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  Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  Suggested reading order of books released to date in the

  Mandy M. Roth, Online

  Mandy M. Roth Featured Books

  Praise for Mandy M. Roth’s Immortal Ops World

  Immortal Ops Series and PSI-Ops Series Helper

  Damage Report

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Dear Reader

  The Raven Books’ Complimentary Material

  Damage Report (Immortal Outcasts)

  by

  Mandy M. Roth

  Damage Report © Copyright 2015, Mandy M. Roth

  Cover art by Andrea Departure, © Copyright 2015

  First Electronic Printing August 2015, The Raven Books

  Edited by Suz G.

  Final Line Edits by Jinxie G.

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  All books copyrighted to the author and may not be resold or given away without written permission from the author, Mandy M. Roth.

  This novel is a work of fiction. Any and all characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or events or places is merely coincidence. Intended for adults only. Must be 18 years or older to read.

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  Suggested reading order of books released to date in the

  Immortal Ops Series world

  Immortal Ops

  Critical Intelligence

  Radar Deception

  Strategic Vulnerability

  Tactical Magik

  Act of Mercy

  Administrative Control

  Act of Surrender

  Broken Communication

  Separation Zone

  Act of Submission

  Damage Report

  More to come (check www.mandyroth.com for new releases)

  Mandy M. Roth, Online

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  Mandy M. Roth Featured Books

  Immortal Ops Series

  Immortal Ops

  Critical Intelligence

  Radar Deception

  Strategic Vulnerability

  Tactical Magik

  Administrative Control

  Separation Zone

  Area of Influence

  Desired Perception

  Carnal Diversions

  Zone of Action

  PSI-Ops Series (Part of the Immortal Ops World)

  Act of Mercy

  Act of Surrender

  Act of Submission

  Act of Security

  Act of Command

  Act of Passion

  Act of Engagement

  Act of Pride

  Act of Duty

  Immortal Outcasts (Part of the Immortal Ops World)

  Broken Communication

  Damage Report

  Wrecked Intel

  Isolated Maneuver

  Intelligence Malfunction

  Shadow Agents Series & Crimson Sentinels Series (Part of the Immortal Ops World) Coming Soon!

  Praise for Mandy M. Roth’s Immortal Ops World

  Silver Star Award—I feel Immortal Ops deserves a Silver Star Award as this book was so flawlessly written with elements of intrigue, suspense and some scorching hot scenes—Aggie Tsirikas—Just Erotic Romance Reviews

  5 Stars—Immortal Ops is a fascinating short story. The characters just seem to jump out at you. Ms. Roth wrote the main and secondary characters with such depth of emotions and heartfelt compassion I found myself really caring for them—Susan Holly—Just Erotic Romance Reviews

  Immortal Ops packs the action of a Hollywood thriller with the smoldering heat that readers can expect from Ms. Roth. Put it on your hot list…and keep it there! —The Road to Romance

  5 Stars—Her characters are so realistic, I find myself wondering about the fine line between fact and fiction...This was one captivating tale that I did not want to end. Just the right touch of humor endeared these characters to me even more—eCataRomance Reviews

  5 Steamy Cups of Coffee—Combining the world of secret government operations with mythical creatures as if they were an everyday thing, she (Ms. Roth) then has the audacity to make you actually believe it and wonder if there could be some truth to it. I know I did. Nora Roberts once told me that there are some people who are good writers and some who are good storytellers, but the best is a combination of both and I believe Ms. Roth is just that. Mandy Roth never fails to surpass herself—coffeetimeromance

  Mandy Roth kicks ass in this story—inthelibraryreview

  Immortal Ops Series and PSI-Ops Series Helper

  (This will be updated in each upcoming book as new characters are introduced.)

  Immortal Ops (I-Ops) Team Members

  Lukian Vlakhusha: Alpha-Dog-One. Team captain, werewolf, King of the Lycans, mated to Peren Matthews (Daughter of Dr. Lakeland Matthews). Book: Immortal Ops (Immortal Ops)

  Geoffroi (Roi) Majors: Alpha-Dog-Two. Second-in-command, werewolf, blood-bound brother to Lukian, mated to Melissa “Missy” Carter-Majors. Book: Critical Intelligence (Immortal Ops)

  Doctor Thaddeus Green: Bravo-Dog-One. Scientist, tech guru, werepanther, mated to Melanie Daly-Green (sister of Eadan Green). Book: Radar Deception (Immortal Ops)

  Jonathon (Jon) Reynell: Bravo-Dog-Two. Sniper, weretiger, mated to Tori Manzo. Book: Separation Zone (Immortal Ops)

  Wilson Rousseau: Bravo-Dog-Three. Resident smart-ass, wererat, mated to Kimberly (Daughter of Culann of the Council) Book: Strategic Vulnerability (Immortal Ops)

  Eadan Daly: Alpha-Dog-Three. PSI-Op and handler on loan to the I-Ops to round out the team, Fae, mated to Inara Nash. Brother of Melanie Daly-Green. Book: Tactical Magik (Immortal Ops)

  Colonel Asher Brooks: Chief of Operations and point person for the Immortal Ops Team. Mated to Jinx, magik, succubus, well-known, well-connected madam to the underground paranormal community. Book: Administrative Control (Immortal Ops)

  Paranormal Security and Intelligence (PSI) Operatives

  General Jack C. Newman: Director of Operations for PSI North American Division, werelion. Adoptive father of Missy Carter-Majors.

  Duke Marlow: PSI-Operative, werewolf. Mated to Mercy. Book: Act of Mercy (PSI-Ops)

  Doctor James (Jimmy) Hagen: PSI-Operative, werewolf. Took a ten-year hiatus from PSI. Mated to Laney. Book: Act of Surrender (PSI-Ops)

  Striker (Dougal) McCracken: PSI-Operative, werewolf.

  Miles (Boomer) Walsh: PSI-Operative, werepanther. Mated to Haven. Book: Act of Submission (PSI-Ops)

  Captain Corbin Jones: Operations coordinator and captain for PSI-Ops Team Five, werelion.

  Malik (Tut) Nasser: PSI-Operative, (PSI-Ops).

  Colonel Ulric Lovett: Director of Operations, PSI-London Division.


  Immortal Outcasts

  Casey Black: I-Ops test subject, werewolf, mated to Harmony. Book: Broken Communication.

  Weston Carol: I-Ops test subject, were-bear.

  Bane Antonov: I-Ops test subject, were-gorilla.

  Miscellaneous

  Culann of the Council: Father to Kimberly (who is mated to Wilson). Badass Fae.

  Pierre Molyneux: Master vampire bent on creating a race of super soldiers. Hides behind being a famous art dealer in order to launder money.

  Gisbert Krauss: Mad scientist who wants to create a master race of supernaturals.

  Walter Helmuth: Head of Seattle’s paranormal underground. In league with Molyneux and Krauss.

  Dr. Lakeland Matthews: Scientist, vital role in the creation of a successful Immortal Ops Team. Father to Peren Matthews.

  Dr. Bertrand: Mad scientist with Donavon Dynamics Corporation (The Corporation).

  Damage Report

  Book Two in the Immortal Outcasts Series

  New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Series the Immortal Outcasts! Part of the Immortal Ops World!

  Weston Carol—bear-shifter, genetically altered super soldier—just wants to return to his solitary life off the grid. As far as he’s concerned, after helping to rescue the mate of his former teammate, he’s done his good deed for the decade. Now he simply wants to retreat to the woods where he can drop off the radar of those looking to kill him.

  Then news reaches him of a woman in danger and he can’t help but rescue the damsel in distress. Whether or not he believes it, she is his future, and he’s in no condition to meet his mate. It's been too long since he’s seen to his manly needs, and way too long without shifting—he’s a tense, grumpy mess on the verge of losing control of his bear side. One small stop on the way shouldn’t interfere with fate too much, right?

  Chapter One

  If Weston Carol didn’t shift into a bear soon, he was going to tear someone’s head off and possibly munch on their skull like a jawbreaker. He didn’t much care that he’d be picking bone bits out of his teeth for weeks. Wouldn’t be the first time. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. His life had been long and hard. There were things in his past he wasn’t proud of and things in his future he was sure to come to regret.

  Such was the way of it all.

  He was tired, in need of a shift, hungry, and he wanted sex. He wasn’t even sure in what order he needed it to happen, only that it all needed to happen sooner rather than later. The shifting was winning out. Though, he’d have put money on his dick needing satisfied first and foremost. Guess the bear in him had other plans.

  His bear was an asshole.

  Add in the fact he was exhausted and hadn’t slept worth a damn for weeks because of screwed-up dreams, and Weston was pretty much a raging bear waiting to happen. He rubbed his jaw, his hands moving over his closely clipped beard. He’d never been one of those clean-shaven kind of guys. Wasn’t his thing. Even before becoming a shifter.

  A lot had changed after his testing. His grooming habits weren’t one of them. Neither were the dreams. He’d had those for as long as he could remember, but whatever had been done to him years ago had made them much more intense.

  Intense.

  Telling.

  Sometimes horrifying.

  Closing his eyes for a moment, he relaxed and thought about one of the dreams that had been both soothing and oddly terrifying. The one with the faceless woman. He could see her from behind, her long hair down and going in all directions, curly and glorious—made for a man to run his fingers through. And he could smell her.

  Berries and cream.

  The scent was burned into his brain. He wanted to wrap himself in it. His mouth watered with desire as he opened his eyes, his attention now on the woods before him. He couldn’t keep dwelling on whatever it was his dreams were trying to tell him. He’d already listened to his fucked-up dreams once in the month and had come out of hiding to do so. He’d spent decades staying under the radar of people who wanted to study him or kill him, and he’d flushed it all to help a friend. Someone he considered a brother.

  Weston had sought out Casey Black, a fellow Immortal Outcast, and even assisted the guy’s mate. When Weston’s dreams had led him to believe that Casey’s mate, Harmony, would be taken captive and killed, he found he couldn’t stay hidden any longer. He had to do something to try to stop the events from unfolding. He had. Sort of. When it was over, she’d been alive and unharmed, but he’d been a bit late to the party, so to speak, and she’d been taken captive. That had left him no choice but to get himself captured as well—to be sure he was taken straight to her, as he had been. He’d been drugged, chained and imprisoned—again.

  Though not for long.

  Since he’d allowed himself to be captured in the first place, he’d always been in control of the situation, at least to some degree. And he had to laugh at the men who had tried to keep him held prisoner. What jokes. They were the type who probably had trouble catching and keeping a bug in a jar when they were little.

  Idiots.

  Dead idiots now, but idiots all the same.

  No, Weston had done his due diligence. He’d helped another Outcast. Paid some good forward. Now, though, his work was done and he didn’t need to stay in the area any longer. With Harmony home safe, the dreams should have eased up or at least stopped for a while. In the past, once the danger was over, he’d always been given breaks.

  Not now. The Harmony dreams ended only for new, more confusing ones to begin, and they’d started when Weston was drugged and held captive. Whatever sedative they’d pumped him full of was more than likely a trigger. Though, he didn’t understand how or why.

  The dreams brought with them the sinking feeling something bad was close to happening to someone he loved. But since he didn’t love anyone that in itself was confusing. So was the berries-and-cream girl. He’d never been blocked from being able to see a face in his dreams before, but hers was a mask of nothingness to him. Whoever she was, he had a strong sense that she was either in trouble or about to be, but he didn’t have any details beyond that. Didn’t matter how many times he tried to dream of her, all the information he received from whatever it was he tapped into when he was asleep wasn’t much to go on.

  “Some gift you assholes gave me. Should have kept my receipt and demanded a refund,” he ground out between clenched teeth, thinking of the scientists who made him what he was today. They’d messed up with him and others like him.

  Big time.

  And there wasn’t anyone to complain to. No one to rat them out to. The people who’d done this to him didn’t exist on paper. They were ghosts. Men like them had been around forever and a day, getting away with atrocities all in the name of science. Several of the scientists in the Ops program when it started were true monsters in every sense of the word. Over the decades, new ones were brought in. Ones who had visions of an end goal but weren’t willing to kill to get to it. Weston understood that everyone involved in the program wasn’t evil to the core. And despite all he’d been put through, he understood the need for men like him—soldiers who could shift into animals or something more. That didn’t lessen the sting of it all any or take away from the horrors he’d endured.

  The endless tests. The painful operations. The poking, the prodding and, in the end, what could only be labeled as torture before they outright tried to kill him.

  It all took its toll on him.

  Left him wanting to curl away from society and simply exist alone. After escaping their clutches, he began learning about the history of similar programs. It was amazing how much was documented in books and old journals. How much was there for the public to view and yet very few did. And when he’d reached out to contacts in the underground, he found even more information.

  It was scary as hell to see just how many times comparable tests were done, some even known worldwide, like IIya Ivanov and his ape-army attempts. Ivanov had been one of Hitler’s scientist
s, and he and so many others had participated in what would be later called Nazi’s Eugenics and the attempts at creating a master race. The Nazis weren’t the only offenders. Weston was living proof of just how caught up in it all America had been, and in truth probably still was.

  He didn’t believe for one second they’d stopped their programs to create super soldiers. They’d just gotten better at hiding it. Other countries kept their attempts out of the papers and out of sight of humans, but supernaturals knew the truth. Knew the programs and tests were out there. Knew people were still trying to play God and that they were failing in unimaginable ways.

  Gisbert Krauss was just one of the masterminds behind some of the new creations, such as the hybrids Weston had come up against more than once in the past year. From what he’d been told, many of the hybrids had started off as full-blooded supernaturals, and after Krauss and his team of scientists were done with them they were officially monsters. Blends of so many things, some of them no longer resembled human.

  Weston shivered.

  No thanks.

  Sharing himself with a bear was bad enough. His skin burned with the need for a change, and since he was currently alone, sex would have to wait. Yanking on himself was never his favorite way to get off. He preferred a hot chick to his hand, but had been known to resort to his hand when nothing else would do. Such would be the case soon enough at the rate he was going.