ABOUT DELTA: REVENGE A Tortured Hero with a Heart of Gold Growing up on the streets of Rio de Janeiro, Javier Almeida has only his older sister to protect him. When she’s sold to a human-trafficker, he vows to hunt down those responsible. Years later, Titan Group’s Delta team finds him, tattooed and brawling, a vigilante protector with information they want. They take him in and train him, working him harder than a man should be driven, until he’s a soldier harboring an obsession. Ready for revenge, Javier ghosts his way across the globe, tracking the men who took his sister and working elite private security jobs. Meets Sweet and Sassy Jilted at the altar, Sophia Cole turns the reception into a one-woman party. She’s intent on devouring all the cake and champagne, so she can bask in the calories she’s been avoiding. In the midst of the revelry, he walks in, the one man she can never ignore. Javier is her older brother’s black ops teammate—an automatic Do Not Go There. But if there’s one thing better than fondant and a buzz to ease the wounds of a cheating fiancé, it might be a one-night stand with a South American military man. It's a Game Changer Javier didn’t expect to see Sophia again. He never thought he would even want to see her again. He shouldn’t have touched her, but his mind won’t stay away from her. Now, Sophia Cole is thousands of miles away from the safety of her parents’ lavish estate and working alongside him in hell. She’s a staffer at an Embassy, and he’s there to keep them alive. There are bombs and bullets and blood-hungry enemies. And then she’s taken. Gone. Just like his sister. But so much worse.
Her head tilted toward the dresser where she’d placed her post-reception creature-comfort plan. “I’m gorging on enough cake for four people and ready to cut off my dress and drink a bottle of champagne by myself.”
He laughed and tilted his head toward his champagne bottle on the nightstand. “Feel you on the bubbly.”
She smiled, taking a step closer. “So, you’re about as okay as I am.”
His smile wavered but came back. “Your day is worse than mine.”
Her eyes bounced to his opened bottle. “Good bubbly?”
He nodded. “Not bad.”
“Good. Think I’ll join you.” Sophia grabbed the scissors and the bottle, sawing at the foil. She could go into a war zone and covertly try to change the world, yet she had no flipping idea how to open a bottle of champagne. Her mother would have died. Surely that had been taught in a cotillion class or something. Or maybe not.
“Hey, hey, stop.” Javier stood from his perch on the bed. “You’re going to slit your wrist or lose a finger.” In a few strides, he took the bottle and blade, shaking his head. “Have you ever seen someone open champagne with scissors?”
Well, no. “That’s not why I brought them with me.”
He pulled off the foil and popped the cork, giving her a look before handing her back the bottle. “Drink the whole thing, and you’ll have a hell of a hangover.”
She shrugged. “I’m operating without a plan. We’ll see how the night goes.”
“No plan, no problem?” That accent was intoxicating, far more so than the pricey alcohol. “Doesn’t work like that.” His thick arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes were the deep color of coffee, and his hair was long enough she could have threaded her fingers into it, but not a strand was out of place. And the dress pants and a button-down shirt? Wow, the whole look fit in a way that made her delusional. “Are… you okay?”
“Um.” Shit. She was staring at the massive man, silently studying what proved God might’ve been a woman, because to make a man that chiseled and perfect? Oh boy. Sophia was still staring. “Cake?”
He laughed quietly. “No, thanks.”
“You don’t eat cake?”
He gave a nonanswer with a slight turn of his head.
“Then you should go.” She nodded, taking the scissors back from his hand. “I don’t trust people who won’t eat cake.”
Her head tilted toward the dresser where she’d placed her post-reception creature-comfort plan. “I’m gorging on enough cake for four people and ready to cut off my dress and drink a bottle of champagne by myself.”
He laughed and tilted his head toward his champagne bottle on the nightstand. “Feel you on the bubbly.”
She smiled, taking a step closer. “So, you’re about as okay as I am.”
His smile wavered but came back. “Your day is worse than mine.”
Her eyes bounced to his opened bottle. “Good bubbly?”
He nodded. “Not bad.”
“Good. Think I’ll join you.” Sophia grabbed the scissors and the bottle, sawing at the foil. She could go into a war zone and covertly try to change the world, yet she had no flipping idea how to open a bottle of champagne. Her mother would have died. Surely that had been taught in a cotillion class or something. Or maybe not.
“Hey, hey, stop.” Javier stood from his perch on the bed. “You’re going to slit your wrist or lose a finger.” In a few strides, he took the bottle and blade, shaking his head. “Have you ever seen someone open champagne with scissors?”
Well, no. “That’s not why I brought them with me.”
He pulled off the foil and popped the cork, giving her a look before handing her back the bottle. “Drink the whole thing, and you’ll have a hell of a hangover.”
She shrugged. “I’m operating without a plan. We’ll see how the night goes.”
“No plan, no problem?” That accent was intoxicating, far more so than the pricey alcohol. “Doesn’t work like that.” His thick arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes were the deep color of coffee, and his hair was long enough she could have threaded her fingers into it, but not a strand was out of place. And the dress pants and a button-down shirt? Wow, the whole look fit in a way that made her delusional. “Are… you okay?”
“Um.” Shit. She was staring at the massive man, silently studying what proved God might’ve been a woman, because to make a man that chiseled and perfect? Oh boy. Sophia was still staring. “Cake?”
He laughed quietly. “No, thanks.”
“You don’t eat cake?”
He gave a nonanswer with a slight turn of his head.
“Then you should go.” She nodded, taking the scissors back from his hand. “I don’t trust people who won’t eat cake.”
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