Triple Release Tour – Men of Mercy Series by Lindsay Cross

Triple Release of the MEN OF MERCY
Series
AUTHOR: Lindsay Cross
COVER DESIGNER: Kim Killion

OFFICIAL GENRE: Romantic Suspense (hot heat level)

PUBLICATION DATE: Oct 21, 2015

REDEMPTION
RIVER

BOOK 1



Hunter James didn’t want or need redemption. 
Until one mission turns his world upside down. 
He left Mercy to fight for his country and escape a broken heart. Years
later, he is hard. Cold. A man without mercy. Part of an elite Task Force,
he tracks a brutal terrorist to his home town. And runs into the woman who
betrayed him…
Evangeline Videl was destroyed when Hunter left. Determined to move on, she
finds another man, but discovers too late the monster hidden beneath his
smooth smile. Struggling to find the conviction to live, Evie finds her
life spinning out of control. 
Then Hunter returns…
Forced to band together to find the terrorist before its too late, Hunter
and Evie must learn to forgive or risk losing the promise of redemption and
their lives…
“Hey.” His Southern drawl put Matthew McConaughey to shame. Slow. Sexy. And
familiar.
Her gaze traveled up the muscled torso to a pair of dark chocolate-brown
eyes. 
Holy crap.
“Hunter James.” His name breathed past her lips on a whisper. 
For the second time that night her heart stuttered and her stomach clenched
tight. 
Hunter blocked her path, his towering six-foot-four frame packaged in a
tight-fitting black T-shirt and jeans that showcased his muscles. His arms
had to be twice the size they were the last time he’d been here. His gaze
twice as intense. Her reaction twenty times that.
According to the town gossips, he’d been back in Mercy for a couple of
weeks, but so far he’d avoided her. And she’d prayed daily he would stay
away. Every time he came home on leave, he seemed to make it a point to
show up here. At her bar. With another woman on his arm. Making sure she
saw he’d moved on. And each time her heart broke a little more.
“Need some help?” he asked.
Her brain took a full minute to kick into gear, then another minute to
reconnect to her mouth. “What?” 
“You look like you could use some help. Can I do anything?” His serious
voice passed through lips that were way too tempting. 
She couldn’t think. The man standing before her had gone AWOL with her
heart over five years ago, like the tail end of a twister after a storm.
Part of her had been happy he’d left. The other part had been devastated.
Their love had been wild and crazy, but ultimately destructive. 
She noticed the knotted wood cane leaning against the table beside him.
“What’s with the cane?” 
Hunter grinned and shifted his weight to the side. “What’s with the wet
clothes?” He extinguished his cigarette and stepped away from the doorway
leading to the upstairs apartment, his limp noticeable. 
Evie crossed her arms over her chest, the action squeezing more beer out of
her bra. Her lips pressed into a tight line and she forced herself to
answer, “Wet T-shirt contest. It’s a new thing we’re trying.”
Evie straightened her arms, clenching and unclenching her fists at her
sides in time with the ticking in his jaw. A couple day’s stubble graced
the hard planes of his face, only a little shorter than the black hair
buzzed close to his scalp. He looked as if he’d been chiseled from
steel.
Hunter leaned in close and Evie’s stomach knotted. Lust built inside her,
pushing against her dam of resistance. “I bet you won.”
He wasn’t staring at her chest, she had to give him that. No, his target
appeared to be her mouth. His head lowered to hers and her mind went blank.
If she had been thinking like a full-grown woman, she would have jerked
back before his lips made contact. But tonight her brain had pointed and
aimed but failed to fire.




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RESURRECTION
RIVER

BOOK 2




Ranger James accepted his best friend’s death like a good soldier. With
guilt. Regret. Vengeance. But a forbidden desire keeps pulling him from his
mission…
Desire for his best friend’s widow.
Killed in Action. That’s why Rachel Carter’s husband wasn’t coming
home. 
A war widow, alone and broke, Rachel struggles to revive her family’s crop
dusting service to survive. Now she takes to the skies to find escape.
Escape from the pain. From the guilt. From the earth-shattering desire for
her husband’s best friend. 
Rachel and Ranger can’t fight the attraction between them any longer. But
one fateful night cleaves their new found love in two…
Can they find the will to fight for true love? Or will an evil so shocking
destroy their lives for good?
Rachel spun around, the yellow airplane a perfect backdrop to her beautiful
face. “What are you doing here?”
Ranger let his gaze travel from her scruffy boots, torn jeans and
gloriously figure hugging tank, to the top of her dark red head. Her pink
cheeks flushed. 
“Like what you see?” 
Ranger approached, her green gaze turned wary. Good. She should be worried.
She’d doused him in chemicals. His skin still itched. He reached forward,
plucked an oil stick from her ponytail and sent her hair spilling to her
shoulders. He caught the brief scent of flowers and oil. 
Rachel grabbed her hair, lips parted. Angry. Stubborn. Sexy.
He held up the stick right in front of her face. “Oil stick.” 
Rachel snatched it from his fingers and tossed it across the room. “I told
you to stay away from me.”
Ranger shrugged, his brain still caught on the image of her jean-clad ass
hanging out of that airplane. Forget Sports Illustrated. He had farm
fucking fantastic right here. 
“Don’t you think dropping that all-natural excuse for chemicals on me is a
bit dramatic? If you want to get me naked all you had to do is ask.” Ranger
gestured to himself, sweeping his hand from his head down to his torso,
Rachel’s eyes followed. 
That definitely wasn’t desperation or anger in her gaze.
The desire he’d been trying to hold in check for months reared up inside
him.
“You think I want to see you naked?” Rachel snorted, lifted her chin.
“Besides, I figured anything would be an improvement to your normal smell.”
So much for her vulnerability.
The wind picked up, blew into the hangar. Ranger shifted, praying the wind
wouldn’t open the fly on his boxers, and almost covered himself. Almost.
Until he remembered she was the reason for his stench. Instead, he stood
tall. “You’ve never had a problem with the way I smelled
before.” 
“My manners were just too good to say anything.” She strode past him,
punishing him with the sexy sway of her hips. 
Dammit, he was so hard up for her, even her walk had his mind blanking. He
stood there, nearly naked, and drenched in herbicide, and she walked past
him like a stranger on a sidewalk.
Running from him. Again. 
“Rachel Ann.” He didn’t yell, but she stopped mid-stride. Turned. Lips
parted.
“You did that on purpose,” Ranger said. She’d been hard headed even in
high-school, when he tried to break up with her, explaining that he needed
a little space to see if life in Mercy was what he really wanted. Jumping
on the marriage and kids bandwagon at eighteen years old had scared the
shit out of him. But he’d obliterated any chance for reconnecting with
Rachel when she’d seen him making out with Tonya at the football game
senior year. 
He hadn’t thought that leaving her to sow the wild oats of his youth would
be a self-fulfilling prophecy of regret. Or that his best friend would move
in on Rachel so fast and fill the void that Ranger had left in her
heart. 
“You bet your ass I did.”
“What the hell for?” He couldn’t get her smell, her taste, her touch out of
his head. But she’d dumped shit on him for the last time.
Her eyes narrowed and her lips flattened. “I warned you.”
Yeah, she’d warned him to stay away from her. He’d stayed with her for
weeks, helping her after the funeral. She’d healed physically, but remained
an emotional tomb. 
“I promised Shane, if anything ever happened to him, I’d look out for you.”
He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss that angry expression right off
her face. He’d wanted her since high-school, but when she’d married Shane,
he’d vowed to put those feelings away. Forever. But the attraction hadn’t
disappeared. And he knew it never would. “I know the chemistry between us
is weird. Scary. But dammit it’s real and it’s here and now. You’re just
flying through the clouds because you don’t want to see what’s on the
ground right in front of you.”
If he hadn’t been studying every minute expression on her face he would
have missed the brief flash of vulnerability in her gaze. Then her anger
slid back in place. “The only thing I feel is annoyance. Are you so
desperate that you have to chase after what you can’t have? You dumped me
first, remember?”
Him? Desperate? No. He’d never had a problem getting women. Until
Rachel. 
If he hadn’t been so young and stupid he would have been the one she’d
married. Not Shane.
Now all he could think, all he could see, was the small sprinkle of
freckles across her pert nose. He could be on a mission in a third world
country or down the road. It didn’t matter. She affected him. 
He had an all-consuming need for his best friend’s wife. He hadn’t counted
on lust eating him alive. 
But he had honor. He had loyalty. Ranger had vowed over Shane’s grave to
take care of Rachel.


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RECKLESS
RIVER

BOOK 3


They say you can’t go home again. Jared Crowe never wanted to. 
Home meant facing memories of abuse and neglect. Of dark closets and evil
nightmares. Of his own relatives intent on killing him. But now his
brother’s kidnapping forces him to face those demons. Only this time, Jared
isn’t a scared little boy. He’s a full-grown Special Forces operative bent
on revenge.
As a little girl, Sparrow Pickney risked her life to free two abused boys.
As a grown woman Sparrow needs to earn a place in her adopted family’s
business or be forced into a life of degradation. The chance to prove her
family loyalty comes when she catches Jared spying on the compound and
captures him.
When Jared sees his captor, he realizes she’s the girl of his dreams and
vows to rescue her from a life of poverty. What Jared doesn’t know is
Sparrow may not be the savior he remembers…but the one responsible for
abducting and torturing his brother.
Jared is determined to find the truth. But that truth may be more than his
heart can take.
It had been nearly twenty years since he’d seen her, but Jared could never
forget those golden eyes. Eyes that had haunted his dreams ever since. Had
she joined up with Kay? Or was she simply one of those poor souls
struggling to survive? 
The thought of Sparrow slowly starving filled him with a sense of guilt. He
should have made her leave with them. Even though they’d been children when
she’d freed them, Jared had been big enough to drag her out, whether she’d
wanted to go or not.
She leaned over him, reaching for his hands. Her floppy hat fell down,
blinding her, and she ripped it off and tossed it across the room. Long
caramel-colored hair, full of sun-kissed highlights, waterfalled down the
sides of her face and tickled his nose. Her scent surrounded him now,
flooding his senses. Honeysuckle and wildflowers. His cock swelled in an
instant. Jared gnashed his teeth together, trying to quell his intense
reaction to her nearness.
Sparrow leaned down further and her loose tank top gaped open, treating him
to a glorious view of surprisingly plump breasts cupped in a plain sports
bra. His gaze locked onto her beaded nipples through the cotton. Fuck he
wanted to rip that bra down and reveal what was hidden beneath. The loose
manly clothes she wore made her look stick thin, but womanly curves were
concealed beneath them. 
Sparrow sighed and sat up straight, leaving rope dangling uselessly on his
wrists. Jared gripped the metal headboard with his hands, waiting for her
next move. She stood there for a moment and studied him, trying to decide
what to do. Well, he wasn’t going to help her out one little bit.
“Keep your hands right there, got it?” Her voice was stern.
“Yes ma’am.” He had no intention of acting up. Yet.
She placed a knee on the mattress, and in one swift movement straddled him,
settling on his belly. Jared groaned and closed his eyes thankful she
hadn’t sat down lower on his body; otherwise, she would have gotten her own
surprise. She leaned over him spreading her knees wider up his chest. His
eyes popped open, unable to resist another view of her bare
skin. 
“You can stop with the theatrics right now, I know I’m not big enough to
crush you.”
If only that were his problem. Her shirt dipped down even more and he
fixated on the pale mounds of her breasts straining against the material of
her sports bra. It was a crime to lock those beauties up in serviceable
cotton. 
She should wear nothing but pure silk and lace, perfect for him to rip off
her body.
Her hair curtained around him again, and her soft lips parted in
concentration as she worked. He was aware of every inch of exposed
skin—from the graceful hollow of her neck to her supple forearms peeking
out from the rolled up sleeves of her checkered work shirt. Even more aware
of the intense heat radiating from her core, pressed so intimately to his
chest.
“There. All done.” She sat back, a satisfied smile on her lips.
Jared tugged on the rope. He’d completely zoned out on anything other than
her straddling him. It didn’t give an inch—the knot she’d tied was worthy
of a professional. A small ounce of foreboding seeped into him. “Where did
you learn to tie knots?” 
“Trapping. Working snares. Been doing it since I was a kid.” Her words were
so matter-of-fact, he had no doubt she spoke the truth. Holy shit. He
yanked on the ropes, but they didn’t move. 
“Impressive.” Jared wriggled his fingers and wrists, testing for any
weakness. He found none.
“Might as well stop struggling. Nobody’s ever been able to get out of one
of my knots. And I used my new rope too, so it wouldn’t snap easy.” She
made a snapping motion with her fingers, the emphasis driving in just how
stupid his plan had been. He should have used that easy opening she’d given
him with the gun.
His foreboding turned to real worry. He had to get out of here to rescue
his brother. Hoyt’s life depended on him. If he couldn’t get free… “Nice,
now what?”
“Now you tell me who you are and why you’re here.” Sparrow sat back on her
heels, the curve of her ass grazing the tip of his cock. He clenched his
muscles, fighting to free himself from the pull of lust.
Remember, you’re the soldier trained in interrogation techniques. Now he
just had to stop thinking with his dick for long enough to find out where
Hoyt was being held. “My name is Jake.” 
She tapped her chin, staring down at him. Once again he was enthralled by
the intense color of her eyes. They were golden, almost like a cat’s, with
a darker brown ring around the edges. “Jake. You don’t look like a
Jake.” 
He enjoyed hearing the name on her lips. Would enjoy hearing his real name
even better. Her soft accent and long vowels stretched it out slow.
Sensual. “And what do I look like?”
“I don’t know. Killer? Tiger?”
“That’s what people name their cats.” 
“True. Why are you here?”
“Why did you take me hostage?” he countered.
“You were spying on my family. Only our enemies do that.” She shifted,
brushing against his tip again. Fuck he wanted to rip free of these bonds
and throw her down beneath him. Where was his detached logic now? Something
about her was making him lose control.
“I have no interest in you. I was looking for a family member who went
missing, know anything about that?” He studied her reaction intently,
watching for any flash of awareness, but she didn’t give away
anything. 
“Haven’t seen anybody new around here in a long time, and I would know.
Sorry, but you plopped down on the wrong piece of land.” 
“He told me he was coming here.” Not really, but Jared knew without the
slightest shred of doubt that Hoyt had been taken by the Crowes. Miss Kay
wanted to finish what she had started all those years ago, even if Jared
didn’t know why. It was bad enough his parents had died when Jared was only
nine, Hoyt six, but to have his aunt try to murder them…. 
Jared yanked on the bonds again, testing the bed frame. It screeched but
held firm. Shit. 
“What does he look like?” Every time Sparrow moved or shifted he felt her.
Desire was holding him hostage as much as the damn ropes. Got to get free.
Got to find Hoyt.
“What do I get if I tell you?” 
“What do you get? You get to live.” Her brows shot down as if
confused. 
“You won’t kill me.”
“Try me.” 
“How about we make a little trade—you give me something, I give you
something.” 
“Give? What do you want?” She laid her palms on her thighs, kneeling over
his body, the position incredibly erotic. 
Blushing aside, maybe she wasn’t so innocent after all. He had a plan and
she was part of it. He knew he could get more information out of Sparrow
than her giant ass brother. And he’d find it a hell of a lot more enjoyable
too. “Kiss me.” 
She stopped moving all together and her eyes narrowed in on his
mouth. 
“Give me a kiss and I’ll sing like a bird.”

Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She
is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great
Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and
veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became
her escape and motivation. 

An avid reader since childhood, reading and writing is in her blood. After
years of reading, she discovered her true passion – writing. Her alpha
military men are damaged, drop-dead gorgeous and determined to win the
heart of the woman of their dreams.

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