Ramsey: A Military Bad Boy Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance (The Bradford Brothers Book 3) Read online

  Book # 3 in The Bradford Brothers Series

  Copyright 2016 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Swann Song Books.

  Cover design by Kasmit Covers.

  Table of Contents

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  RAMSEY: Book # 3 in the Bradford Brothers Series

  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

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  EPILOGUE

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  JENSEN: Book # 1 in the Bradford Brothers Series

  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

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  And to Christine, for the inspiration and for being one hell of a role model

  for women serving in the United States Armed Forces.

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  RAMSEY: Book # 3 in the Bradford Brothers Series

  Chapter 1

  It’s my first day of special mission training, but it’s about the tenth time I’ve been through one of these training sessions. I’m glad my two brothers, Jensen and Harlow, are going through it with me. Misery loves company, I suppose— or at least some drinking buddies to celebrate with once the misery ends.

  “Welcome to joint training, gentlemen,” our commander, Colonel Jim Marshall says, which is always how he begins his little speeches for these things. “The next three days will be a grueling, competitive session designed to train the current pararescue unit for their upcoming mission while on deployment, and will also serve as the final test for the new recruits to the unit.”

  “Boring,” whispers Harlow, while Jensen pretends to snore.

  “After 48 hours of intense field simulation, if you can pass the upcoming close air support training test, you will be accepted as a member of the United States Air Force Special Operations team, in the pararescue division of the Control and Command unit,” Colonel Marshall continues. He’s been using the megaphone so that everyone in our large group can hear him.

  He acts like we’ve never been to one of these trainings, or heard these tough- sounding instructions before. They’re mostly to scare the newbies. But we still have to listen to them every time there’s a joint training.

  I look around at everyone gathered on Johnson Field, the largest open training area on Kirtland Air Force Base. I’m glad to be surrounded not only by my two actual brothers but also my many figurative brothers, fellow members of my pararescue unit.

  We only have about a month left before Harlow and I ship off with the rest of our unit. Although the upcoming training is no joke, it’s a breeze compared to being deployed. The calm before the storm, so to speak.

  I’m so glad Harlow is coming with us, as it didn’t look like he would be at first. After suffering catastrophic injuries when our helicopter went down over enemy territory, he underwent facial reconstructive surgery and physical therapy. He’s back with us, and good as new.

  Harlow is my youngest brother— I practically raised him— and I was really worried about him for a while. But now he looks to be doing well, and even has a girlfriend: Whitney is a physical therapist who helped him get back to active duty status, although now she’s headed to medical school to become a doctor.

  Jensen isn’t being deployed with us, because he’s no longer active Air Force. He works for a private contractor who trains the new recruits to do the same things we’ve don
e in the pararescue unit. His men are being put to the test today— hopefully they all make it through, since they’ve already been weeded down significantly since their first day of training. One of them, though, who everyone calls Pipsqueak, might not make it. I’m not even sure how he got this far, but I assume Jensen has his reasons for passing him through.

  Jensen, man. The middle Bradford boy. He’s another one who worried me recently. He did some punk ass shit— in his defense, though, it was all for the good of our mother— and got himself into trouble.

  His lawyer, Riley, helped him fight the charges and he was so appreciative he fucking fell in love with her and married her. He seems to be in a better place now, and I’m happy to see that both my little brothers have figured out their shit, even if it did mean breaking The Pact.

  Now it’s just down to me. The last man standing. We’d all promised each other not to fall for the bullshit that is love, marriage, commitment. Our mom left our dad when we were young— for some no good loser addict and then a string of men just like him throughout the years.

  It killed our dad, literally. He died young of undiagnosed cardiac hypertension. None of us understood why he would hang on for a love that was never returned to him. We were determined not to let it happen to us.

  And yet, first Jensen and then Harlow fell. It’s almost like it’s contagious or something. But not me. I’m only interested in casual flings. And I don’t have time for anything serious anyway. I’m too busy looking after my brothers, and our mom.

  And fighting for my country. And some side interests I’ve recently picked up. Some people think they should go see a shrink about their problems. Me, I’d rather play my guitar or learn martial arts. My schedule is packed these days. There’s no room in my head— or heart— for anything or anyone else.

  “As some of you may know,” Colonel Marshall continues, “We’re teaming up with the Air Force fighter pilots for this close air support training. I’d like to introduce our latest fighter plane, the F-35 Lightning II jet.”

  As if on cue, a plane begins descending from the sky, and as it gets closer, everyone’s faces express more and more awe. The F-35 is an impressive beast, from its expansive bird- like wings to its pointed bird- like tip.

  Once the plane lands, we all gather closer to get a better look. But as the door swings open, we have a new sight to behold.

  “It’s a fucking woman,” says someone beside me, under his breath.

  I turn slightly to see Jerry, a fellow PJ.

  “Holy shit,” Harlow exclaims.

  “I’d also like to introduce Lieutenant Colonel Monica Carrington of the 33rd Fighter Wing,” Colonel Marshall announces. “She is the first woman to fly the Lightning II jet. Prior to doing so, she has had extensive experience flying combat missions in the F-15 Strike Eagle plane in Afghanistan. She fulfills an important role in her unit, which is charged with training pilots, maintenance and support crews for the F-35 in all its variants. As part of her job duties, she has come here to help train all of you in this mission.”

  “Yeah right,” Jerry laughs. “Like this girl could teach us anything.”

  “The Air Force and all other branches of the military need battle- tested pilots to help put the F-35A through its paces and ensure we have a trained and ready force of F-35 pilots to feed into our combat air forces,” Colonel Marshall continues. “So everyone here is grateful for Lieutenant Colonel Carrington, and glad that she’s able to join us for this joint training session.”

  “Speak for yourself,” someone yells from the back.

  I look over at him but don’t recognize him— must be a newbie, one of Jensen’s trainees.

  I glare at Jensen, disapprovingly, wanting him to get his man under control, but he has a slight smirk on his face, and says nothing.

  Monica steps down from the plane, and there are some hoots and hollers and whistles from among the crowd. I feel embarrassed to be part of this drooling circus crowd, but I have to admit that she’s super fucking hot.

  Blonde hair tumbles down around her shoulders as she lifts her helmet. And when she removes her glasses, she reveals two sharp eyes. She’s obviously in shape, but even in her flight suit, her striking curves are gorgeous. She’s a specimen impressive enough to match the plane she flew in on.

  “That’s enough, gentlemen. We are going to give Lieutenant Colonel Carrington the respect she deserves,” says Colonel Marshall. “She has the unique experience of being part of the first all- female combat mission in Afghanistan, in 2011. The pilots and weapons officers aboard two F-15s, as well as the planners and maintainers, were all women.”

  “Yeah, and they all sucked,” Jerry says, in a tone slightly above a whisper.

  I roll my eyes. The political climate has stirred up strong feelings and harsh resistance towards women in combat positions, especially in any branch of the Special Forces. A recent presidential directive mandated that the Direct Ground Combat Assignment Rule, which barred women from serving in combat units below the brigade level, be slowly dismantled, so that females could now begin serving in combat positions.

  The directive doesn’t apply to the close combat occupations and skills that comprise the Special Forces, so our unit hasn’t been affected. While women can accompany these units, they usually do so as “Cultural Support Teams,” who clear civilian women and children away from battle areas and communicate with Afghan women in a way that male service members cannot.

  Still, many of my brethren are of the opinion that women should not be involved in any kind of combat at all, especially not the highly stressful and technical operations that we carry out, and they wish to keep them far away from our unit. So this training session— run in part by a woman— should be interesting. To say the least.

  I’m sympathetic to Monica’s situation, even though none of my bonehead teammates seem to share my feelings. I can’t imagine what it would be like to be a woman in this field, but I’m sure it has to take a lot of “balls,” or the female equivalent anyway.

  “Is there anything you wish to say to the unit and trainees before we continue the instructions?” Colonel Marshall asks Monica.

  She takes the megaphone from him.

  “Just that I’m excited to be here working with all of you,” she says. “And I ask that you not allow my status as a woman to intimidate you.”

  “Hardy har har,” smirks Jerry, and even Harlow and Jensen roll their eyes, as if to say “How could we be intimidated by you?”

  “It’s been great to get airborne in this new jet. She flies like a dream,” Monica continues. “And I’ve found that the plane doesn’t know or care about my gender as a pilot, nor do the ground troops who need my support. I just have to perform— as you do. That’s all anyone cares about when I’m up there— that I can do my job, and that I can do it exceptionally well. In that way, we’re exactly the same.”

  Except that you’re smoking hot, I think, as I realize I can’t stop staring at her. The other guys are upset that they have to work with a woman, but I can’t seem to be anything but hot and bothered.

  Chapter 2

  After my dramatic entrance and impromptu speech, I join the crowd of troops to listen as Colonel Marshall continues to fill us in on the upcoming training session. I stand close to— but a bit behind— a pararescueman I noticed staring at me while I gave my speech.

  At over six feet tall with a head of dark, curly hair and piercing green eyes, he was definitely worth staring back at. The name tag sewn onto his uniform said “Bradford”— but then again, so did the name tags on the uniforms of the two men standing close to him, who look nearly as handsome as he does, and who are obviously his brothers.

  Three brothers in the same unit, stationed out of the same base, and being deployed together? I guess stranger things have happened.

  I want to concentrate on Colonel Marshall’s words but I know the drill of these training sessions by now— I’ve helped lead plenty of them myself— and I can’t help but
let my curiosity get the better of me.

  I realize that one of the brothers is in a different uniform, and appears to be a private contractor. He’s probably not being deployed. But to have obtained such a job, he had to have vast prior experience, likely working alongside his brothers.

  Brother fighters, I think. Fighting brothers. How cute.

  Commander Marshall talks about the procedures and protocol for the training mission.

  “Starting tomorrow morning, and for forty- eight hours straight, you will be in simulated enemy territory with simulated battlefield conditions.”

  He explains that some of the men will be on the ground with lasers, showing me and some other fighter pilots where to land. Still others will be jumping out of the planes, climbing up and down mountains and finding simulated crash victims to rescue, all the while surviving in the mountains in simulated active combat conditions.

  “We are lucky to have the F-35 Lightning II jet for this training, as that model will be one of the planes going to Afghanistan. It won’t be flown by Lieutenant Colonel Carrington, but by any number of other similarly qualified fighter pilots involved in the joint mission.”

  “Thank goodness the girl’s not coming with us,” says one of the guys standing near the Bradfords.

  “Yeah,” says another guy. “Shouldn’t her plane be painted pink, anyway?”

  “With Hello Kitty decals prominently displayed,” someone else chimes in.

  “It’s probably a mess inside, since women can never take care of their vehicles.”

  “She’s too busy texting, applying makeup and drinking sparkling bottled water while driving it.”

  I just roll my eyes, although I don’t think they even notice me amongst them. I’m used to such remarks in my career. I’ve had to deal with them since I first started out. But they just make me even more determined to prove myself and to do my job to the best of my ability.