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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication

  A whole lot of years ago, these books were just a dream to me. All these hot, alpha-male SWAT officers were in my head, dying to be let loose. And now they’re in my very first box set. Enjoy!

  Acknowledgments

  Golden Czermak- Photographer

  My Brother’s Editor

  Cover Me Darling- Cover Artist

  My mom- Thank you for reading this book eight million two hundred times.

  Kendra, Laura, Kathy, Mindy, Lisa, Barbara & Amanda—I don’t know what I would do without y’all. Thank you, my lovely betas, for loving my books as much as I do.

  Table of Contents

  Center Mass

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue

  Double Tap

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Epilogue

  Bang Switch

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  Execution Style

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Charlie Foxtrot

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue

  Kill Shot

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Coup De Grace

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  A SWAT Call Before Christmas

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  What’s Next?

  Other titles by Lani Lynn Vale:

  The Freebirds

  Boomtown

  Highway Don’t Care

  Another One Bites the Dust

  Last Day of My Life

  Texas Tornado

  I Don’t Dance

  The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC

  Lights To My Siren

  Halligan To My Axe

  Kevlar To My Vest

  Keys To My Cuffs

  Life To My Flight

  Charge To My Line

  Counter To My Intelligence

  Right To My Wrong

  Code 11- KPD SWAT

  Center Mass

  Double Tap

  Bang Switch

  Execution Style

  Charlie Foxtrot

  Kill Shot

  Coup De Grace

  The Uncertain Saints

  Whiskey Neat

  Jack & Coke

  Vodka On The Rocks

  Bad Apple

  Dirty Mother

  Rusty Nail

  The Kilgore Fire Series

  Shock Advised

  Flash Point

  Oxygen Deprived

  Controlled Burn

  Put Outr />
  I Like Big Dragons Series

  I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie

  Dragons Need Love, Too

  Oh, My Dragon

  The Dixie Warden Rejects

  Beard Mode

  Fear the Beard

  Son of a Beard

  I’m Only Here for the Beard

  The Beard Made Me Do It

  Beard Up

  For the Love of Beard

  Law & Beard

  There’s No Crying in Baseball

  Pitch Please

  Quit Your Pitchin’

  Listen, Pitch

  The Hail Raisers

  Hail No

  Go to Hail

  Burn in Hail

  What the Hail

  The Hail You Say

  Hail Mary

  The Simple Man Series

  Kinda Don’t Care

  Maybe Don’t Wanna

  Get You Some

  Ain’t Doin’ It

  Too Bad So Sad

  Bear Bottom Guardians MC

  Mess Me Up

  Talkin’ Trash

  How About No

  My Bad

  One Chance, Fancy

  It Happens

  Keep It Classy

  Snitches Get Stitches

  F-Bomb

  The Southern Gentleman Series

  Hissy Fit

  Lord Have Mercy

  KPD Motorcycle Patrol

  Hide Your Crazy

  It Wasn’t Me

  I’d Rather Not

  Make Me

  Sinners are Winners

  If You Say So

  SWAT 2.0

  Just Kidding

  Fries Before Guys

  Maybe Swearing Will Help (3-10-20)

  Ask Me If I Care (4-14-20)

  May Contain Wine (5-12-20)

  Jokes on You (6-9-20)

  Join the Club (7-14-20)

  Any Day Now (8-11-20)

  Say it Ain’t So (9-8-20)

  Officially Over It (10-13-20)

  Nobody Knows (11-3-20)

  Depends Who’s Asking (12-8-20)

  Valentine Boys

  Herd That

  Crazy Heifer

  Chute Yeah

  Get Bucked

  Center Mass

  Chapter 1

  Tall, blonde, tatted, sexy, and a devoted father. I think I’ll need some new panties now.

  -Reese’s secret thoughts

  Reese

  “Ms. Doherty, you have Katerina Roberts on her way to see you from the playground. The teacher says she’s having a hard time breathing,” Mrs. Shoe, from the front office, called through my intercom.

  I looked toward the speaker, even though she couldn’t see me, and nodded my head as I said, “Thank you, Mrs. Shoe. I’ll meet her.”

  I was the school nurse for Kilgore Elementary School.

  In the three weeks I’d been here, I found that there were three main things that children came to the nurse for. One was a scrape or cut of some sort. Two was a stomach bug, and three was kids having trouble breathing.

  The trouble breathing thing was the scariest.

  I’d found that quite a few children at the school had asthma, which was a shocker for me.

  So I knew quite a few of the regular children due to them coming before recess, or after, to get a puff on their inhaler.

  Katerina Roberts was a new one for me.

  “Mrs. Dane, would you mind pulling up Katerina Robert’s record for me to see if she has any allergies or medications she can get if needed?” I asked Laura.

  Laura Dane was a CNA, or a certified nursing assistant. She’d been a lifeline since I’d started here two months ago. Mrs. Redden, the school nurse I was replacing, was currently at lunch, although she was expected back any minute for me to take my own.

  Later, when I took over fully, I’d be taking my school lunch during my spare time, because the school couldn’t be without a nurse. But for now, until I finished interning with Mrs. Redden, I’d be able to leave if she was here.

  Standing, I walked out of my office, through the room that held the exam tables, and into the hallway.

  I was always surprised at the bright red walls with the black tiled floor.

  Kilgore took their school colors very seriously.

  Along the walls on the two furthest tiles, were painted red feet that showed the students where they were to walk as they went through the hallways.

  It was always fun to see them walking single file, especially the ones who were rebels and made their own path.

  I wasn’t one to follow the path myself, and I always sympathized with those students.

  My daughter, Rowen, was the same way.

  I used to drive my parents crazy during my school age years, which was always fun to remember now. Back then, it hadn’t been so funny.

  I waved to Mrs. Shoe, who was making her way slowly down the hallway. She nodded before disappearing into the school’s office.

  Just before I turned the corner that would lead down the hallway that held the entrance to the playground, I heard the labored breathing of a small child.

  I sped up, running, especially concerned now.

  Surely they wouldn’t have just let her walk alone, right? A child with respiratory distress?

  But as I rounded the corner, I saw the girl on her knees, alone, with her hands planted on the tile in front of her.

  Typical tripod position for a person in breathing distress.

  “Honey,” I said rushing forward. “Sweetheart, look at me. Katerina?”

  The little girl looked up.

  Her beautiful blue eyes the color of the sky, were scared.

  Her lips were slightly blue, and I knew she was in shock.

  “Kat, can I call you Kat?” At her nod, I bent down and picked her up.

  She was a small little thing, much smaller than most of the children in this school. My guess was that she was a first grader, but most likely on the younger side of the grade rather than the older side.

  “Can you tell me what’s going on? Did something happen on the playground?” I asked as I started running toward the office.

  “B-b-b-ee.” She gasped for air.

  My heart froze.

  Anaphylactic shock.

  “Honey, are you allergic to bees?” I asked.

  I felt her nod against my cheek where her head rested. “Y-y-esss.”

  The ‘S’ came out in a wheeze as I rounded the entrance to the nurse’s office.

  Then the coughing started, as I laid her down on the exam table.

  Laura rushed forward, holding out the small cubby that held each individual child’s medications and said, “She’s allergic to bees, peanuts, and shellfish.”

  I’d already decided that what she had was related to the bee sting, but having it confirmed made me comfortable in using the EpiPen Junior I saw in her plastic cubby.

  Reaching into the container, I removed the EpiPen and read the prescription label confirming it was for the same child. Checked the dose, comparing it to Katerina’s chart. The expiration date. Removing it from its container, I took the safety cap off, and then promptly injected it into her thigh.

  The click was deafening as the needle penetrated the skin.

  I counted slowly to ten and watched as, instantly, Katerina started to breathe.

  Her lips, which I hadn’t noticed had gone completely blue, started to return to their normal color, and Katerina’s eyes opened.

  Tears started to run down her cheeks, and she launched herself into my arms.

  I caught her effortlessly, and curled her into my chest as I held the girl’s shaking, sobbing body.

  “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” I whispered softly.

  “Medics are less than three minutes out, but I’m sure her father will beat them here,” Mrs. Redden said, startling me.

  I hadn’t reali
zed she was here.

  “Why would her father beat the medics?” I asked.

  I knew that the parents would be called, but not before the medics, which were a little over a mile down the road.

  “Her father’s on the police force for Kilgore. Luke Roberts,” Laura said wistfully.

  Should I know him or something?

  “I want my daddy,” Katerina whimpered softly against my neck.

  “I know, sweetie. He’s on his way,” I said softly. Then, turning to Laura, I said, “Go wait for the medics so they’re not freakin’ out trying to get in here.”

  The school was new, and with the brand new building came new security features.

  For instance, the front office was the first thing that the public had to pass through to get into the school.

  It had a wall of glass windows that were bullet proof, and each individual had to be buzzed in by the office attendant.

  The doors could be opened from the inside, but it kept the general public from waltzing in anytime they felt like it.

  Which definitely gave us some piece of mind when it came to protecting our children.

  It was especially nice as a parent of my own kindergartener, too.

  I felt comfortable sending her to school, knowing that every possible thing was being done to keep her safe.

  A loud banging from the area of the office had me poking my head out of my room to find a large, blonde man in a KPD SWAT shirt with a large gun on his hip hammering on the glass doors, while Laura hurried to open it for him.

  “Make sure it’s him before you let him in,” Mrs. Redden chastised Laura gently.

  I agreed. The man was big. We wouldn’t stand a chance against him if he got through and he wasn’t the child’s father.

  “Can I see your ID or badge?” Laura asked through the glass.

  He glared at her, but showed his badge, which seemed to appease Laura.

  Pushing on the bar that opened the door, she stepped back quickly and moved. Good thing, too, or she’d have been run over.

  He charged to us quickly, his eyes on the now sleeping little girl in my arms.

  “Is she okay?” he asked in his deep, rumbly, growl.

  I nodded. “We had to use her EpiPen. She’s good, though. Her heart rate’s a tad fast, but her breathing’s normal. Her lips are no longer blue. She was stung by a bee on the playground.”

  I saw the large man visibly wilt as he finally made it to my side.

  His large, scarred, tattooed arm lifted, resting his enormous hand on the small girl’s head, sifting his fingers through her long dirty blonde hair.

  It was really sweet, and I could tell instantly that he was a wonderful father.

  His eyes lifted as he caught me watching them, and something hard and unyielding snapped down, veiling his emotions from me.

  I blinked in surprise. That took skill right there.

  Must by a cop thing.