Guardian Security Shadow World

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.

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.

To prevent their imminent murder, Bethanie Clark flees New York City with her 11-year-old son Ethan. Her destination - a remote cabin isolated high in the Smoky Mountains. A city dweller her entire life, she never realized there was more threatening their lives than the enemies of her son’s father. In winter, in the high elevations of the Great Smoky Mountains, surviving the elements is a challenge.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Aspen Kennedy almost died in the explosion that decimated Guardian Security’s Washington, DC, complex. When she woke in the hospital bed, survival was her mantra. But the very thing that made her who she was had been stripped from her. Plunged into the center of the New York Mafia war, she called the only telephone number she could remember and left a message begging for help. Guardian wouldn’t let this happen, that much she did remember.

The assassin known as Valkyrie uses her many charms to ensnare the unsuspecting monsters she kills. She lives among the rich, privileged, beautiful people of the world. Or so they’d have the world believe. She’s witnessed the ugliness, brutality, contempt, and greed that formed the miscreants she hunted.

The assassin known as Flack wasn’t expecting to become the guardian of his 14-month-old niece. His life as an assassin wasn’t exactly family-friendly. Plus, he had no idea how to take care of a baby. How could he work for Guardian Security with a kid in tow? Flack needed help, like yesterday.

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.

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.

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.

In the shimmering, elite world of Sochi, Russia, where art mingles with power and secrets lie hidden beneath layers of paint, Guardian’s assassin, Maximus embarks on a dangerous mission to dismantle the criminal empire of the ruthless oligarch, Abrasha Molchalin. But when Maximus meets Elena Ivanova, Molchalin’s art curator, the lines between duty and desire blur.