REDEMPTION RIVER: Men of Mercy # 1
by Lindsay Cross
Hunter James didn’t want or need
redemption.
Until one mission turns his world
upside down.
He left Mercy to fight for his
country and escape a broken heart. Years later, he is hard. Cold. A man without
mercy. Part of an elite Task Force, he tracks a brutal terrorist to his
home town. And runs into the woman who betrayed him…
Evangeline Videl was destroyed
when Hunter left. Determined to move on, she finds another man, but discovers
too late the monster hidden beneath his smooth smile. Struggling to find the
conviction to live, Evie finds her life spinning out of control.
Then Hunter returns…
Forced to band together to find the
terrorist before its too late, Hunter and Evie must learn to forgive or risk
losing the promise of redemption and their lives…
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Redemption River is the first Lindsay Cross book I have ever read,
and it was fabulous! It had all I look for in a romantic suspense book, it was exciting and sexy, I just couldn't put it down!
I loved these characters ~ Hunter James is just so hot and he can rescue me anytime! He is the definition of Alpha male, he is dominant, sexy, strong, & a leader of his team. Evie had been dragged through hell and back by her ex - literally and figuratively - but she fought her way back and will let nothing and no one get in her way. You can feel her vulnerability through out the story but, at the same time she can kick some ass if she needs to. You know Hunter is a good guy when he can't just "use" Evie even though he has a mission to complete.
When I finished this book I couldn't wait to start the next in the series!
Stop by tomorrow to check out my review of Resurrection River
book #2 in the Men of Mercy series
"Hey."
His Southern drawl put Matthew McConaughey to shame. Slow. Sexy. And familiar.
Her gaze
traveled up the muscled torso to a pair of dark chocolate-brown eyes.
Holy crap.
"Hunter
James." His name breathed past her lips on a whisper.
For the
second time that night her heart stuttered and her stomach clenched tight.
Hunter
blocked her path, his towering six-foot-four frame packaged in a tight-fitting
black T-shirt and jeans that showcased his muscles. His arms had to be twice
the size they were the last time he’d been here. His gaze twice as intense. Her
reaction twenty times that.
According
to the town gossips, he’d been back in Mercy for a couple of weeks, but so far
he’d avoided her. And she’d prayed daily he would stay away. Every time he came
home on leave, he seemed to make it a point to show up here. At her bar. With
another woman on his arm. Making sure she saw he’d moved on. And each time her heart
broke a little more.
"Need
some help?" he asked.
Her brain
took a full minute to kick into gear, then another minute to reconnect to her
mouth. "What?"
"You
look like you could use some help. Can I do anything?" His serious voice
passed through lips that were way too tempting.
She
couldn't think. The man standing before her had gone AWOL with her heart over
five years ago, like the tail end of a twister after a storm. Part of her had
been happy he'd left. The other part had been devastated. Their love had been
wild and crazy, but ultimately destructive.
She noticed
the knotted wood cane leaning against the table beside him. "What's with
the cane?"
Hunter
grinned and shifted his weight to the side. "What's with the wet
clothes?" He extinguished his cigarette and stepped away from the doorway
leading to the upstairs apartment, his limp noticeable.
Evie
crossed her arms over her chest, the action squeezing more beer out of her bra.
Her lips pressed into a tight line and she forced herself to answer, "Wet
T-shirt contest. It's a new thing we’re trying."
Evie
straightened her arms, clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides in time
with the ticking in his jaw. A couple day’s stubble graced the hard planes of
his face, only a little shorter than the black hair buzzed close to his scalp.
He looked as if he’d been chiseled from steel.
Hunter
leaned in close and Evie's stomach knotted. Lust built inside her, pushing
against her dam of resistance. "I bet you won."
He wasn't
staring at her chest, she had to give him that. No, his target appeared to be
her mouth. His head lowered to hers and her mind went blank. If she had been
thinking like a full-grown woman, she would have jerked back before his lips
made contact. But tonight her brain had pointed and aimed but failed to fire.
Author
Info:
Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation.
Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation.
An avid reader since childhood, reading
and writing is in her blood. After years of reading, she discovered her true
passion – writing. Her alpha military men are damaged, drop-dead gorgeous and
determined to win the heart of the woman of their dreams.
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