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  Act of Submission (PSI-Ops/ Immortal Ops) © Copyright 2015, Mandy M. Roth

  Suggested reading order of books released to date in the

  Mandy M. Roth, Online

  Mandy M. Roth Featured Books

  Act of Submission (PSI Ops)

  Praise for Mandy M. Roth’s Immortal Ops World

  Immortal Ops Series and PSI-Ops Series Helper

  Dedication:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Dear Reader

  The Raven Books’ Complimentary Material

  Sacred Places Excerpt

  Act of Submission (PSI- Ops)

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  Mandy M. Roth

  Act of Submission (PSI-Ops/ Immortal Ops) © Copyright 2015, Mandy M. Roth

  First Electronic Printing July 2015, The Raven Books

  Trade Paperback Printing July 2015

  Cover art by Andrea Depasture, © Copyright 2015

  Edited by: Suz G.

  Final Line Edit by: Jinxie

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  All books are 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 and intended for mature audiences only. Any and all characters, names, events, places and incidents are used under the umbrella of fiction and are of the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or events or places or locales is merely coincidence.

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  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

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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!

  Act of Submission (PSI Ops)

  Book Three in the PSI Ops Series

  Haven Carey has given up everything to seek out the man responsible for her brother's death, but she gets a lot more than she bargained for when she comes face-to-face with the tall, dark, and delicious alpha. When her world is turned on its head, she soon discovers that nothing is as it appears to be.

  Cat-shifting PSI-Operative Miles "Boomer" Walsh is the team loner for a reason—nothing and no one touches him. Not anymore. Except when a beautiful vixen shows up, claiming he murdered her brother, and tries to kill him. It's not the first time a female's tried to end him. But this time is different. Primal instinct demands his total surrender to whatever the woman has in mind… especially if that something includes a little pain mixed with pleasure.

  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) B
ook: 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.

  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, werebear.

  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).

  Dedication:

  To those of you who love the immortal bad boys just as much as I do. Can you believe it’s been OVER ten years since the Ops all came to be? Thanks for sticking it out with me and enjoying the ride. It's certainly been a wild one but I hope it's been worth it!

  Chapter One

  “Da, da, da, da, da…Cat-man,” sang Miles “Boomer” Walsh softly as he walked through the halls of his animal rescue shelter. The catchy play on a tune had been stuck in his head since one of his teammate’s wives had shot him up with what they’d all termed Mercy Juice. The stuff was potent. People would have paid great money for a sample of that shit. He drummed his fingers on his leather-clad thighs as he continued to stroll down the hall. Stopping, he took a moment and broke into air guitar movements, taking the theme to an entirely new level. His guitar solo was epic, very Hendrix-worthy, if he said so himself. He banged his head along with it, and his behavior had little to do with him being alone. He’d do the same in front of others.

  As Boomer finished his nonexistent riff, he grinned, knowing the guys would give him a hard time for his one-man show, should they witness it. He gathered his long, dark hair at the base of his neck before securing it with a leather tie. A few stray strands of hair that looked almost purple in the lighting needed to be tucked in as they had a mind of their own. The men he worked with didn’t understand why he sometimes added bizarre colors to his hair or why he wore the clothes he did. He wore what he liked. What he felt most comfortable in.

  Period.

  “Who am I kidding?” he asked out loud, unconcerned with the fact that he was talking to himself. He wore his hair the way he thought might best keep most people at bay. He liked being off-putting. Liked keeping others at a certain distance. Physical contact wasn’t something he sought out. Sex was a necessary evil he had to endure to keep his beast satisfied, but it wasn’t what it could or should be. It was hard, fast, dirty, and with the least amount of contact he could manage.

  Doggie-style.

  The irony in that wasn’t lost on him. A cat screwing in a position named after a dog. The position could have just as easily been called cat-style, but that lacked the proper ring, never quite catching on.

  Bummer.

  Just the idea of being touched made him tense, his body reacting as if being touched hurt. It didn’t. At least, not physically. The emotional damage was something altogether different. He didn’t mind pain. That wasn’t it at all. Truth be told, Boomer kinda welcomed pain.

  He ran his tongue out and over a metal lip ring he’d just had done the day before and hissed as the silver caused his tongue to burn. The pain felt good. As sick as it sounded, it felt natural. More natural than being touched—at least in a way that wasn’t coming from violence. The lip ring was just one of many piercings adorning his body. He had trouble stopping. He knew to some he looked like he was up to no good—a Goth punk. He was who he was—to hell with them all. Besides, where had they been when he needed advice, needed help, needed freedom?

  Nowhere to be found. Until it was time to judge him and the way he decided to live his life.

  Typical.

  Boomer took off his black leather jacket and tossed it onto a hook mounted in the hallway of the animal rehabilitation facility he owned, operated, and fully funded. There were enough shell corporations between he and it so that no one could ever trace it back to him. Hell, he didn’t even exist on paper. At least, not the real him. Miles Walsh was long dead. Barely a footnote in history. That was the way he liked it. And that was the way it had to be. Immortals couldn’t run around announcing they were immortal. Humans weren’t ready for that.

  Case in point, the internet was still abuzz after a recent underground blog posted evidence of the existence of he and his kind—men who could shift forms into animals and who were soldiers. The people he worked for were trying their best to head off the allegations and make them look like the ramblings of crazy folks. Didn’t stop the new trend popping up on social media of humans showing their support and adoration for shifters—like that would really hold true if they found out supernaturals were real.

  People would lose their shit and take up pitchforks. It’s what humans did.

  Predictable bastards.

  He’d been alive long enough to know the true face of mortals. He’d seen them turn on shifters. He knew firsthand what cruelties they were capable of. Of what everyone was capable of, human or not. Shivering, he tried to push the memories of his past down, to file them away in the deep recesses of his mind and lock them there. If they were tucked away then they were safe.

  He was safe.

  From them.

  From the nightmares.

  Boomer closed his eyes briefly and drew in a long, slow breath. He caught scent of the regulars. The large cats down the secondary hall. They couldn’t turn into a human, nor did they want to. They weren’t big fans of mortals either. Boomer nearly laughed at how most felt toward the human race.

  They hated them.

  With good reason.

  All of the large cats on the property had been abused by humans in some form or fashion. Now they were his to watch over. His to protect and care for. He welcomed the task. It was an honor to care for his “cousins.” He understood them in more ways than one and he related to them. Even Scar, the new male who had come to call the rescue home only a week ago. Scar didn’t want anything to do with Boomer and Boomer couldn’t blame him. The cat had suffered greatly. He just wanted to be left alone.

  The faint sounds of growls reached him and he knew then that two of the females were close to fighting. “Enough!” His snarled warning echoed through the facility and then everything went silent. The animals knew who was in charge. They wouldn’t push him.

  He had a few people who helped him out now and then at the rescue, but for the most part he was on his own with it, dedicating his free time to the care of the animals w
ho called it home. He didn’t mind. It filled up his time and that meant he wasn’t expected to always go to every social gathering his teammates were having. And they had a fucking lot of them.

  A couple of the guys had recently settled down and were starting families. He still couldn’t believe it. Boomer hadn’t really given the idea of such things much thought. They’d seemed too far-fetched. Too unobtainable.

  Duke Marlow was as stubborn and hard-headed as they came, and somehow the guy had managed to find his mate—his other half—and they were expecting a little one. Duke’s mate, Mercy, was quirky, and Boomer had a soft spot for the tiny redhead. She was pure-hearted and that meant a lot to him. She also was one of the few people he didn’t recoil from when touched, though he didn’t know why. The pregnancy was brand new, and from what Duke had told him, Mercy was very tired of late. That wasn’t anything to be worried about.

  They had enough shit to be concerned about. Thankfully, Mercy wasn’t one of the problems. The girl could hold her own, and so long as they kept her away from the labs back at Paranormal Security and Intelligence, they all had a shot at survival. The woman was a serious danger around chemicals anymore. Ironic, since she’d been some sort of world-renowned scientist before she got pregnant. Boomer suspected her issues now came from her husband and Corbin, the team captain, stealing all her proper chemicals and replacing them with ones they deemed safe for her and the baby. Chemicals that didn’t work, but of course, they liked to pretend it was Mercy’s fault there were now issues in the labs.