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REDEMPTION RIVER
Men of Mercy #1
Lindsay Cross
Releasing Oct 21st, 2015
Cypress
Bend Publishing
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…
RESURRECTION RIVER
Men of Mercy #2
Lindsay Cross
Releasing Oct 21st, 2015
Cypress Bend Publishing
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?
RECKLESS RIVER
Men of Mercy #3
Lindsay Cross
Releasing Oct 21st, 2015
Cypress Bend Publishing
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.
Excerpt from RECKLESS RIVER:
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."
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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.
