadn’t looked at a news report that wasn’t on his smartphone or computer for years. Not that his dating life was news, print version or otherwise.

  Joe had no idea why so many people would want to read about his love life. Yeah, his family had money—a lot of it—and yeah, he’d grown up with some Hollywood A-listers and ended up photographed a lot.

  And yeah—he grinned just a little, glancing out the helicopter’s window as Derek continued to read and the seventy miles between Colorado Springs and Denver whirled past—Joe tended to be a bit of a bad boy. Had a reputation with the ladies.

  So what? He liked women.

  “The lady du jour was Natasha Suzanne Bleat, daughter of British diplomat Marcus Bleat...”

  Joe tuned out as Derek read Natasha’s impressive list of family credentials through the headphones that allowed all of them to communicate with each other. Jon Hatton and Lillian Muir—the first an Omega profiler and the second Omega SWAT like Derek—listened raptly from the pilot and copilot seats where Lillian controlled the aircraft.

  Seriously, Joe’s colleagues loved this stuff, ridiculous as it may be. They had a whole scrapbook full of Joe’s clippings.

  Joe had grown up with press and had learned to pretty much ignore it. The press had their own agenda and nobody’s best interests in mind but theirs. He learned that lesson a little too late, but learned it.

  And it wasn’t like paparazzi followed him around. Yet for whatever reason, gossip sites and society pages loved to report on his dating life. A dating life he had to admit was pretty extensive. Everyone called him Casanova. The press and even his colleagues at Omega.

  Joe wasn’t offended. It took a hell of a lot more to offend him.

  “...the redhead beauty was last seen entering the Los Angeles Four Seasons with Joe, arm in arm.”

  Joe raised his gaze heavenward with a long-suffering sigh and waited for the rest, but that was it.

  “Last seen?” Joe finally succeeded in snatching the paper away from Derek. “They make it sound like I killed her and hid her body.”

  “Oh, it sounds like you did something to her body, but I don’t think anyone figures you killed her. At least not literally.” Lillian snickered from her pilot’s seat.

  “I have no idea how you get so lucky, dude.” Derek closed his eyes and leaned farther back on the bench seat next to Joe. “No matter what city we’re in, the women throw themselves at you.”

  Joe could’ve pointed out that speeding their way to a hostage negotiation scene was probably not the time to discuss the press version of his love life. But he knew this sort of distraction helped keep the team loose and relaxed.

  There would be plenty of time for tension and focus when they landed and assessed the scene.

  Joe shrugged. “What can I say? I’m #blessed, man.” He made the hashtag symbol with his hands, tapping his fingers together.

  Everyone groaned.

  “Don’t make me shoot you. I’d catch flack for shooting an unarmed man.” Derek didn’t open his eyes as he said it.

  Joe was the only unarmed person in the helicopter. Although he was trained in the use of a number of weapons, he almost always went into situations unarmed.

  He was Omega Sector’s top hostage negotiator. And he was damn good at his job.

  Joseph Gregory Terrance Matarazzo III didn’t need a career. At least, didn’t need one for a salary. He’d been born with money, had known its benefits his entire life. Had used those benefits for a carefree, fun-loving existence until about six years ago when he’d turned twenty-five and decided maybe he’d like to do something with his time besides sit around and look good.

  The laid-back, playboy, slacker and media darling had decided to become a better man.

  Joe had skills. Not the same skills Derek had in his ability to formulate the best tactical advantage in any given hostile situation. Or the ones Lillian had with the many ways she could kill someone not only through the use of weapons, but just her scary, tiny, bare hands. Or Hatton with whatever he did, which was pretty much overthink everything and come up with scenarios and means of handling crises.

  Joe’s skills rested with people. He had a charming way with others. He knew it. Everybody knew it. Joe excelled at talking to people, listening to them, making them feel comfortable. He was likable, a cool kid. The type of person people wanted to be around.

  It wasn’t an act. Joe honestly cared about people, even the hostage-takers he was sent to talk to. So he tried his damnedest to connect with the people in these situations, to listen to them and see what he could do so everyone could leave the situation alive. If Joe did his job right, nobody had to get hurt.

  If he didn’t do his job right, the Dereks and Lillians with the guns came in with a different solution.

  Most of the time Joe successfully completed his mission and nobody was harmed. Sometimes there was no other way and the bad guys got wounded or worse. Joe was trained—and wasn’t hesitant—to make the hard call when he knew he wasn’t going to be able to neutralize the situation and SWAT needed to step in and take the tangos out. That situation wasn’t Joe’s preference, but he didn’t lose sleep when it happened.

  Every once in a while something went terribly wrong and innocent people got hurt. Joe touched a burn scar at the base of his neck, one that continued over his shoulder and partway down his back. Innocent people had been hurt that day a year ago. Innocent people had died.

  Joe planned to use his skills today to make sure another situation like that didn’t happen again.

  Derek and Jon began arguing over the name of the woman the press had spotted Joe with a few days before Natasha during an Omega case in Austin, Texas.

  “Her name was Kerri. I’m telling you.” Jon’s voice came crisply through the headphones. “Kerri with an i. I remember it clear as day.”

  “No,” Derek said. “That was the one before. Austin was Kelli. But also with an i.”

  Joe wondered what Derek’s brilliant wife, Molly, the crime lab director at Omega, and Jon’s fiancée, Sherry Mitchell, a hugely talented forensic artist, would have to say about their men’s topic of conversation.

  No doubt they would find it as ridiculous as Joe did.

  Joe remembered both Kerri and Kelli. He’d had dinner with one, a drink at a bar with the other. Nothing more. Just like the night at the hotel with Natasha when Joe had walked her, admittedly arm in arm, to her room. And left her there.

  Because, hell, nobody could be as much of a Casanova as the press wanted to label him. God knew he wasn’t a monk, but sometimes the women he was with were just pleasant company—clothes on—and nothing more.

  But Joe hated to deny his colleagues their fun.

  “Would you like me to settle this, boys?” he asked, sighing.

  “For the love of all that is holy, please yes, Matarazzo, settle this.” Lillian’s higher voice cut through the baritone of the three men.

  “You’re both wrong. It was Kerri and Kelli. Both of them in Austin. Together.” Joe smiled as he told the lie.

  If they wanted Casanova he would give it to them. He knew he probably shouldn’t since it reinforced what his colleagues already thought to be the truth about him: that he was less part of the Omega team and more like a novelty. But Joe was great at figuring out what people needed and becoming that, at least for a little while. A distraction en route to a troublesome situation? No problem.

  Hatton and Derek both groaned, neither knowing whether to believe him.

  “I’m going to check some of the gossip sites when I get back to HQ,” Hatton threatened.

  “You do that,” Joe responded. “Because you know everything they publish can be taken as gospel.”

  Silence fell as they flew the last few miles and Lillian landed the helicopter on the roof helipad of a building that had been cleared two blocks from First National Bank of South Denver. Temporary home of two bad guys and a dozen or so hostages.

  Lillian landed and switched off the rotors. “Time to go to work, boys.”

  Joe slid the door open and he and Derek both ducked their heads and briskly made their way down the stairs, out of the building and over to the bank. Jon quickly joined them as they found the officer in charge. Lillian would be there after she took care of the helicopter. Jokes and talk about Joe’s exploits ceased. Omega now had a job to do.

  The older man shook everyone’s hand. “I’m Sheriff Richardson. We appreciate you coming out so quickly.”

  “We need the most up-to-date intel you have,” Derek told the sheriff. Joe was glad the locals had called Omega and egos hadn’t come into play. Situations like this tended to be delicate enough without law enforcement working against each other.

  Richardson nodded. “We have two men in their midtwenties holding, as best as we can tell, sixteen people hostage inside the bank. Two of those hostages are children. They’ve been inside for two hours and we haven’t been able to speak with them, despite trying multiple times.”

  Richardson turned from Derek to Joe. “You’re the negotiator, right? The city has a good one of our own, but she had a baby a couple of days ago. She was still going to come in but I put a stop to that immediately.”

  Joe nodded. “That was the right decision. I won’t let you down, Sheriff. I’ll do my very best to get everyone out safely.”

  “Do you have building plans for the bank, Sheriff?” Derek asked.

  “Yes.” He gestured over to a younger man who brought them over. Lillian joined them, and she, Derek and Hatton were soon poring over the plans.