LOST #3
By: Cynthia Eden
Releasing October 27, 2015
Avon
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In New York Times bestselling author
Cynthia Eden's latest novel featuring the Last Option Search Team (LOST), one
agent is forced to face her past as she uncovers secrets about the man who may
be the key to her future.
Criminal psychologist Dr. Sarah Jacobs is
all too familiar with the kind of bad boys who belong behind bars. But the
dark, dangerous man she meets in the New Orleans underworld is a new kind of
ruthless, and all too irresistible.
Jax Fontaine doesn't claim to be a good guy, but he's loyal to his own code and
brutally honest about what he wants. He and Sarah may be worlds apart, but when
they're skin to skin, nothing matters but the heat between them.
And when a deranged killer targets Sarah, Jax will do whatever it takes to keep
her safe.
“No
judgment,” he murmured. “There’s no anger in your eyes, no rage or disgust at
me for being a cold bastard. No pity for the kid I was who got beaten in a
dirty alley and left to die.”
“Don’t be
too sure you understand what I feel.”
“Why not? I
actually think I understand you very,
very well.”
Sarah
backed up a step.
A faint
smile curved his lips. “It was there from the first time I saw you. That
instant connection. Doesn’t happen often. Actually, it’s never happened to me
before. I looked up, saw you, and thought—”
Sarah
pretty much ran for the door.
But he
caught her. His hands wrapped around her and Jax pulled her back against his
body. His hold wasn’t hard or rough. Oddly, it was infinitely tender.
“Do you
know what I saw when I looked in your eyes?” he whispered into her ear.
Sarah shook
her head.
“You were
hurting. Trying to hide your pain, but I could still see it. I looked at you
and thought—I never want her to hurt
again.”
Tears stung
her eyes. “You don’t know me. Or what I’ve done.” Jax thought his past was bad?
It was nothing compared to hers. She still had nightmares that had her waking
in the night, choking for breath, and begging for help.
Help that
hadn’t come. Not in time.
“Tell me
why you came to see me tonight, Sarah.”
She sucked
in a quick breath and decided to go with the truth. “Because I didn’t want to
lie in bed and be afraid. Because I didn’t want to think about the past or the
future.” Because she’d felt that insane connection between them, too.
The first
time she’d seen him, she’d looked into his eyes and thought—
He can handle all my darkness. He
won’t ever be afraid of what I tell him.
Because his
gaze had told her that he’d already looked into hell … and hadn’t given a damn
about the demons there.
He turned
her in his arms. She made herself look up and into his eyes. He was so warm and
strong against her. And he made her … want. Yearn for things that she’d denied
herself for so very long.
Because she
hadn’t wanted anyone to get close. She hadn’t trusted anyone with all her
secrets.
She didn’t
trust him, either. She’d be a fool to do that. But—she did want him. And every
instinct Sarah possessed screamed at her that Jax Fontaine could give her the
sensual oblivion she craved.
A few hours to forget. A few hours
to just pretend that I’m not the freak in the room. The monster that everyone
else fears.
“What do
you want from me?” Jax asked her.
Just a night. She’d be leaving New Orleans soon,
flying out on a plane and heading back to her little house in the suburbs of
Atlanta. They wouldn’t see each other again. So no one else would know about
what happened tonight. Just her.
Just him.
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 three-time finalist for the prestigious RITA® award. Since she began
writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over fifty novels and novellas.
Cynthia lives along the Alabama Gulf Coast. She loves romance novels, horror
movies, and chocolate. Her favorite hobbies including hiking in the mountains
(searching for waterfalls) and spelunking.
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