William cursed. “How much more info do they have?”
Rebecca noticed he was looking a little pale. She couldn’t blame him. She’d pulled him into this to be little more than a figurehead, and now it looked like accepting the position was going to cost him more than he’d ever imagined.
“We don’t know, but I think we can expect it to get worse,” Ivy admitted, looking a little worried herself.
Rebecca took a deep breath. “What do we do to get in front of this? How do we contain it?”
The grim expression on Landon’s face told her everything she needed to know before he said a single word.
“Over the past few days, we’ve watched the country lose its collective mind over the existence of shifters and hybrids and the fact that the world they thought they knew is a lie,” the former Special Forces soldier announced. “Tonight, they’ve learned a covert government organization not only knew about shifters and hybrids but has been using them to conduct missions in secret around the globe.” He snorted. “There’s no getting in front of this, Rebecca, and there’s no containing it. Every secret this organization has fought to keep hidden has been exposed. The only thing that matters now is what happens next. And we’re going to have to deal with the fact that it won’t be us deciding how this plays out. It’s going to be those people out there.”
On the screen, a crowd of angry people had already started gathering at the gates of the DCO.
Rebecca stared at the TV. How were any of them going to survive everything coming their way after this?
Acknowledgments
I hope you enjoyed X-Ops Exposed! Tanner and Zarina’s story was a long time coming, and they had to go through some crazy stuff before they got their happily ever after.
Even though this story is fiction, soldiers experiencing PTSD from things they’ve seen in combat is all too real. Sadly, a veteran commits suicide every twenty-two minutes. If you or someone you know is dealing with PTSD, always know that there are people out there to help.
As for X-Ops, now that the world knows about shifters and hybrids, nothing is ever going to be the same for the Department of Covert Operations.
This whole series would not be possible without some very incredible people. In addition to a big thank-you to my hubby for all his help with the action scenes and military and tactical jargon; my agent, Bob Mecoy, for believing in me and encouraging me and being there when I need to talk; my editor and go-to-person at Sourcebooks, Cat Clyne (who loves this series as much as I do and is always a phone call, text, or email away whenever I need something); and all the other amazing people at Sourcebooks, including my fantastic publicist, Stephany, and their crazy-talented art department. The covers they make for me are seriously drool-worthy!
Because I could never leave out my readers, a huge thank-you to everyone who has read my books and Snoopy-danced right along with me with every new release. That includes the fantastic people on my amazing Street Team, as well my assistant, Janet. You rock!
I also want to give a big thank-you to the men, women, and working dogs serving in our military, as well as their families.
And a very special shout-out to our favorite restaurant, P.F. Chang’s, where hubby and I bat storylines back and forth and come up with all of our best ideas, as well as a thank-you to our fantastic waiter, Andrew, who takes our order into the kitchen the moment we walk in the door!
Hope you enjoy my next book, coming soon from Sourcebooks, and look forward to reading the rest of the stories as much as I look forward to sharing them with you.
If you love a man in uniform as much as I do, make sure you check out my other action-packed paranormal/romantic-suspense series from Sourcebooks called Special Wolf Alpha Team (a.k.a. SWAT)!
Happy Reading!
Ready for more? Keep reading for another of Paige Tyler’s full-length novels! If you enjoyed X-Ops, you’ll love the sizzling SWAT series.
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Prologue
Gage Dixon strained against the heavy barbell, relishing the resistance as the stacked metal plates on either end of the solid steel bar made the whole thing flex. The bar quivered slightly as it reached that sweet spot of the lift where his pecs stopped doing all the work and his triceps and shoulders kicked in. But he’d already been punishing his body for over an hour, and this time the bar momentarily stopped moving upward, gravity insisting that down would be a much better—and easier—direction to go.
He grit his teeth, let out a growl, and forced his muscles to keep pushing until his arms locked out straight. He racked the load with a clatter of metal on metal. Even then, the bar still bowed and flexed—loading 525 pounds on a barbell would do that.
Gage sat up and looked around the small weight room he and the other members of the Dallas Police SWAT Team had set up. It wouldn’t measure up to any of the fancy gyms in the area, but considering they’d paid out of their own pockets for the mirrors, heavy-duty lifting equipment, and free
