Exit Strategy
EXIT Inc. # 1
By: Lena Diaz
Releasing June 30, 2015
Avon
ABOUT THE BOOK~
Lena
Diaz launches her thrilling new series featuring the undercover vigilantes of
EXIT Inc. with a skilled operative putting his life—and his heart—on 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 her— 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 guys—terrorists,
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.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Originally from
Kentucky, romantic suspense author Lena
Diaz also lived in California and Louisiana before settling in Northeast
Florida with her husband, two children, and a Shetland Sheepdog named Sparky. A
Romance Writers of America Golden Heart® finalist, she's won the prestigious
Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense and has been a
finalist for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award. She loves to
watch action movies, garden, and hike in the beautiful Tennessee Smoky
Mountains.
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MY TWO CENTS~
ARC FROM EDELWEISS AS A PART OF THIS TOUR FOR MY HONEST REVIEW
I love Ms. Diaz's books. In my opinion she is one of the best Romantic Suspense Authors out there.
This well written, on the edge of your seat RS will have you wanting to read it all in one sitting.
The characters are well developed: Sabrina is sassy as hell and Mason is demented(and I mean that in that best possible way!). Plus the chemistry is off the charts and believable.
I look forward to the next book in this series.
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 wasn’t 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 she’d brought with her halfway across the country from Boulder,
Colorado to Asheville, North Carolina. She’d 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 didn’t relish the possibility of facing an intruder in
nothing but her panties. The nightshirt was definitely staying on.
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