OFFICIAL GENRE: Romantic Suspense (hot heat level)
PUBLICATION DATE: Oct 21, 2015
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
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.
and Evie must learn to forgive or risk losing the promise of redemption and
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.
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.
reconnect to her mouth. “What?”
voice passed through lips that were way too tempting.
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.
“What’s with the cane?”
clothes?” He extinguished his cigarette and stepped away from the doorway
leading to the upstairs apartment, his limp noticeable.
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.”
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
pushing against her dam of resistance. “I bet you won.”
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.
guilt. Regret. Vengeance. But a forbidden desire keeps pulling him from his
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.
one fateful night cleaves their new found love in two…
destroy their lives for good?
face. “What are you doing here?”
gloriously figure hugging tank, to the top of her dark red head. Her pink
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.
you to stay away from me.”
hanging out of that airplane. Forget Sports Illustrated. He had farm
fucking fantastic right here.
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.
“Besides, I figured anything would be an improvement to your normal smell.”
So much for her vulnerability.
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
punishing him with the sexy sway of her hips.
stood there, nearly naked, and drenched in herbicide, and she walked past
him like a stranger on a sidewalk.
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
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
his head. But she’d dumped shit on him for the last time.
weeks, helping her after the funeral. She’d healed physically, but remained
an emotional tomb.
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.”
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
married. Not Shane.
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.
on lust eating him alive.
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
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
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.
heart can take.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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?”
so matter-of-fact, he had no doubt she spoke the truth. Holy shit. He
yanked on the ropes, but they didn’t move.
weakness. He found none.
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 brother. Hoyt’s life depended on him. If he couldn’t get free… “Nice,
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.
just had to stop thinking with his dick for long enough to find out where
Hoyt was being held. “My name is Jake.”
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
even better. Her soft accent and long vowels stretched it out slow.
Sensual. “And what do I look like?”
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.
missing, know anything about that?” He studied her reaction intently,
watching for any flash of awareness, but she didn’t give away
Sorry, but you plopped down on the wrong piece of land.”
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….
held firm. Shit.
Desire was holding him hostage as much as the damn ropes. Got to get free.
Got to find Hoyt.
his body, the position incredibly erotic.
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.”
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.
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.