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Broken
Lost # 1
Lost # 1
By: Cynthia Eden
Releasing March 31st, 2015
Avon
The first novel in New York Times bestselling author
Cynthia Eden's sizzling LOST series introduces the Last Option Search Team, an
elite unit that must protect the only surviving victim of a serial killer.
Ex-SEAL and LOST
founder Gabe Spencer is accustomed to the unusual in his job. But when knockout
Eve Gray steps into his office, he's rattled. For the mysterious woman is a
dead ringer for the heiress thought to be the latest prey of the serial killer
who goes by the name Lady Killer.
When Eve awoke in
an Atlanta hospital, her past was a blank slate. Then she recognized her own
face in the newspaper and vowed to learn the truth. Determined to confront the
nightmares hidden in her mind, she never expects to find a partner in Gabe.
As Gabe and Eve
work together, their explosive attraction becomes irresistible. Gabe knows that
his desire for Eve is growing too strong, bordering on a dangerous obsession,
but nothing pulls him away from her. And when another Eve lookalike disappears,
Gabe vows to protect Eve at all costs. While Eve may have forgotten the killer
in her past, it's clear he hasn't forgotten her.
“Do you think I’m a con
artist or a victim?”
“I think you’re a woman who
has been hurt.” No denying that. “One of my team members, Wade Monroe, is
contacting the Montgomery family. We’ll get DNA from them and find out—”
“If I’m Jessica.” There was
hope in the words. Enough hope to break his heart.
Gabe nodded.
“When will we know?”
It would take a few days,
even with the strings that he could pull. “As soon as possible,” he said, not
wanting to give her a specific timetable.
“Thank you.” Then, just
like that, she was across the car, giving him a tight hug. “Thank you.”
His arms wrapped around
her, an instinctive response. She smelled faintly of flowers, a sweet scent
that teased his nose, and her body was soft against his.
She tried to pull away, as
if realizing what she’d just done.
For an instant he was
tempted to hold her, to keep her close.
She’s a client. Focus.
He let her go, but his body
ached.
“I … um … I should get
inside.”
Yes, she should. While he
was still clutching tight to his control. The control that said he shouldn’t
push her. Shouldn’t want her so much. Not when she’d already been hurt so
badly.
Her fingers reached for the
door.
“Let me,” he said, voice
rumbling, and Gabe climbed from the Jag. In seconds he was on the passenger
side, opening her door for her. She rose, and her body brushed against his.
He stepped back. Distance. He seriously needed to put some
distance between then. But even with some fast steps back, he could still smell
that light and sexy scent that clung to her body. And he still wanted her.
“Your shrink asked me a lot
of questions about you,” Eve told him as she stood temptingly close.
Gabe inclined his head.
“I’m sure—”
“I think she wanted to know
why I respond so much to you.”
Oh, hell, she’d just said …
He cleared his throat even as part of his body surged in quick response to her.
“It’s a tense situation, you’re—”
“You don’t look at me as if
I’m a victim.”
He stopped talking.
“I mean, you know what I
am, but you still look at me and seem to just see me … as a woman.”
“Others see you the same
way.” Doc Tyler sure did. Bastard.
“It’s different with you,”
she murmured as she stepped even closer to him. Her head had tilted back so she
could look into his eyes. “I don’t know what I’ve felt for other men before.”
Why did the idea of others
have his body knotting with tension?
“But I know that when I see
you, I want.” A hushed confession. “I just … I needed to tell you that.”
And he needed to make his
self-control a hell of a lot stronger. Her lips were just inches from his, and
he wanted her mouth beneath his. Wanted her lips open. Needed to taste her.
“You’re the first man I’ve
wanted since I opened my eyes in that hospital.”
He could actually feel his
control splintering. Client. Cli—
“You probably don’t want
me. I—I might not be your type.”
Now her gaze had fallen, as
if in embarrassment. Had she really just asked if she was his type? She was
probably every damn man’s type.
“But you make me feel normal
again, so I had to tell you—”
His fingers curved under
her chin. “Eve …”
Her smile was a little too
big. Too bright. “I don’t think I can handle anything else right now, I’m …”
She pulled away. Stumbled onto the sidewalk. “I just wanted to tell you how I
felt,” she told him again.
Then she walked into the
shelter, her steps hurried. As if she were running.
From him.
He stared after her. She
wanted him.
And she was so fucking
beyond his reach.
Award-winning
author CYNTHIA EDEN writes dark
tales of paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She is a New York Times, USA
Today, Digital Book World, and IndieReader best-seller. Cynthia is also a
two-time finalist for the RITA® award (she was a finalist both in the romantic
suspense category and in the paranormal romance category). Since she began
writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over thirty novels and novellas.
Cynthia lives along the Alabama Gulf Coast. She loves romance novels, horror
movies, and chocolate. Her favorite hobbies include hiking in the mountains
(searching for waterfalls) and spelunking.
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