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    On Edge (Decorah Security Series, Book #1)
    On Edge (Decorah Security Series, Book #1)
    On Edge (Decorah Security Series, Book #1)
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    On Edge (Decorah Security Series, Book #1)

    By Rebecca York

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    ON EDGE is a prequel to the Decorah Security series.

    While in rehab at the Naval Medical Center, Navy SEAL Frank Decorah has a paranormal experience that sets the course for the rest of his life.

    Frank owns the Decorah Security Agency, and this story gives the background on why he gathered a group of agents with paranormal powers and why he has such telling insights into which agents are right for which jobs.

    *More stories in Rebecca York's Decorah Security series:

    #1 On Edge - Paranormal romantic-suspense novella - introduces the founder of Decorah Security Agency
    #2 Dark Moon - Paranormal romantic-suspense novel
    #3 Chained - Paranormal romantic-suspense novella
    #4 Ambushed - Paranormal romantic-suspense short story
    #5 Dark Powers - Paranormal romantic-suspense novel
    #6 Hot and Dangerous - Paranormal romantic-suspense short story
    #7 At Risk - Paranormal romantic-suspense novel
    #8 Christmas Captive - Paranormal romantic-suspense novella
    #9 Destination Wedding - Paranormal romantic-suspense novella
    #10 Rx Missing - Paranormal romantic-suspense novel
    #11 Hunting Moon - Paranormal romantic-suspense novel
    #12 Terror Mansion - Paranormal romantic-suspense novella
    #13 Outlaw Justice - Paranormal romantic-suspense novella
    #14 Found Missing - Paranormal romantic-suspense novel
    #15 Preying Game - Paranormal romantic-suspense novel

    **The Decorah Security Collection includes Chained, Dark Powers, Hot and Dangerous,
    and Ambushed.

    **For more sexy, action-packed thrillers from Rebecca York, check out the
    science-fiction romance stories in her Off-World series:

    #1 - Hero's Welcome - Sexy science-fiction romance short story
    #2 - Nightfall - Sexy science-fiction romance novella
    #3 - Conquest - Sexy science-fiction romance short story
    #4 - Assignment Danger - Sexy science-fiction romance novella
    #5 - Christmas Home - Sexy science-fiction romance short story
    #6 - Firelight Confession - Sexy science-fiction romance novella

    **The Off World Collection includes Hero's Welcome, Conquest, and Nightfall.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLight Street Press
    Release dateDec 6, 2014
    ISBN9780990632146
    On Edge (Decorah Security Series, Book #1)
    Author

    Rebecca York

    Award-winning, USA TODAY bestselling novelist Ruth Glick, who writes as Rebecca York, is the author of more than one hundred books, including her popular 43 Light Street series for Harlequin Intrigue. Ruth says she has the best job in the world. Not only does she get paid for telling stories, she’s also the author of twelve cookbooks. Ruth and her husband, Norman, travel frequently, researching locales for her novels and searching out new dishes for her cookbooks.

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    On Edge (Decorah Security Series, Book #1) - Rebecca York

    On Edge (Decorah Security Series, Book #1)

    A Decorah Security Series Prequel Novella

    By Rebecca York

    Ruth Glick writing as Rebecca York

    Published by Smashwords, Inc.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Afterword

    Decorah Security Series by Rebecca York

    Off-World Series by Rebecca York

    Praise for Rebecca York

    About the Author

    Contacts

    Copyright

    Chapter One

    A muffled scream woke Frank Decorah.

    In the darkness of the room, he listened intently, thinking that the sound had been part of a nightmare, one of the many he’d suffered over the past few months. But it came again, and he pushed himself up, listening.

    He was sure it was Gordon, the weakest of them. Or the weakest one left. Patrick and Jordan were already dead. Not from their injuries but because they’d lost the will to live.

    Frank understood that. A time or two he’d been on the edge of giving up. Every man and woman in this hospital unit had wondered how he could go on. But Frank had hung on with dogged determination—perhaps from the conviction that something good was coming, although he had no concrete reason to believe it.

    He ran a hand through his dark hair, wanting to call out to the man down the hall who had screamed, but he wasn’t going to wake the others. They needed their sleep if they were going to face the grueling ordeal of the next day.

    The staff referred to it as physical therapy. The men and women in the program knew it as pain and torture. Yet they also knew it was the only way to make their battered bodies functional again.

    He glanced at the lighted clock on the bedside stand. Two in the morning—when human biorhythms were at their lowest.

    Glad that he was wearing gym shorts and a tee shirt instead of one of those obscene hospital gowns where your ass hung out the back, Frank swung his legs over the side of the bed.

    Well, the leg he had left. Thank God he was missing only one leg that was missing. Gordon had come home with both lower limbs blown off. Other guys had lost their legs and their penis. Some were missing both legs and an arm. He didn’t know how you coped with that much physical destruction. One missing limb was bad enough. But he hadn’t been given the choice of injuries when his team had been sent on a desert raid gone bad. Nick had been to the right of him, the man who had stepped on the land mine. He’d been killed outright. And Frank had taken some of the blast in his right leg. Lew had saved Frank’s life by getting a tourniquet onto the leg with the gushing artery. Martin hadn’t been so lucky. He’d died in the medevac helicopter.

    Frank sighed. The remaining members of his SEAL team were off in Iraq again—with some new guys filling in the blank places. And Frank Decorah was here at the Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, prepping to face the rest of his life.

    His crutches were between the bed and the night table, and he used the side of the bed for support as he inched close enough to grab one and shove it under his right arm. Except for the missing leg, his body was in excellent shape. The PT team in the hospital had made sure of that.

    When he got both crutches into place, he took a moment to steady himself, then used the motion he’d learned to swing himself across the room on his good leg. He’d gotten pretty good at it. The staff had had him up and moving around faster than he would have thought possible. And he was even getting damn good at using the prosthesis that substituted for his left leg from just above the knee. But there was no time to put the thing on now, not if he was going to get to Gordon in time.

    He didn’t know exactly in time for what, but he made a quick exit from his room and started down the hallway. Although the night lights were on, the corridor looked eerie, like he’d stumbled out of the hospital and into an underwater scene. And the pungent antiseptic smell that masked the scent of bodily fluids was missing.

    At the end of the corridor, he could see the nurses’ station, but it looked like the women were asleep at the desk.

    He wanted to shout, Wake up, but he kept his lips pressed together because that would break the spell.

    He pushed that weird thought out of his mind and clumped on.

    He made it to Lieutenant Gordon’s room and stopped abruptly in the doorway, feeling an arctic chill wafting toward him. Inside, he could hear voices. Gordon and someone he didn’t recognize.

    Let me ease your pain. The woman’s voice was low and soothing, yet it set Frank’s teeth on edge.

    No.

    This is so hard for you. You’ve given so much. Too much. You know you want to let go. Just open yourself to me, and all this can be over. I’ll make the end sweet and comforting for you.

    Go away, Gordon moaned.

    Is that what you really want? Do you want to live the rest of your life as a helpless cripple?

    The conversation made the hairs on the back of Frank’s neck prickle.

    Who was speaking to Gordon? It didn’t sound like one of the hospital staff—or anybody else who should be here. Frank wanted to tell himself he’d never heard that voice before, but he knew it would be a lie. He had heard it. In his own room, in the dark hours of the night when he had been at his sorry worst.

    Whoever was in there, he didn’t want to get close to her again. But he had to stop what was happening—even if he didn’t understand it.

    His lips set in a grim line, he pushed into Gordon’s room in as much of a rush as he could muster.

    The sight that greeted him made his heart stop and then start to pound. A woman dressed in a slinky black evening gown and black stilettos was leaning over the wounded Navy officer’s bed. He couldn’t see her face because it was hidden by a curtain of long, blond hair, but he knew she desperately wanted something from the man in the bed, something that would kill him if he surrendered to her.

    For the first time since he’d awakened, Frank spoke. Get the hell away from him.

    Startled, she turned, fixing her gaze on Frank. At first glance, she was young and beautiful, her skin a glowing alabaster, her eyes the color of midnight, her mouth a perfect red bow like a woman in a lipstick advertisement. But as he took her in, he saw that the beautiful face was only a mask. Below it was a quality that he couldn’t quite grasp, but it carried a warning that made his chest tighten painfully.

    She tipped her head to the side, staring at him, clearly taken unawares. How are you here? Her voice carried both

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