Zachary (New Orleans Magic, Book 3)

Zachary (New Orleans Magic Book 3) by [Patricia Rosemoor]Zachary

Series: New Orleans Magic #3

My rating: 

Author:  Patricia Rosemoor

Publisher: Season Publishing

Print Length: 81Pages

Publication Date: June 1, 2017


 

 

NEW ORLEANS MAGIC SERIAL

After a murder at a voodoo ceremony in a charming New Orleans bistro,  street cops Jordan O’Reilly, Liam O’Reilly, and Zachary Doucet have a personal stake in solving the case. But if they meddle in the investigation, they may get thrown off the force–or worse.

Par 3: Zachary

Officer Zachary Doucet arrives at a murder scene‒‒the victim another voodoo ceremony participant‒‒only to face his ex-partner Detective Rebecca Romero. Zachary sees this murder as proof that the wrong man is in jail and intends to clear his half-brother Jordan. From experience, Rebecca fears he’ll do anything to get what he needs, so she unofficially works the case with him. Their unconsummated attraction to each other flares anew, but with Rebecca a straight arrow and Zachary a maverick, is there hope for a future together?

Three authors, three books, one conclusion.

Zachary is the last book in the New Orleans Magic series. And as promised I went and started the series over and completed Zachary story at long last. In Liam’s story, I thought I knew who the individual was circumventing executing the supporter on Jordan’s life partner bistro. Obviously, it was quite recently starry-eyed thinking on my part, since I didn’t care for the one character.

On the off chance that I needed to pick which book out of the three I preferred it would be this book. I think because it had better character development and out of the three brothers I like Zachary better.

Independently each book merits the evaluations that I provided for them. Be that as it may, all in all, only two stars for series.

Books In This Series (3 Books)

Jordan (New Orleans Magic Book 1) by [Rebecca York]

Jordan (New Orleans Magic Book 1)

Liam (New Orleans Magic Book 2) by [Ann Voss Peterson]

Liam (New Orleans Magic Book 2)

Zachary (New Orleans Magic Book 3) by [Patricia Rosemoor]

Zachary (New Orleans Magic Book 3)

Patricia Rosemoor

Biography

Bio: Patricia Rosemoor

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Patricia Rosemoor has had 99 novels with 8 publishers and more than 7 million books in print. All but two of her Patricia Rosemoor novels are romantic suspense or romantic thrillers.

Patricia has won a Golden Heart from Romance Writers of America and two Reviewers Choice and two Career Achievement Awards from Romantic Times BOOKreviews, and in her other life, she taught Popular Fiction and Suspense-Thriller Writing at Columbia College Chicago.

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Liam (New Orleans Magic Book 2)

Liam (New Orleans Magic Book 2) by [Ann Voss Peterson]Liam (New Orleans Magic)

Series: New Orleans Magic #2

My rating: 

Author: Ann Voss Peterson

Publisher: Season Publishing

Print Length: 117 Pages

Publication Date: June 1, 2017


NEW ORLEANS MAGIC SERIAL

After a murder at a voodoo ceremony in a charming New Orleans bistro, three street cops, Jordan O’Reilly, Liam O’Reilly, and Zachary Doucet, have a personal stake in solving the case. But if they meddle in the investigation, they may get thrown off the force–or worse.

PART 2: LIAM

Liam O’Reilly doesn’t have to wear the uniform to be a cop, he is the uniform. Disciplined and skeptical, Liam doesn’t believe in voodoo any more than he does in lasting love. But then he meets brash defense attorney Simone Jones… and his carefully structured world spins out of control.

New Orleans Magic: Jordan… Liam… Zachary… Each of these compelling stories ends with an HEA for the hero and heroine. But only the full set will finally get to the bottom of the murder mystery. Be sure to read them all!

Liam written by Ann Voss Peterson is part 2 of the New Orleans Magic. Okay, I like this part better than I did part one. I don’t know whether it was the character of Liam who didn’t really have any serious issues….just the routine mess of being a cop. Be that as it may, I found that this story held my attention more than Jordan story.

This story finds again one of the O’Reilly attempting to discover who is murdering the patrons of the New Orleans bistro. In any case, this one is moving closer to home, when, Jordan winds up on the flip side of the law, and it’s up to his sibling, Liam to clear him before he turns into a dead man walking.

In this story, the mystery is coming noticeably clear. I think I know the individual who’s doing the grisly killing and I think I know the reason why.

Liam story just like Jordan’s story to ends on a cliffhanger

Books In This Series (3 Books)

Jordan (New Orleans Magic Book 1) by [Rebecca York]

Jordan (New Orleans Magic Book 1)

Liam (New Orleans Magic Book 2) by [Ann Voss Peterson]

Liam (New Orleans Magic Book 2)

Zachary (New Orleans Magic Book 3) by [Patricia Rosemoor]

Zachary (New Orleans Magic Book 3)

More about the author

Ann Voss Peterson

Biography

Ann Voss Peterson is the author of over thirty novels and has millions of books in print all over the globe. Winner of the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award and a Rita finalist, Ann is known for her adrenaline-fueled thrillers and romantic suspense novels, including the Codename: Chandler spy thrillers she writes with J.A. Konrath and her own thriller series featuring small town Wisconsin police chief Val Ryker.

A creative writing major in college, Ann worked all manner of jobs after graduation, ranging from grooming show horses to washing windows, and now she draws on her wide variety of life experiences to fill her fictional worlds with compelling energy and undeniable emotion.

She lives near Madison, Wisconsin with her family and their border collie.

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Shadow Reaper ( Shadow Riders #2)

Shadow Reaper (Shadow Riders Novel, A) by [Feehan, Christine]Shadow Reaper

Series: Shadow Riders #2

My rating:

Author: Christine Feehan

Publisher: Berkley

Print Length: 397 Pages

Publication Date: May 30, 2017


 

#1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan returns to her scorching-hot series starring a Chicago crime family that has built its empire in the shadows…

Billionaire playboy Ricco Ferraro knows no other life. Being a shadow rider is in his blood—but so is a haunting desperation stemming from the secrets of his dark past. His recklessness puts not only his life at risk, but also the future of his entire family. To save them all, he must find a woman who can meet his every desire with a heat all her own…

Just when Ricco has given up hope, he meets her—a mysterious woman whose shadow connects with his. She’s someone looking for a safe haven from the danger that has stalked her over the last several months. In Ricco’s embrace, she finds one. But the darkness in which they so often find sanctuary can also consume them…

As per Goodreads’ it ought to have taken me 7 hours and 53 minutes to peruse Shadow Reaper. All things considered, it just took this critic 5 hours to finish up Shadow Reaper the second title in Christine Feehan new series Shadow Riders.

A Little piece of advice. Figure out how to put a book down, particularly on the off chance that you should work the next morning. All things considered, this advice might be for me more than all you the readers. In any case, on to my review.

Shadow Reaper is a tension, thriller, romantic suspense. (Attempt to state that three times genuinely quick.) 😊 Told in the third person. Nothing stunning up until this point… right! All things considered, the stunning part is I was reluctant on obtaining this book. Yes, K. Yearwood who never missed a Christine Feehan new release almost didn’t buy a title in light of mixed reviews of Shadow Reaper. Try not to misunderstand me I would have read the book regardless, however, as opposed to buying, I would have gone to my nearby library and obtained the title. I took a risk and it paid off.

Shadow Reaper was past extraordinary. Only I could give Shadow Reaper more than five stars!
I am so eager in the wake of reading Shadow Reaper that I will try not to give excessive spoilers.

This story is about one of the many siblings of Stefano Ferraro whom we had the delight of meeting in Shadow Rider.

Ricco Ferraro’s story starts with a terrible fender bender, with just his sister-in-law, Francesca Ferraro, spouse to Stefano, trusting that he didn’t do it deliberately. Afterward, it was discovered that a specific part was defective.

The huge mystery wasn’t….Why did the accident happen? It wasn’t even….Who, was behind it? Despite the fact, that it ought to have been. It was…When! That is right. Ricco had an enormous mystery that he was keeping from his family. Now 10 years after the fact, he is forced to reveal his secret in order to save their lives.

Shadow Reaper was quick paced and I couldn’t put the book down until the last page was turned. Yes, I surrendered four hours of rest. In any case, I don’t regret not one moment of it. I would have kicked myself on the off chance that I would have put off reading Shadow Reaper.

So, in case you’re uncertain if you ought to buy this title. Give me a chance to be the one to comfort your psyche. Purchase the book you, you will love it.

For those of you who are Christine Feehan’s fans. Which I do include myself among the ranks. Christine Feehan went hard and fast on making Shadow’s Reaper the best so far in her new series. IMOP

There it is. All finished. I didn’t give too much away… did I? 😊

Pick up your copy of Shadow Reaper to meet the baddest family in town!

Shadow Rider series
Books do not have to be read in order, but you’ll get the whole picture if you do!

Shadow Rider (Stefano Ferraro & Francesca Cappello)

Shadow Reaper (Ricco Ferraro & Mariko)

More about the author

Christine Feehan

Christine Feehan is a #1 New York Times bestselling author fifteen times over with her portfolio including over 50 published novels, including six series; Leopard Series, Dark Series, Ghostwalker Series, Drake Sisters Series, the Sisters of the Heart Series, and her new Shadow Series. Five of her series have hit the #1 spot on the New York Times bestselling list as well. Her debut novel Dark Prince received 3 of the 9 Paranormal Excellence Awards in Romantic Literature (PEARL) in 1999. Since then she has been published by various publishing houses including Leisure Books, Pocket Books, and currently is writing for Berkley/Jove. She also has earned 7 more PEARL awards since Dark Prince.

In addition to the #1 New York Times bestsellers list and the PEARL awards, Christine is honored to have made the bestsellers list for Amazon, B. Daltons, Barnes and Nobles, Bookscan, Borders, Ingrams, Publishers Weekly, Rhapsody Book Club, USA Today, Waldenbooks, Walmart, and the Washington Post. Other honors that she has received include being a nominee for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA award, receiving the Career Achievement Award for Contemporary New Reality from Romantic Times Magazine in 2003 and in 2008 the Borders Lifetime Achievement Award.

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HIS Choice (HIS Series Book 2)

His Choice (HIS Series Book 2) by [Kell, Sheila]HIS Choice 

HIS series book #2

My rating:

Author: Sheila Kell

Publisher: Cunningham Books

Print Lenth: 356 Pages

Publication Date: May 12, 2015


 

Romantic Suspense BESTSELLER • Will his choice mean certain death to the woman he promised to protect? In Sheila Kell’s passionate novel of deception and desire, a smoking-hot enforcer and a determined reporter are destined to make choices that will change everything.

Every choice requires a decision, but some choices are determined by the heart.

Enforcer AJ Hamilton is no longer on the right side of the law. Tangled up with Baltimore’s largest crime boss, he has been tasked to threaten bothersome reporter, Megan Rogers. After a heated encounter, his attraction to her is as unexpected as it is unwanted. Failing to warn her off, AJ is forced to protect her from her stubborn self as well as his criminal boss.

Saving Megan from the clutches of certain death, AJ’s no longer sure which side he’s fighting for. With tensions high, their passion flares as they battle to stay one step ahead of the criminal mastermind The Magician. As their plan to expose him unfolds, AJ is forced to make a choice. But no matter the option he chooses, he may not be able to protect her or their hearts.

***

Before I get into review for those of you who chosen to avoid HIS Desire, I will give you a little back story on AJ Hamilton.

AJ Hamilton “FBI Special Agent” Brother to Jesse Hamilton and ex-partner to one Kate Ross – Hamilton. Who aided on the capture of the individual who was seeking revenge on his sibling Jesse by pursuing his partner Kate.
Toward the conclusion of HIS Desire AJ’s family discovered that he went covert and now their scrambling to figured out what happened to their missing brother. And hopes that he knows that wherever he is, Hamilton Investigation and Security (HIS) will soon find him and bring him safely home.

I am coming to love Sheila Kell universe of HIS. Every one of the characters from the principal book (HIS Desire) tagged along for the fun and experience of HIS Choice.

What a perfect name “HIS Choice”, I ought to state for the second title in Sheila Kell’s HIS. Since that is the thing that one AJ Hamilton has done and will do all through this book. Settling on decisions that will touch his life as well as Megan Rogers as well.

HIS Choice opens with Megan Rogers needing to comprehend what happed to her sibling who disappeared yet later was discovered dead. Being an Investigator Reporter will come in handy in solving the mystery.

Megan Rogers knows the outcome and that only one error on her part could lead her to either vanishing or winding up simply like her sibling. In any case, she won’t let that stop her. She should for her parents’ piece of mind, however, more so for herself, discover who the secret individual behind the Magic Shop for that was the situation her sibling was chipping away at before he disappeared.

AJ went covert to discover who’s the mastermind behind the Magic Shop and to bring the entire organization to justice. By going covert, he knew, it implied doing things that conflict with the grain of profound quality. Conflicting with everything that HIS stands for.

He knew to guarantee that he left this mission alive and have Megan remaining close to him, he should turn into that individual…an individual for which HIS doors will always stay open for business. In the meantime, he should ensure that he doesn’t lose his actual self en route.

HIS Choice was another astounding romantic suspense, which will have you shake your head in in awe about who the driving force behind the Magic Shop truly was.

I was coming to love the Hamilton family by the closure of HIS Desire. In any case, after perusing HIS Choice I can authoritatively say that I adore them. The way Sheila Kell composes these characters you can’t resist the urge to become hopelessly enamored. Indeed, even the auxiliary characters leave along enduring impression well after the story closes.

I am coming to see an example on how Sheila Kell will end every one of her books in this series. Yes, Sheila Kell has done it once more. In any case, with this cliffhanger and the following title in the series… HIS Return, I at long last will have my answers to my burning questions; What happen to their Foster sibling and What made him leave the way he did?

I gave HIS Desire four stars, not because I felt that the book lacked something. But to leave space for the following title to Wow me. And that it has done in a huge way. With all the curve and turns and that conclusion! HIS Choice merit the stars I gave and somewhat more.

On the off chance that you are going back and forth about perusing Sheila Kell’s HIS. Give this reviewer a chance to comfort you and take a risk on the HIS series and realize that you won’t have buyer remorse.

HIS CHOICE is the second book in the HIS romantic suspense series. If you like thrilling, edge of your seat reading with sizzling sex scenes, then you’ll love each installment of Sheila Kell’s best-selling series.

Pick up your copy of HIS CHOICE to meet the hot-bodied men of HIS today!

Hamilton Investigation & Security: HIS series
Books do not have to be read in order, but you’ll get the whole picture if you do!

HIS Desire (Jesse & Kate)
HIS Choice (AJ & Megan)
HIS Return (Jake & Emily)
HIS Chance (Devlin & Rylee)

More about the author

Sheila Kell

Sheila Kell writes smokin’ hot romance and intrigue. She secretly laughs when her mother, in that stern voice, calls it, “nasty.” As a self-proclaimed caffeine addict nestled in north Mississippi with three cats, she wears her pajamas most of the day and writes about the romantic men who leave women’s hearts pounding with a happily-ever-after built on a memorable, adrenaline pumping story. When she isn’t writing, she can be found visiting her family, dreaming of an editor who agrees her work is perfect or watching cartoons.

Sheila is a proud Romance Writers of America member. You can find out more on her website, Facebook and Twitter. Join her newsletter for VIP updates, contests, upcoming appearances and news!

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HIS Desire: HIS series #1

His Desire (HIS Series Book 1) by [Kell, Sheila]His Desire

HIS series book #1

My rating: 

Sheila Kell

Cunningham Books

212 Pages

Publication Date: May 23, 2017


Romantic Suspense BESTSELLER • Will his stubbornness prevent him from trusting the woman he desires? In Sheila Kell’s provocative novel of suspicion and need, a handsome security specialist and a feisty FBI agent are tied by grief and attraction… and the fervor of the unknown.

He’s stubborn. She’s independent. Together, desire will determine their future.

Hamilton Investigation & Security leader, Jesse Hamilton, swears never to love again. The risk of losing his heart is too painful. Burying himself in work and caring for his daughter, he doesn’t expect strong-willed FBI Special Agent Kate Ross to break down his carefully constructed walls.

When Kate is injured, Jesse pulls the full force of HIS into action to protect her. He refuses to be the reason behind another senseless death. Making a decision that could cost Kate her life, Jesse must decide just how far he’s willing to go to save the woman his heart desires.

FBI Special Agent Kate Ross was attempting to keep her appreciation for her partner’s sibling a mystery. Jesse Hamilton promises to never love again after a corner store robbery left him bringing up his little baby girl alone. Be that as it may, he wasn’t expecting to be attracted to one Kate Ross.

Presently both their lives will come full circles. With one shot of a projectile from a drive-by shooter. The race is on to make sense of Why the individual needed both murdered.

HIS Desire was a speedy carefree enterprise, loaded with a lot of tension, a heap of chemistry between the two fundamental characters. In Sheila Kell first book in HIS Series. We discover that only an appearance or believing that a man or woman is appealing can be hazardous to the next individual wellbeing.

I was enchanted in reading His Desire. The plot was immersing and in the communication amongst Jesse and Kate was beguiling. I adored how Sheila Kell finished His Desire, it set up the story to her next title in HIS series “HIS Choice” the story about Jesse’s sibling, and Kate’s partner … AJ Hamilton.

HIS Desire is the first stand-alone book in the HIS Series with a happy ending for Jesse and Kate.

Hamilton Investigation & Security: HIS series
Books do not have to be read in order
HIS Desire (Jesse & Kate)
HIS Choice (AJ & Megan)
HIS Return (Jake & Emily)
HIS Chance (Devlin & Rylee)

More about the author

Sheila Kell

Sheila Kell writes smokin’ hot romance and intrigue. She secretly laughs when her mother, in that stern voice, calls it, “nasty.” As a self-proclaimed caffeine addict nestled in north Mississippi with three cats, she wears her pajamas most of the day and writes about the romantic men who leave women’s hearts pounding with a happily-ever-after built on a memorable, adrenaline pumping story. When she isn’t writing, she can be found visiting her family, dreaming of an editor who agrees her work is perfect or watching cartoons.

Sheila is a proud Romance Writers of America member. You can find out more on her website, Facebook and Twitter. Join her newsletter for VIP updates, contests, upcoming appearances and news!

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The Darkest Corner (Gravediggers Book 1)

The Darkest Corner (Gravediggers Book 1) by [Hart, Liliana]THE DARKEST CORNER

The Gravediggers Series, Book One

My rating: 

Liliana Hart

Pocket Books

Publication Date: May 23, 2017

 


 

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Liliana Hart’s first book in her sexy, suspenseful Gravediggers series, THE DARKEST CORNER, features an elite group of mysterious men who might be dead to the world, but are also tasked with saving it—and no one can ever know.

 The Gravediggers aren’t exactly what they seem. They’re the most elite of the world’s fighting forces—and all they have in common is that they’ve been betrayed by the countries they’ve died for. Because they are dead. To their country, their military, and their families.

 Sometimes the dead do rise…

 Deacon Tucker is a dead man walking. A former black ops agent, he was disavowed and stripped of all honor before being recruited as a Gravedigger. But his honor and good name no longer matter, because no one knows he’s alive, and he’ll never get the recognition he deserves. His mission is simple: save the world or die trying. And for God’s sake, don’t ever fall in love. That’s a rule punishable by death. The kind of death a man can’t be brought back from.

 Tess Sherman is the only mortician in Last Stop, Texas. She has no idea how Deacon Tucker ended up in her funeral home, but she’ll eat her hat if he’s only a funeral home assistant. Deacon is dangerous, deadly, and drop-dead gorgeous. And she knows her attraction to him can only end in heartache.

 Deacon is on a mission to stop the most deadly terror attack the world has ever known—what’s known as The Day of Destiny—a terrorist’s perfect day. But when he discovers Tess has skills he can use to stop them, he has to decide if he can trust her with secrets worth dying for. And most important, he has to decide if he can trust her with his heart.

In the event, you were pondering what your next book you ought to peruse. At that point, I have a book for you. It’s Liliana Hart most recent book. Book one in her new series The Gravediggers. Not to give a ton away, in light, of the fact that I am infatuated with this book and can’t what to peruse the other titles. The principal book The Darkest Corner began on a high note. These men are utilized to give it their everything, except now they are put under a magnifying glass when to their nation, their military and even they’re families accept they’re dead. Some approve of their new life, however, others not really. The Darkest Corner was a quick paced, very much created story with intriguing characters. This is one book and possibly the whole series that I may…. could read again and again.

I will recommend this book for all reader enthusiast who loves dark romances with a load of drama and mystery.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

The Darkest Corner

CHAPTER ONE

The Darkest Corner (Gravediggers Book 1) by [Hart, Liliana]

ISBN: 9781501150036

Price: $7.99 Paperback

There was something about the time between three and four o’clock in the morning. When people with good intentions were tucked safely into their beds. When those without them crept into the alleyways like rats. And when warriors got shit done.

For Deacon Tucker, that meant it was time to get dirty.

The rain slapped against Deacon’s face like tiny daggers. Lightning flashed—followed by sharp cracks of thunder—and the smell of ozone, wet dirt, and urgency lay heavy.

Deacon pushed his shovel deeper into the soggy ground, the muscles in his back straining as he lifted a mound of dirt and tossed it onto a pile over his shoulder. The four other members of his team did the same, each one stripped down to nothing but black cargo pants and combat boots, covered in a thick layer of mud. They worked in silence, an unspoken communication and familiarity between them.

The cemetery was old. It was a place where the oldest headstones told stories and the newer ones told a person’s worth. It was where generations of those who shared blood now rested—a place for the elderly who had lived long and full lives and the young who had been taken too soon.

Heavy iron gates closed it off from the public after dark, and towering oaks had been planted in rows some hundred years earlier. Gnarled roots made the ground uneven, cracking the drive that snaked between the rows of headstones.

They worked by flashes of lightning and the sliver of moon that peeked around thunderheads. Everything was cast in shades of gray—from the pale marble of the headstones to the silver shimmer of water droplets as they collected on leaves and rained down on them. Black trunks speared menacingly from the ground—the branches creeping over them like bony arms.

The clank of metal on something solid made Deacon stop and look up at his brother in arms.

“I’ve got something,” Axel said, letting his native Australian accent slip through. He pounded the tip of his shovel a couple of times against the top of the coffin.

Deacon nodded. “Let’s get him uncovered. He’s been here two days already. He doesn’t have much longer. Grab the chains,” he instructed Colin.

Deacon returned to the task at hand, doubling his efforts to clear the mud and water rapidly filling the hole. It was fortunate the casket was waterproof and had a rubberized seal around the lid. The rain had come steady for more than twenty-four hours, and changed their original timeline of removing Levi Wolffe from the ground the night before.

A man’s life was at stake, and Wolffe had already been through more than most. It was going to be traumatic enough for him to wake up in a different country, surrounded by faces he’d never seen before, and unsure whether he’d been captured by the enemy. Fishing through the lies to get to the truth would take time.

Deacon knew exactly how Levi Wolffe was going to feel.

“Fuck me, this is a never-ending battle,” Axel complained. “There’s no way we’re digging this thing all the way out of the muck.”

“All we’ve got to do is uncover the handles on the sides,” Deacon said. “We’ll let the Bobcat do the rest.”

“Got it, mate.” Axel tossed his shovel out of the hole. “Give me a boost, will you?”

Deacon steepled his fingers together to make a sling and braced himself against the casket so he wouldn’t slip. They were close to four feet down into the hole, but with the rain and mud, getting out wasn’t going to be easy. Axel put his hand on Deacon’s shoulder and his foot in the sling, and then grabbed for Dante’s hand as he was boosted up.

The casket was an upper-end model—they had to be, for what they were used for—made of glossy oak and brass. Colin tossed Axel the chains, and he looped them through the handles on each side, using a carabiner to hold them together.

“Elias is ready to roll with the Bobcat,” Axel called out, extending his arm to help Deacon out of the hole.

Deacon was two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle and a couple of inches over six feet. His boots and knees couldn’t find purchase in the mud, and his grasp of Axel’s hand was slipping. He finally grasped Axel’s arm with both hands, hoisted his feet onto the coffin, and used his legs to push off, launching himself out of the grave.

Axel moved out of the way at the last second, and Deacon flew right into the pile of mud they’d dug up. He heard the snickers from Dante and Colin and took a fistful of mud in each hand as he got to his feet, launching it at them in quick succession. Elias’s howls of laughter could be heard from inside the Bobcat.

“They’ll both be out for vengeance now,” Axel said, lips twitching in as close to a smile as he ever gave.

“I hope so,” Deacon said. “I’d hate for things to get boring around the office.”

The rain was coming down hard enough to rinse some of the mud from his torso, and he lifted his face to the sky to wash it from his cheeks. The thong tying his hair back had come loose and dark strands clung to his face. Thoughts of a hot shower and a beer were becoming a priority. Right after getting Levi Wolffe out of the ground.

“It was my understanding that Winter wasn’t bringing any more of us in,” Dante said as they hooked up the chains to the Bobcat and moved back out of the way. His accent was English, but he had the Italian genetics of his namesake. Dante was as refined and suave as any man Deacon had ever known. His clothes were always tailored, his haircuts expensive, and his knowledge of the finer things in life unparalleled. Standing in the pouring rain, covered in mud, was probably grating on him immensely.

“That’s what she said, but who the hell knows what her plans are.” Deacon had been wondering the same thing. “She only tells us what she thinks we need to know.”

“Which isn’t a bloody thing,” Dante said.

It was a sore spot for certain. Deacon had served his country for most of his life. He’d been recruited by the CIA during his third year of college, the high scores on his aptitude tests and his skills for languages having alerted interested parties. His course in life had been clear from the moment that recruiter had left him. He’d gone on to get a master’s degree and the necessary field training, which he’d also shown an exceptional aptitude for. In twelve years of covert ops, he’d never had a sleepless night after completing a mission. He’d gotten the job done. Until Eve Winter had gotten ahold of him, and everything he’d thought he’d been fighting for was turned on its head.

He didn’t like being kept in the dark. He understood the hierarchy of a rank structure and the necessity of secrets. You couldn’t survive in the CIA without that understanding. But his handler had once told him, “Rules are for the obedience of fools and the guidance of wise men.” Deacon had never been a fool.

Eve Winter had saved him, and for that he was grateful. He’d never be anyone’s pawn again. But here he stood, in a cemetery in the middle of the night, digging up a man who was about to have his entire life turned upside down.

Elias reversed the Bobcat, and mud spewed beneath the wheels as the chains drew taut. Inch by inch the casket was dragged out of the grave. The rain was relentless, the thunder a continuous rumbling growl. And the men stood in the middle of it, like marionettes on a string, doing the bidding of people who sat warm and comfortable and safe in their homes.

Once the casket was free and the chains unhooked, Deacon, Axel, Colin, and Dante got two to each side and lifted. Their boots slurped and sludged as they made their way to the black panel van that was owned by the Last Stop Funeral Home. A magnetic cling with the funeral home logo was attached to each side of the van.

The whole setup was bizarre, and Deacon had wondered more than once if he really was dead, only to be caught in limbo between one world and the next. But several years had passed since his own revival, so he guessed he was here to stay.

Until The Directors decided he wasn’t.

They slid the casket in the back of the van and slammed the doors shut.

“Poor bastard,” Colin lamented, shaking his head hard enough that water droplets flew into the air. “He has no clue what he’s about to get into. That the life he knew is over.”

“Dead men don’t talk,” Deacon said.

“Yet here we are.” The anger in Colin’s face was palpable. His eyes blazed with hatred for the government machine that had confined him.

“Save your anger, Col,” Axel said. “What’s done is done. It’ll get easier over time.”

“Is that what you tell yourself as you watch your wife from afar? As you wait for her to find someone new to take your place?”

“Enough, Colin,” Deacon said. “We all do what we have to do to cope. Our only focus right now should be getting this poor bastard back to headquarters.”

Elias used the Bobcat to push dirt back into the hole, and the others tossed their shovels and other equipment into the back of the van. The burial site for The Gravediggers was at the far corner of the cemetery, next to a thick copse of trees and two plots of unmarked headstones where paupers had been buried more than a century before.

The Shadow crew would send a team to make the area look untouched. By the time they were finished, sod would have been laid and all traces of mud tracks would be gone. They specialized in cleanup. The Shadow was never seen. They did the work and provided the resources for The Gravediggers. The Gravediggers couldn’t do their jobs without The Shadow.

Colin and Dante climbed in back with the casket and closed the doors from the inside. Deacon took his place behind the wheel and Axel got in beside him. Elias drove ahead of them in the Bobcat, returning it to the storage shed where they kept the lawnmowers and other cemetery equipment.

Deacon backed the van around the curve and then put it in gear, navigating his way out of the twisting turns of the cemetery. He idled behind the menacing, black iron gate, waiting for Elias to open it once he parked the Bobcat.

“As soon as we drop the new guy, I’m heading home for eight hours of uninterrupted sleep,” Colin said.

“We’ve got a ten o’clock briefing,” Axel told him.

“This is how many fucks I give,” Colin said, his hand popping between the space of the driver and passenger seats, his thumb and forefinger pressed together. “What’s she going to do? Kill me? Oh, wait. I’m already dead.”

Deacon exchanged a concerned look with Axel. Colin was the newest recruit, but he wasn’t adjusting like the rest of them had. His anger was manifesting, and his attitude was deteriorating. Not qualities Deacon wanted to see in a man who was supposed to watch his back.

“I can’t be the only one who’s tired of being dicked around by that frigid bitch,” Colin pressed on. “Does Eve Winter have your balls in such a stronghold that you’ll listen to her lip service without question?”

Axel’s eyes hardened. “There’s a chain of command, mate. We’ve all been in the game long enough to know it. We’re here for a purpose.”

“Except it’s not my country I’m fighting for,” Colin said. “Just like you’re not fighting for yours. We’re all goddamned traitors.”

“Bullshit,” Deacon snapped, his temper finally pushed too far. “We’re fighting for every country. There are times to ask questions, once you know the right questions to ask. But foaming at the mouth because shit isn’t the way it always was doesn’t do a damned bit of good for anyone. Be smart, Col. If you think Winter won’t cut you off at the knees and bury you alive, you’re mistaken.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re the golden boy. The first that was handpicked. And you know The Directors personally. You have a voice.”

Deacon rolled his eyes inwardly. That was an illusion, but one that he had no intention of disputing, for the innate sense of power and authority it gave him among the other men. The Directors thought he was as dead as the president and the director of the CIA did. Eve Winter might report to The Directors, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have her own cards up her sleeve. Deacon also knew the fact that everyone but Eve Winter thought he was dead made him very, very expendable.

Elias hopped in the back and slammed the door, and Deacon took off. The tension in the van was thick enough to choke on, and it seemed everyone would be better off with a little bit of sleep and space.

The cemetery they used as an extraction point was a good twenty-minute drive from Last Stop, where their headquarters were located. The location was strategic, just as everything else about their existence—or lack thereof—was. The Gravediggers might be the heart and soul of the operation—the men who did the dirty work—but dozens more worked in The Shadow, making sure the billions of dollars that never showed up in any government expense report were well spent. It wasn’t cheap faking the deaths of elite agents all over the world and transporting them to the United States under cover.

They’d been driving down side streets, staying off the main road, for a few minutes before Axel let out a low whistle. “Shit. You seeing what I’m seeing?”

Deacon let out a slow breath. They were almost to the county line. And just on the other side of it was the town that had become his prison, ironically named Last Stop.

Truth be told they all enjoyed playing the good Samaritan. It broke up the monotony of training and typical missions—and by typical he meant dangerous as fuck, because Eve didn’t send them on jobs that other agencies could do. And every once in a while, jumping into the fray and being the hero reminded them of the men they’d been once upon a time. Before their armor had been tarnished.

It wasn’t the wisest move interfering in a job so close to home, but they all shared one thing in common—the need for risk in their day-to-day lives. Some would call them adrenaline junkies, but it was more than that. It was a trait all those in special ops had in common. It was the difference between turning down the dark alley just for the hell of it and moving past it safely.

They looked for risk in all things. Even sex. The rush of fucking in a crowded room and wondering if someone would see, or taking sex to its limits with the tightening of a belt around a slender neck. Risk was risk. And tonight the risk was an armed robbery.

Deacon grinned. “Yeah, I see them.”

He lifted his foot off the accelerator, but didn’t hit the brakes. He didn’t want to scare them off.

“What’s going on?” Elias asked, sticking his head between the seats.

“Burglary in progress,” Deacon answered.

“Oh, good. We’re cutting it close as it is. It’s almost five o’clock. Sun will be up in another hour.”

“Are you suggesting we let them go?” Axel asked, his voice even, as if he didn’t care one way or the other. But Deacon knew Axel was the one who’d been left with the most humanity—the most compassion—of all of them. Only a man who felt deeply would still cling to his wife, after all, even though she thought he was dead.

“Of course not, mate,” Elias said, mimicking Axel’s accent. “But you know Winter will be pissed if she finds out. The mission comes first. Always. No distractions. And right now, our only mission is getting Levi Wolffe back to headquarters.”

“In or out?” Axel said, his voice hardening.

Elias sighed. “You know I’m in. But she’ll find out. She always does.”

“Fuck her,” Colin said dismissively.

“Very mature,” Deacon said. “I’m telling you, brother, one day she’s going to hand your ass to you on a platter.”

“I’m French,” Colin said. “I’ve never met a woman I can’t handle.”

The others hooted, and Deacon just shook his head. The French had never met a woman like Eve Winter. He wasn’t really a hundred percent sure she was even human.

“Let’s make it quick,” Elias said. “We’ve still got to send the van off to be detailed. The sexy Miss Sherman is bound to notice all the mud inside one of her transport vans.”

“Stop calling her that,” Deacon growled. “It embarrasses her.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault she can’t see what a package she is. I wouldn’t mind helping her discover it, though. All that freakin’ red hair. Drives me crazy when she sticks those pencils in it to get it out of her face.”

Deacon gritted his teeth and shot Elias a look that told him he’d better shut up or he’d end up with a fist in his face, but Elias’s crooked grin mocked him in the rearview mirror.

“I can’t imagine how she’s managed to keep her distance from you as long as she has,” Dante said smoothly. “You’re so charming.”

“You’re in America now,” Elias told him. “Women like straightforward men. I’m amazed the British have managed to populate the country as long as it takes you to make your move.”

“There’s nothing wrong with romance,” Dante said. “Besides, I haven’t had any problems with an empty bed since I’ve been here.”

“It’s that accent,” Elias said. “Puts the rest of us at a disadvantage.”

“Or maybe it’s just that I have manners.”

“If you blokes don’t mind,” Axel said, interrupting their argument, “our new friends are armed. And since we’ve already agreed to deviate from the mission, maybe we can take care of business and get the hell out of here.”

“Visual on two suspects,” Deacon said before things could escalate. “Weapon visible.”

“Thanks, Grandpa,” Elias said. “Lord, the two of you need to loosen up. It’s like we’re in that movie with all the retired spies.”

“I liked that movie,” Axel said. “I could still kick your ass when I’m in my fifties.”

Elias snorted. “In your dreams, mate. I was a SEAL.”

“In other news,” Deacon broke in, “the homeowners are either contained inside or they’re dead.” Sometimes he felt like he was the only adult in the room. An unusual feeling considering the level of expertise the five of them had.

“Let’s hope everyone is still alive,” Elias said. “Dead bodies are a pain in the ass to deal with.”

“There you go. Always looking on the bright side.” Deacon pressed his foot on the accelerator. “Picking up speed. In and out, boys. Clean and easy.”

“I’d rather just kill them,” Colin said. “It’s not like we’re going to wait around for the police one way or the other. The world doesn’t need any more scum.”

“Maybe you’ll get lucky, bro, and one of them will shoot at you first,” Elias said. “Maybe it’ll knock that stick out of your ass.”

Deacon heard the familiar sound of magazines being checked and loaded from the back, along with a lot of smart-ass comments he blocked out. The two males loading the big-screen TV into the maroon minivan were barely older than teenagers. Hell, they were probably using one of their mother’s vans to transport the stolen goods.

“Hang on,” he called out and made a hard left into the driveway of the house that was being robbed. He flicked on his brights at the last second, and it came as enough of a surprise to the amateur burglars for both the boys to drop the TV and put their hands up to shield their eyes. He turned the wheel hard, mud spewing up and hitting the windshield, and then the back doors flew open and all hell broke loose.

“Down on the ground!”

“Drop your weapons!”

Deacon and Axel pushed open their doors to join in the fray. Two rounds were fired off in rapid succession, one hitting the open back door just a few inches from Deacon’s head, the other burying itself in the mahogany casket.

Elias didn’t hesitate to return fire, hitting the shooter in the thigh. Deacon breathed a sigh of relief. They really didn’t want to deal with the mess of a dead body. And it wouldn’t put anyone in Winter’s good graces.

The shooter tossed the gun to the ground and went down, pressing his hands down on the wound. He was crying and making a racket, so Elias chopped him in the back of the neck to get him to shut up.

“What the hell kind of person shoots a casket?” Elias asked the other boy, who stared back at him wide-eyed, his hands raised.

“I . . . I don’t know,” the boy answered.

“I think that was a rhetorical question,” Deacon said, binding the boy’s hands behind his back with a zip-tie he’d pulled out of his pocket, and then making sure the other one wasn’t in danger of bleeding to death before tying him up too. It didn’t look like the bullet had hit anything major, so he left him where he was and pulled out his phone to call the local cops.

Axel and Colin had gone inside to check on the homeowners, and they were back out within a couple of minutes.

“They’re alive,” Axel said. “Tied up and sitting in the bathtub.”

“Bloody lucky,” Dante said.

“For us or them?” Elias asked.

“Both.”

Deacon disconnected the phone. “Cops are on the way.”

“Anyone want to look inside the casket and see if our new teammate is still among the living?” Elias said it jokingly, like he did most things, but they all knew if anything happened to The Gravediggers’ newest recruit, Eve Winter would make them wish they were all dead.

Axel hopped into the back of the van. “I don’t suppose anyone has a casket key?”

“There’s one in the toolbox behind the driver’s seat,” Deacon said. “Tess keeps an extra there in case of an emergency.”

“I can’t imagine many people understand the true meaning of a casket emergency,” Elias said.

“Yet, here we are,” Deacon responded dryly, checking his watch. They might have another five minutes before the cops showed up. They needed to move quickly.

Axel found the key and shone his flashlight at the tiny hole at the other end of the casket, where the key was supposed to be inserted. It worked like a crank, and he spun it several times to loosen the lid.

They all gathered around and used their flashlights. And then Axel very carefully opened the top half of the casket where the bullet had gone in, and they all peered inside.

“This never stops being creepy as shit,” Elias said. “Pale motherfucker. He looks dead to me.”

“He’s supposed to look dead,” Deacon said. “He’ll get some color back once the serum starts to work. Speaking of the serum, go ahead and administer it to him. I don’t like how long he’s been underground.”

“I don’t see where the bullet entered the casket,” Dante said.

“Thank God for hardwood,” Axel said, using the casket key to push inside the tiny bullet hole from the outside. “It didn’t go through.”

Metal hit metal. Deacon really hadn’t wanted to have a confrontation with Eve over the death of one of her men. It had become hard enough lately to hold his tongue. She was a stone-cold bitch, and was entirely unapologetic about it. The job—the mission—always came first. Over her men and certainly over the life of everyone else. Anyone was expendable. The only thing that kept him from going rogue was the fact that she did have to answer to The Directors, so someone was holding her in check.

Who the hell knew? Maybe if he had to answer to The Directors, he’d be a stone-cold son of a bitch too. What he did know was that the lines blurred a little more every day. Sometimes he wondered if they really were the good guys.

“Let’s move,” he said. “I hear sirens.”

Deacon got behind the wheel once again. The others closed the back doors, and he was reversing out of the driveway and heading toward the funeral home before Axel got back into the passenger seat.

“You know,” Axel said. “Our first worry was what Winter would’ve done if that bullet had hit her new recruit.”

“And?” Deacon asked.

“What we need to be worried about now is what Tess is going to do when she sees that bullet hole in her van. That redhead’s got a hell of a temper she keeps repressed.”

For the first time that night, Deacon smiled. Maybe he was as bad as Elias, because suddenly all he could think about was seeing the sexy Miss Sherman in a full temper, and he wouldn’t mind it one bit.

Liliana HartABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Liliana Hart is a New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestselling author of more than forty titles, including the Addison Holmes Whiskey and J.J. Graves Mystery series. Since self-publishing in June 2011, Liliana has sold more than four million ebooks. She’s hit the #1 spot on lists all over the world, and all three of her series have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list. Liliana is a sought-after speaker who’s given keynote speeches and self-publishing workshops to standing-room-only crowds from California to New York to London. Please visit her at lilianahart.com, facebook.com/lilianahart, and twitter.com/liliana_hart.

Look for Gone to Dust (Book 2) June 20th!

 

Gone to Dust (Gravediggers Book 2) by [Hart, Liliana]

 

 

Beyond Reason (Texas Trilogy #1)

Beyond Reason (The Texas Trilogy) by [Martin, Kat]Beyond Reason by Kat Martin

My rating:

Publisher: Zebra

Sold By: Penguin Random House Publisher Services

Publication Date: May 30, 2017

Print Length: 400 pages


Five weeks ago Carly Drake stood at her grandfather’s grave. Now she’s burying Drake Trucking’s top driver, and the cops have no leads on the hijacking or murder. Faced with bankruptcy, phone threats and the fear of failure, Carly has to team up with the last man she wants to owe—Lincoln Cain.

Cain is magnetic, powerful, controlling—and hiding more than one secret. He promised Carly’s granddad he’d protect her. The old man took a chance on him when he was nothing but a kid with a record, and now he’s the multi-millionaire owner of a rival firm.

But Linc’s money can’t protect Carly from the men who’ll do anything to shut her down, or the secrets behind Drake Trucking. If she won’t sell out, the only way to keep her safe is to keep her close . . . and fight like hell.

Beyond Reason is a third persona story composed by Kat Martin. The setting was disheartening since the opening happens at a memorial service. One of Drake’s workers was murder and the truck commandeered. Do the police have a thought who the offenders were, or do they even truly mind. Thus, the obligation is dependent upon Carly to discover. With the assistance of a companion of her granddad. Carly and Linc go on a high-octane ride to discover who, and why of this riddle.

For a puzzle anticipation Beyond Reason was an alright read. I particularly appreciated the result of this story. I haven’t perused an excessive number of books by Kat Martin. Be that as it may, I may need to keep my eyes out for the second book in this new Texas Trilogy. Because I see with regards to mystery and suspense she knows how to catch a person attention.

Beyond Reason (The Texas Trilogy) by [Martin, Kat]