Exit
Strategy
EXIT Inc. # 1
EXIT Inc. # 1
By: Lena Diaz
Releasing June 30, 2015
Avon
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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Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23367394-exit-strategy?ac=1
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/139120-exit-inc
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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Excerpt:
She wasn’t
sure who was more surprised. Her, because he’d managed to break into her home,
again, in spite of three bodyguards.
Or him, because she was naked.
One thing
was for sure, he wasn’t shy about enjoying the view. His dark gaze roamed leisurely
over the upper swells of her breasts crushed against his chest, before he
looked her in the eyes. The sudden pressure against her belly told her he
wasn’t unaffected by her nakedness.
Her face
flamed and she tried to tell him to let her go, but her words came out muffled
against his hand. His erection continued to harden against her belly, and since
that’s where her hands were trapped between them, she was literally getting a
handful of him.
A flash of
heat swept through her, making her lower belly clench and her toes curl against
the floor. To her shame, her body was just as turned on as his, and the shiver
that swept through her was just as telling as his erection.
His mouth
curved in a knowing smile.
Damn him.
He bent
down toward her. Was he going to kiss her? She hoped so. Because this time a
Kevlar vest wouldn’t save him from her bite.
But instead
of kissing her, he pressed his lips close to her ear, his warm breath tickling
the fine hairs on her neck.
“We need to
talk,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin, raising goose bumps.
“I’m going to move my hand. If you scream and alert the guards downstairs, I
may be forced to kill them in self-defense. Neither of us wants that. I just
want to talk to you. That’s all. Do you understand?”
He waited,
his body pressed against hers so tightly that she could feel his heartbeat
against her breasts. She didn’t doubt what he’d said. If she screamed, he
really would kill the men tasked with protecting her. She slowly nodded,
letting him know she understood and that she wouldn’t make a sound.
“Only
whispers,” he said. “We’re going to have a calm, quiet conversation.”
She nodded
again.
He moved
back, just enough to pull his hand away from her mouth.
She licked
her dry lips.
His
erection pulsed against her hands.
Part of her
was so mortified that she wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. The other
part, a part she didn’t even recognize, wanted to stroke that impressive
erection through his jeans just to see how he’d react.
“Please,”
she whispered, refusing to meet his gaze, afraid he’d see the confused jumble
of fear and desire roiling inside her. “Let me get dressed.”
Surprisingly,
he immediately stepped back.
The heat in his gaze
reminded her that she was still standing there, completely naked. She ran into
the bathroom for a towel.
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