When you have no alternative, then you call in L.O.S.T. Because with the Last Option Special Team, it’s do or die. .
. . It’s Jax Cassidy’s first mission for
L.O.S.T.—one that will give the former cop who went rogue a
chance to prove herself. Her assignment: gain the trust of
assassin Marcus Cross . . . eliminate him . . . then take
down Marcus’s mentor, Joseph Lazarus, a man with a bold eye
on the White House. But the woman who’s known by her team
for being a femme fatale succumbs to passion, only to
discover Cross’s deadly secret. He’s a vampire, and Joseph
Lazarus is his creator. Left for dead by his platoon
in the violent hills of Afghanistan, Special Ops sniper
Marcus Cross was given a second chance at life. His newly
heightened skills make him the perfect killing machine, and
as Lazarus’s right-hand man, he’s quickly rising to the top
of his dark empire, purging enemies with speed and
precision. Only when dangerous beauty Jax Cassidy is sent to
bring him in does he begin to question Lazarus’s motives and
his own actions. But when Jax’s life is threatened by the
one thing that can destroy them both, Marcus must make a
bitter choice—her death or his.
Excerpt "Come at me again, I'm going to hurt you," he growled low.
Collecting herself and her thoughts, Jax considered her
current tactics. They weren’t working. She was strong. He
was stronger. She eyed him covertly from beneath her long
dark lashes. Power radiated off him in waves. He reminded
her of a big, sleek, predatory panther. From his stylishly
cut, jet-black hair, his arresting, predatory face, and full
mocking lips, to his impeccable black suit and the way it
hung effortlessly from his big muscular body, down to his
custom black leather Italian shoes, she didn’t miss a thing.
Most especially the harsh glint of his unusual blue eyes.
She nodded, mentally shifting gears, then pushed off the wall.
In total op mode, Jax slowly stalked her nemesis. She smiled
slightly. His eyes burned with anger, but he couldn’t hide
the heat flickering behind them. She shook her head and was
rewarded with his gaze raking her from her naturally thick,
mahogany-colored hair, to her fitted black turtleneck to her
short black leather skirt down to the tips of her black,
thigh-high stiletto jackboots that clicked on the hardwood
floor.
She stopped two steps from him, planted her feet wide, and
set her hands on her hips. “What if I like it to hurt?”"Come
at me again, I'm going to hurt you," he growled low.
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