Mason Hunt is a man with many scars, both emotionally and physically. During his career as a soldier, he was captured and tortured, and has suffered from PTSD ever since. For a long time he thought he would never find his way out of the darkness, but when he was offered a role as an enforcer for a company called EXIT, he finds his purpose in life. Eliminating terrorists before they can inflict pain on innocent people is perfect for him. But when his close friend warns him that his latest hit is innocent, and that EXIT has been faking orders for their own benefit, Mason's world is turned upside down. For now he must protect Sabrina Hightower and unravel the lies surrounding her. But who will protect him from the fiery feelings that flare to life between them?
Sabrina Hightowers life is falling apart at the seams. First her brother is killed by a mugger, then her parents die right in front of her on an adventure activity, and now her grandfather is missing. Determined and strong, she will not give up until she discovers what is going on. But when she finds herself kidnapped by a dark, brooding stranger who claims he was sent to kill her, her life gets a lot more dangerous. As Sabrina and Mason learn to trust each other, and join forces to uncover the truth, danger erupts around every corner. With a secret agency willing to murder to cover their tracks, a handful of friends they can trust, lies and manipulation, will Sabrina and Mason survive to explore their own complicated relationship?
EXIT STRATEGY by Lena Diaz is an exciting, fast-paced, dangerous romance that had my pulse racing right alongside Sabrina and Mason. Mason is rugged and overprotective, but so deeply traumatised by his past that he struggles with his feelings for Sabrina. Sabrina has gone through a lot but has such a feisty, proactive outlook that you cannot help but love her. With plenty of action and steamy connections, EXIT STRATEGY by Lena Diaz is definitely well worth a read.
Lena Diaz launches her thrilling new series featuring the
undercover vigilantes of EXIT Inc. with a skilled
operative
putting his lifeโand his heartโon the line for a woman in
trouble
When Sabrina Hightower awakens to the sound of an
intruder,
she figures he's there to rob her, murder herโ or worse.
She
doesn't expect to be carried off by a muscle-bound stud
with
male-model good looks . . . or that he came to rescue
her.
Mason Hunt became an enforcer with EXIT Inc. to eliminate
the bad guysโterrorists, militia groups, all those who
would
do America harm. But his latest target is innocent. If
EXIT
could lie about sultry, strong-willed Sabrina, what
darker
truths might they be concealing?
Going rogue in the rugged North Carolina mountains, Mason
risks everything to keep Sabrina close, especially now
that
EXIT's lethal assassins are chasing them down. The heat
is
on . . . but it's nothing compared to the slow burn of
seduction.
EXCERPT
Sabrina crept into her moonlit living room and grabbed
the arm of the couch for support. Her right hand,
slippery with blood, slid across the cloth and she fell
to her knees on the hardwood floor. A gasp of pain
escaped between her clenched teeth before she could stop
it.
She froze, searching the dark recesses of the room,
squinting to try to bring everything into focus. If the
intruder was within ten feet of her, no problem, she
could make out every little detail. But any farther than
that and he might as well be a fuzzy blob on the
wallpaper.
Had he heard her? She listened intently for the echo of
footsteps in the hall outside, or the squeak of a shoe,
the rasp of cloth against cloth. But all she heard was
silence. In a fair world, that might mean the stranger
had given up and left the house. But in her world,
especially the nightmarish last six months, it probably
meant he was lying in wait around the next corner, ready
to attack.
The throbbing burn in her right bicep had her angling her
arm toward the moonlight filtering through the plantation
shutters to see if the damage was as bad as it felt.
Nope. It was worse. Blood ran down her arm from a jagged,
two-inch gash and dripped to the floor.
She clasped her left hand over the cut, applying pressure
and clenching her mouth shut to keep from hissing at the
white-hot flash of pain. She had to stop the bleeding.
But there wasnโt any point in looking for something here
in the living room to bind the wound. Only the couch and
a wing chair remained of the antiques that sheโd brought
with her halfway across the country from Boulder,
Colorado to Asheville, North Carolina. Sheโd sold the
other furniture, and even some of her sketches, to pay
the exorbitant fees of the private investigators
searching for her grandfather and the even more
exorbitant fees of the lawyers.
She supposed the Carolina Panthers nightshirt that she
was wearing might be useful as a tourniquet. But she
didnโt relish the possibility of facing an intruder in
nothing but her panties. The nightshirt was definitely
staying on.
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