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Tactical Deception

Tactical Deception

Silent Warrior Series

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One tormented soldier. One woman. Eight snipers. Someone’s going down…

The fallout from the team’s failed mission to Lebanon is still chewing Lt. Col. Roger Weston’s butt. God help them all if the media get wind of the real story. Worse, guilt is eating him alive over a decision that left a fallen warrior’s wife without a husband…and exposed to danger from her radical family.

No matter what, Mari Dalton’s safety and wellbeing—and that of her unborn child—come first.

Mari is certain God is punishing her. She loved the man who rescued her from a windowless cell in Afghanistan, and never betrayed their marriage. But she has never been able to forget her body’s reaction to Roger. The pounding heart, the burning senses, sinful thoughts run wild.

Now she is the target of terrorists bent on destroying the heart of America. As Roger lays his life on the line to protect her, they uncover a plot already in motion to assassinate the President. As the world teeters on the edge of chaos, any hope for a future rests in Roger’s already bloodstained hands…and the quietly faithful woman who holds his heart.

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Reviewed by Talina
Score: 5.00 / 5 – Reviewer Top Pick

Plot & Characters:

An all consuming powerful story that shows the price we pay for the bonds that tie us to the lives of others and the power of the choices made by them.

This riveting story holds strong roots in the romance and love we search for in life, the love that Mari and Lt. Col. Roger Weston battle against and eventually for. We see it time and again serve as the bases of what makes us human, bringing us back from the brink of destruction. Tactical Deception is a masterfully crafted story with a message hidden in and around an action packed gut-wrenching tale of horrific plots of terrorism and those that must step up to the plate to defend their country no matter the cost to themselves.

In book one we meet and follow a Delta Force Team through cracking a plot of terrorism set to unfold and destroy the lives of so many. Each member is shown to us through their actions to reach the end of what is going on; actions that offer us great insight into their character. Lives were saved, a family formed, but lives were also lost which leads us to the major romance plot in book two. In Tactical Deception we join up with them again as they deal with the aftermath of the fallout from the previous attack while trying to break through recently discovered terrorist cells already killing innocent people in America and gunning for the President while also weeding out the threat from the White Aryan Vipers Militia training Camp set on setting the balance straight again.

There are intense moments when you think everything is going to go south and other moments when you are cheering for whatever advancement the main hero and heroine make in reaching towards some kind of happiness between them. Then the author throws us in the deep end by showing us what’s going on in the minds of the antagonist, of which there are many. It’s a tangled web of deceit, family treachery and love. Love of friendship. Love of camaraderie between the men of the Delta force. And love between a man and a woman that just might beat all the odds stack against them. The road is a bloody one but so worth the fight when you reach the end. It will bring a tear to your eye and pull at your soul. It also sheds a ray of light on a people and culture that are misunderstood at times. The author definitely did her research for this series and it shows through the seamless story she has written.

To go into detail of how this book’s scenes unfold would be pointless in that you, as the reader, need to experience each moment for yourself to grasp the full concept and emotion buried within each page. It’s that intense. Ms. Saint, you’ve really outdone yourself. This is the blockbuster of military romantic suspense!

Writing:

True to her talent Ms. Saint has delivered a well written a story worthy of her title as a USA Today’s Bestselling author under her writing name Jennifer Saint [St.] Giles. Her ability to write with such depth and perception, smooth prose, fast paced action and hot loves scenes make on heck of a combination that delivers explosive stories that readers will never forget.

Summary:

Ms. Saint can write one hell of a military romantic suspense! I highly recommend this book, this series, THIS AUTHOR to readers that love to step into stories with heart and meaning. Not to mention hot heroes the heroines they fall in love with! Tactical Deception was just too good to put down and I want more! Here’s to hoping bad boy Corporal Rico Santana gets his story in the next installment in the Silent Warrior Series!

Startled over how clearly I’d heard Benedict’s voice in my sleepy mind, I jumped up from my reading chair confused.

“Damnation, what in the devil?” came a deep voice from the other room. Blocks clattered on the floor followed by a heavy scraping sound. I ran to the schoolroom with my lamp. Benedict came barreling through the secret passage door, thunder furrowing his dark brow. I stared at him, drawn, as one might be to gaze at the beauty and fury of a dangerous storm during the dark of the night.

“Miss Lovell, what in the bloody hell is going on here?”

His clothes were dripping wet and plastered to his imposing body. His dark hair gleamed with moisture and a rakish stubble shadowed the determined set of his jaw.

From the look he centered on me above his Roman nose, I got the feeling I was in for a good dose of his dominating characteristics. “I will have that answer immediately. You are boxed in like a bloody rebel unit with nothing but bluecoats in sight.”

I stiffened my spine. “I was merely being prudent, Mr. Trevelyan.”

“Indeed, Miss Lovell?” He raked his fingers through his hair, sending droplets of water flying as he stepped over the blocks and advanced on me. “Did you fear I would steal in upon you in the middle of the night? Good God, woman. If nothing else, I am a man of honor.”

He was so close I could smell the rain on him and feel the damp chill of his body. “P…pardon? I do not see–” My eyes widened. “Mr. Trevelyan, do you think you are the only person on earth? Might you consider that there are others about who use the secret passage? That perhaps I sought to warm them that I would not tolerate being spied upon? And that I most certainly would want to warn myself if they did?”

He took hold of my shoulders, dampening my gown with the water dripping from him. I shivered, but not from the cold of his fingers. I shivered with the need to warm him.

“What are you talking about? Dobbs telegraphed me that my household had run amuck. Justin and Robert were in tears and you had overstepped your position and had taken them off to picnic at their mother’s grave. I come rushing home to find you barricaded in your room. What is going on?”

“What is going on?” I blinked, quite taken by surprise that Dobbs had contacted Benedict. I considered the battle that Dobbs and I waged a private one. The man had had no right telegraphing tales. It had never occurred to me that Dobbs could be my intruder, the author of my warning note, and the destroyer of the children’s garden. Maybe it should have. I then recalled that I was miffed at Benedict. “If you were not always running off maybe you would know what is going on in your own household.”

“Running off?” He released me and stepped back as if I’d slapped him. “Running off!”

“Precisely,” I said. I knew I’d more than overstepped my boundaries. In fact I had most probably obliterated them, which left me no choice but to brazen out the truth. I decided to pace, for an instinctual self-preservation told me that a moving target was harder to shoot than a standing one. Benedict looked as if he were a loaded six-shooter in what

Captain Balder would have described as a poker game gone sour.

“I have been giving a great deal of thought to the situation and can see how business decisions rather than the complexities of personal problems could have an appeal to a man of your nature,” I said.

Benedict crossed his arms and his gaze targeted me. I paced faster and spoke faster, too, feeling the urgency to get everything said while I had the chance. “It is entirely logical for you to gravitate toward financial dealings. You are a man who requires instant results. You see situations as clear cut and have little time for emotional difficulties, such as Justin’s fear that something dreadful will happen to you and he will have lost both his mother and his father. Then there is Robert’s fear that while you are away you will find a boy who will behave perfectly and you will love that boy better…then there is the matter of your kiss and your prompt business departure. What other conclusion can a woman draw, but that business has more appeal than–”

I paced passed him. He grabbed my shoulders and swung me around to face him. “Than what, Miss Lovell?” His voice had lowered and softened, doubling its smoothness. My heart raced like a runaway stagecoach.

“Than complexities,” I whispered, the heat of my ire dampened by his obvious concern.

“Would that I had an aversion to…complexities, Miss Lovell. Unfortunately, I find myself quite attracted to them…Miss Lovell,” he whispered hoarsely. “I must warn you that—”

“No,” I said, stopping his words. “I want no warning, Mr. Trevelyan. I fear all I want is for you to kiss me again.” Before I could finish my sentence, his mouth fell upon mine, and he pulled me into his embrace. His body was wet and hard against my warm softness and I needed to press closer to him more than I needed to breathe…

The Mistress of Trevelyan

The Mistress of Trevelyan

Trevelyan Series

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The manor behind the mists….

The man behind the mystery. In 1873 San Francisco, spirited Ann Lovell takes a position no one else dares — as governess to the motherless sons of the enigmatic Benedict Trevelyan. It has long been whispered that Trevelyan Manor hides dark secrets and sinister deeds—including the murder of Benedict’s wife. But Ann refuses to pay heed to spiteful rumor.

As she grows to cherish her young charges, Ann also finds herself powerfully drawn to the handsome Benedict, whose passionate persuasion introduces her to a new world of sensual pleasures. But even while falling in love with the master of Trevelyan, Ann wonders if his attentions are intended to blind her to the secrets of the past—and if Benedict holds the key to her destiny…or her destruction.

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  • The Mistress of Trevelyan is the Historical Published Maggie Winner (2005)
  • The Mistress of Trevelyan won the National Reader’s Choice Award for Best First Book of 2004
  • The Mistress of Trevelyan won the National Reader’s Choice Award for Best Historical of 2004
  • Winner of the Daphne Du Maurier Award
  • The Holt Medallion for Best First Book (nomination)
  • The Golden Quill for Best First Book (nomination)
  • The Daphne du Maurier for Best Historical

Startled over how clearly I’d heard Benedict’s voice in my sleepy mind, I jumped up from my reading chair confused.

“Damnation, what in the devil?” came a deep voice from the other room. Blocks clattered on the floor followed by a heavy scraping sound. I ran to the schoolroom with my lamp. Benedict came barreling through the secret passage door, thunder furrowing his dark brow. I stared at him, drawn, as one might be to gaze at the beauty and fury of a dangerous storm during the dark of the night.

“Miss Lovell, what in the bloody hell is going on here?”

His clothes were dripping wet and plastered to his imposing body. His dark hair gleamed with moisture and a rakish stubble shadowed the determined set of his jaw.

From the look he centered on me above his Roman nose, I got the feeling I was in for a good dose of his dominating characteristics. “I will have that answer immediately. You are boxed in like a bloody rebel unit with nothing but bluecoats in sight.”

I stiffened my spine. “I was merely being prudent, Mr. Trevelyan.”

“Indeed, Miss Lovell?” He raked his fingers through his hair, sending droplets of water flying as he stepped over the blocks and advanced on me. “Did you fear I would steal in upon you in the middle of the night? Good God, woman. If nothing else, I am a man of honor.”

He was so close I could smell the rain on him and feel the damp chill of his body. “P…pardon? I do not see–” My eyes widened. “Mr. Trevelyan, do you think you are the only person on earth? Might you consider that there are others about who use the secret passage? That perhaps I sought to warm them that I would not tolerate being spied upon? And that I most certainly would want to warn myself if they did?”

He took hold of my shoulders, dampening my gown with the water dripping from him. I shivered, but not from the cold of his fingers. I shivered with the need to warm him.

“What are you talking about? Dobbs telegraphed me that my household had run amuck. Justin and Robert were in tears and you had overstepped your position and had taken them off to picnic at their mother’s grave. I come rushing home to find you barricaded in your room. What is going on?”

“What is going on?” I blinked, quite taken by surprise that Dobbs had contacted Benedict. I considered the battle that Dobbs and I waged a private one. The man had had no right telegraphing tales. It had never occurred to me that Dobbs could be my intruder, the author of my warning note, and the destroyer of the children’s garden. Maybe it should have. I then recalled that I was miffed at Benedict. “If you were not always running off maybe you would know what is going on in your own household.”

“Running off?” He released me and stepped back as if I’d slapped him. “Running off!”

“Precisely,” I said. I knew I’d more than overstepped my boundaries. In fact I had most probably obliterated them, which left me no choice but to brazen out the truth. I decided to pace, for an instinctual self-preservation told me that a moving target was harder to shoot than a standing one. Benedict looked as if he were a loaded six-shooter in what

Captain Balder would have described as a poker game gone sour.

“I have been giving a great deal of thought to the situation and can see how business decisions rather than the complexities of personal problems could have an appeal to a man of your nature,” I said.

Benedict crossed his arms and his gaze targeted me. I paced faster and spoke faster, too, feeling the urgency to get everything said while I had the chance. “It is entirely logical for you to gravitate toward financial dealings. You are a man who requires instant results. You see situations as clear cut and have little time for emotional difficulties, such as Justin’s fear that something dreadful will happen to you and he will have lost both his mother and his father. Then there is Robert’s fear that while you are away you will find a boy who will behave perfectly and you will love that boy better…then there is the matter of your kiss and your prompt business departure. What other conclusion can a woman draw, but that business has more appeal than–”

I paced passed him. He grabbed my shoulders and swung me around to face him. “Than what, Miss Lovell?” His voice had lowered and softened, doubling its smoothness. My heart raced like a runaway stagecoach.

“Than complexities,” I whispered, the heat of my ire dampened by his obvious concern.

“Would that I had an aversion to…complexities, Miss Lovell. Unfortunately, I find myself quite attracted to them…Miss Lovell,” he whispered hoarsely. “I must warn you that—”

“No,” I said, stopping his words. “I want no warning, Mr. Trevelyan. I fear all I want is for you to kiss me again.” Before I could finish my sentence, his mouth fell upon mine, and he pulled me into his embrace. His body was wet and hard against my warm softness and I needed to press closer to him more than I needed to breathe…

Full of spooky suspense…[St. Giles’] story ripples with tension. This tension and the author’s skill at creating the book’s brooding atmosphere make this an engrossing read.” – Publishers Weekly

“[An] intriguing, well-crafted romance.” – Library Journal

[An] excellent debut novel. St. Giles does a masterful job of evoking a Gothic atmosphere, and updates it nicely with smoldering sexual tension…The story is compellingly told.” – Affaire de Coeur

“Jennifer St. Giles must definitely be a descendant of the famous Bronte sisters. The story is enthralling, and the characters are captivating. The Mistress of Trevelyan is destined to become a classic romance novel, one readers will reach for again and again.” – ARomanceReview.com

“This is an engaging gothic romance with all the classic elements…The story line will touch readers.” – Harriet Klausner

The Mistress of Trevelyan

Set in late 19th-century San Francisco, this conventional but well-crafted gothic romance from first-time author St. Giles is full of spooky suspense. Lowly laundry worker Ann Lovell, the book’s narrator, will do almost anything to snag the position of governess at Trevelyan Manor, even face off with forbidding Benedict Trevelyan, who’s rumored to have killed his wife. Ann succeeds in persuading Benedict to hire her, despite her lack of formal teaching experience, but as she settles into her new position, she can’t shake the sensation that someone is watching her. That feeling only intensifies as her relationship with Benedict escalates from a chaste but sensual encounter to a full-blown affair.

Convinced that Benedict didn’t murder his wife, Ann realizes the culprit must be one of the manor’s residents, who are all members of Benedict’s family. St. Giles has a tendency to overwrite (“I was a mere grain of sand upon the shore of an ocean of pleasure, and Benedict was the tide of that new world”), but her story ripples with tension. This tension and the author’s skill at creating the book’s brooding atmosphere make this an engrossing read. Agent, Deidre Knight. (Aug.) 150 Publishers Weekly

Romance Reviews Today

FIVE ROSES FROM A ROMANCE REVIEW!

Jennifer St. Giles must most definitely be a descendant of the famous Bronte sisters. By no other manner could she be gifted with such ageless skill as to write a gothic romance, which fascinates even the most discerning of contemporary readers. From the very first page, The Mistress of Trevelyan calls to the reader as Trevelyan Manor had always beckoned to Ann. As Ann could not resist the mystery, neither can the adventurous soul who obsessively turns the pages of the book in search of the truth which lies within.

The story is enthralling, and the characters are captivating, especially the brooding Benedict who shares many likeable character traits with the great Heathcliff of Wuthering Heights. Ann is an unselfish heroine whose admirable quest for truth and love is a rarely seen reflection of the immense talent of Daphne du Maurier’s extraordinary writing gift.
The Mistress of Trevelyan is destined to become a classic romance novel; one readers will reach for again and again.

Despite the dark rumors that prevail about Trevelyan Manor and its grim master, Benedict Trevelyan, Ann Lovell seeks a position there as governess for Benedict’s two young sons. As Ann settles in, she finds herself teaching not only the boys about love and life but also the other inhabitants of the house, including Benedict and his two tormented siblings, Stephen and Katherine. All the while Ann finds herself falling harder and harder for Benedict.

But the secrets of Trevelyan Manor are dark and dangerous, and Ann’s search for the truth about Benedict’s wife’s death may cause her very own.

Jennifer St. Giles must most definitely be a descendant of the famous Bronte sisters. By no other manner could she be gifted with such ageless skill as to write a gothic romance, which fascinates even the most discerning of contemporary readers. From the very first page, The Mistress of Trevelyan calls to the reader as Trevelyan Manor had always beckoned to Ann. As Ann could not resist the mystery, neither can the adventurous soul who obsessively turns the pages of the book in search of the truth which lies within.

The story is enthralling, and the characters are captivating, especially the brooding Benedict who shares many likeable character traits with the great Heathcliff of Wuthering Heights. Ann is an unselfish heroine whose admirable quest for truth and love is a rarely seen reflection of the immense talent of Daphne du Maurier’s extraordinary writing gift.
The Mistress of Trevelyan is destined to become a classic romance novel; one readers will reach for again and again. ~ Reviewed in July 2004 by Natasha.

Library Journal

ST. GILES, JENNIFER
The Mistress of Trevelyan
GOTHIC

The beautiful, mist-shrouded house on Trevelyan Hill has always called to bright, bookish Ann Lovell. So when the position of tutor for Benedict Trevelyan’s two young sons is announced, Ann applies and, surprisingly, gets the job. But dark mysteries lurk beneath Trevelyan’s elegant surface, and as Ann grows closer to her young charges, she attracts the admiring attention of their brooding, troubled father. Following closely in the footsteps of Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, Daphne Du Maurier’s Rebecca, and Victoria Holt’s Mistress of Mellyn, this intriguing, well-crafted romance adds a level of sensuality not found in these earlier works. While this may offend Gothic purists, it is very much in keeping with current tastes. St. Giles has won a number of awards, including two Daphne Du Maurier awards for The Mistress of Trevelyan, and lives near Atlanta.

A Perfect 10

August 2004
Gothic Historical Romance

San Francisco, 1873

Since the death of her mother a few weeks ago, Titiana “Ann” Lowell is alone in the world. Ann grew up under her mother’s loving care, and greatly misses her. With no husband to support her, Ann’s mother took in laundry to earn a living. It was a hard life, one Ann has no desire to continue. Ann decides to answer an advertisement for a teacher for Benedict Trevelyan’s two young sons. She is qualified for the position thanks to the education her mother insisted she get. Trevelyan Manor sits high on a hill in the city, and Ann has always been fascinated by it and the people who live there. Despite her reddened washerwoman hands, Ann is determined to obtain the position of governess at Trevelyan.

From the moment Ann enters Trevelyan, she feels as if she is being watched. Benedict Trevelyan proves to be a problem she hadn’t expected. For the first time, Ann is attracted to a man and feels a woman’s desire — yet Benedict is the last man she should love. He’s suspected of killing his wife, and even though Ann doesn’t believe he’s guilty, Benedict’s aura of despair and sensuality frighten her. There can never be anything between them; they are too far apart on the social ladder, but sometimes the heart doesn’t care, and passion leads where intellect dare not.

Ann immediately becomes enamored of Justin and Robert, Benedict’s children, but the rest of the household remains elusive, and often frightening. Is Trevelyan Manor cursed and haunted by Benedict’s deceased wife, or is someone human trying to drive Ann away? Is Benedict the honorable and passionate man Ann loves, or is he a cold-blooded murderer? Ann will have to learn the truth before the darkness that shadows the manor destroys her.

Fans of gothic romance in the tradition of Charlotte Bronte, Victoria Holt, and Phyllis Whitney, read no more — just go out and get this book; you are going to love it! For those of you who are novices to this exciting and romantic genre, read on.

THE MISTRESS OF TREVELYAN is an absolutely wonderful tale from debut author Jennifer St. Giles. The pages are filled with tension, shadows, and the sense of expectation found in all truly great gothic romances. In addition to the superb storytelling, the author has created a cast of characters as fascinating as they are varied. Ann is a woman of great compassion and common sense. She is practical about all things in her life, but is overwhelmed by the attraction and passion that fill her in Benedict’s presence. She’s smart and never acts stupidly; even her decision to enter an intimate relationship with Benedict is carefully considered before she acts.

Benedict is a man with shadows in his eyes and darkness in his heart. His actions are those of an honorable man, but the reader is fully aware that he has secrets he does not reveal. He is enigmatic, fascinating, and captivating, as well as exceedingly sexy in the way of all dark, brooding heroes. Stephan Trevelyan, Benedict’s younger brother, initially appears to be lighthearted and irresponsible, but he too has secrets and shadows on his soul. In addition to Benedict’s two adorable and lonely son’s, Robert and Justin; his mother; sister, Katherine; and sister-in-law, Constance Oretega, also live at the manor. Mrs. Trevelyan is a bitter and angry woman and makes no bones about the fact that she does not welcome Ann into her home. Katherine is deaf and spends her time painting in her room, rarely interacting with the rest of the family.

Constance is a young woman who appears more concerned with fashion than anything else. None of the characters’ surface personalities reveal who they are underneath the gloss, however, so the reader is not sure who is friend and who is foe. This uncertainty helps to create a high level of tension throughout the story. The dialogue flows smoothly and the narrative paints a vivid portrait, not only of the manor and its surroundings, but also of the dark and often menacing atmosphere which permeates Trevelyan.

For a story that will entertain from beginning to end, as well as send a chill or two down your spine, I highly recommend

THE MISTRESS OF TREVELYAN. It’s an outstanding tale and a Perfect 10 as well as the winner of the Daphne du Maurier Award for both Best of the Best, and Best Historical. ~ Terrie Figueroa

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