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In the Shadow World, he was the god of death, and he was called many names. The monsters he hunted called him Anubis. Those who saw his face died. To Guardian Security, he was a number - a surgical weapon they wielded against monstrous evil. One woman called him Kaeden Lang. Anubis never meant her to be anything except an interlude - a moment of light in the darkness of his life, a one-time escape from the ever-present haze of death.

His code name was Tempest, and his enemy caught him. Stratus did unspeakable things to him until, out of his mind, he prayed for death — but he’d never broken faith with his brothers. God, how he wished they knew that. He had not compromised them. He’d told Stratus nothing. Cast aside as useless, left to starve or die of his injuries, his broken body lay in a bare cell, forgotten, and Tempest knew his prayer for the end would be answered shortly. Until her. She made him want to live — if only to help her escape.

Frank Marshall’s life before he married and had a family is a closely held secret. The past should remain in the past until it doesn’t. Never in a million years did Frank think he’d find the type of love his parents shared. Until her. Until Amanda King. The light within her warmed him in the hidden places his first wife had unintentionally frozen with indifference toward him and her disdain for life on the ranch.

Doctor Jeremiah Wheeler dedicated 10 years of his professional career to the population of a maximum-security penitentiary in California. A prison riot and lockdown led to a horrific hostage situation he barely managed to survive. Going back wasn't possible. He needed a change of pace, a change of scenery, and time to heal. Life was quiet in Hollister, South Dakota, and that was exactly why Eden Wade relocated to the middle of nowhere after her husband died. Small town problems, with a dash of small-town drama. Perfect. Peaceful. Relaxing. At least until he hit town.

In the icy northern tundra of Siberia, a lethal game of life and death unfolds. Malice, an assassin who works for Guardian Security, stands at the far side of his latest mission. When the operation takes a dangerous turn, he becomes certain of one chilling truth: Guardian has been infiltrated. As the snow-covered wilderness becomes a treacherous chess board, Malice must navigate the blurred lines between allies and enemies. He is determined to uncover the truth behind the mission's unique complication.

Harbinger extinguished any thought of a serious relationship due to the dangers of his profession. Yet he’d fallen hard for Ysabel Archambeau, and she rejected him without reason. He tried to escape the haunting memories of Ysabel by returning to the States, but the romantic connections surrounding him isolated Harbinger from his team. Running out of time. A desperate plea from Ysabel’s family pulls him back into her world and his memories.

A stone-cold killer. His code name of Ice was given to him for a reason. When he was hunting the bastards that preyed on the helpless of the world, Ice was relentless and ruthless. Guardian Security focused his talent, and he became a lethal asset.

Jade King lives life at full speed. After over a year undercover for the DEA, she’s back in play and wants what any hot-blooded woman who’s gone a year without sex would want: an alpha bad boy who is convenient, delicious, and disposable. A fun one-night stand, multiple orgasms, and absolutely no strings attached. Right? If only.

Jason King was presented the opportunity of a lifetime: Assume control of guardian security from the billionaire who had built the world renowned agency. As CEO, Jason would manage the best security resources in the world. Former SEALs, Rangers, Recon, Green Berets, agents from every alphabet agency in the nation, not to mention law enforcement stand outs, flocked to the organization he'd control. But the offer came with a painful stipulation. Jason King must lay to rest the demons haunting him.

Shades of good are colored by the poison of greed, lust, and envy, and all too often the warm colors of humanity are consumed by evil. The assassin known as Smoke had his future planned. When his partner’s life imploded, his absence left Smoke adrift. Then Guardian threw a sassy, enticing anchor at him. When the alluring siren boarded his ship, he should have seen the rocky shore in the distance. She was irresistible, and he was 20 years her senior. Anything but a professional relationship with her was a shipwreck waiting to happen.

It wasn’t until people started shooting at her that Eve Salutem had an inkling she was anything other than an elementary school teacher suffering from a rare form of cancer. Discovering she was a walking source of the vaccine for lethal bioweapons and that her previous 27 years were based on lies, lies, and more lies shattered her fragile world and threatened her sanity.

For the assassin known as Reaper, the chances he missed were displayed in perfect resolution every time he went back. Back to her, the only woman he'd ever loved. Harmony Flinn had a chance to leave the drudgery of her small-town existence. The man she loved left her long ago, and he never came back. When presented with the chance of a lifetime, she'd grabbed onto that hope and jumped at the opportunity. Her desire to live anywhere but where she was landed her in a world she didn't recognize, with a lurking evil her past hadn't prepared her to evade.

As a Shadow, Asp planned his assassinations with meticulous care. His work required one thing - that the Council direct his kills. The coded target became a "sanctioned hit”, and that distinction was vital. His most recent assignment took him to a remote area of the Andes Mountains in Colombia. He completed his assassination according to plan - more or less - but no amount of careful planning could have prepared him for the dire circumstances he found himself in.

A dead man’s plea pushes Dr. Ember Harris headfirst into a swirling mire of drugs, death, and political corruption. The Cartel boss who murdered Ember’s friend will stop at nothing to get the information entrusted to her. After all, finding and killing a mere woman in order to claim the evidence should be easy. A matter of a contract, time and money. Terrified, alone, and on the run, Ember reaches out to the only person she knows she can trust.

Jared King had endured more than the normal amount of danger in his life. He’d jumped from planes into hot landing zones, been shot at, almost blown up - twice, damn near killed more times than he cared to remember. Yet, nothing in his past compared to the danger of admitting his feelings for Christian Koehler. When Jared pushed Christian away too hard, once too often, the young man finally left and took Jared’s heart with him.

Obsessive. Toxic. Ice Princess. Witch. Jewell King ignored the epithets slung at her behind her back. Hell, after six, or was it seven, personal security officers asked to be reassigned rather than continue to guard her 24/7, maybe she deserved the names. She didn't care. Zane Reynolds waded through several weeks’ worth of empty energy drink cans, cast off candy wrappers, and stale pizza boxes, and viewed Jewell's office with a resigned sense of deja vu. He was back - against his will and despite his best efforts to stay as far away from Jewell as he could get.

Creed Lachlan was forced out of the Navy SEALs and now works as a freelance contractor for Guardian Security. His current mission is to identify the production site for emerging “dirty” bombs. His contact in Cuba wasn’t the 60-year-old man he’d been told to expect, but a sultry beauty with a sassy attitude hell-bent on driving him insane.

Conner Solomon, one of Guardian Security’s top computer specialists, attends a party in Monaco as a form of family penance, only to find the woman who has been on his mind since their short mission together. As beautiful as she is deadly, she’s a sexy omen of danger.

Declan Howard had it made. He owned the town’s only bar, and there was a vast ocean of women to choose from. All right, so perhaps vast was an overstatement. Hollister wasn’t New York City, but he was content. Footloose and fancy-free, he lived in the fast lane and loved it…until recently.

Andrew Hollister knew the wounds that make a person the most vulnerable couldn’t be seen. That last mission punched his ticket home. He’d survived when most of his team hadn’t. The physical damage had mended. The mental injuries hadn’t healed as easily. Hell, they hadn’t healed at all.