Twisted
(Lost Series, #2)
by Cynthia Eden
by Cynthia Eden
Blurb:
In the second seductive LOST novel from New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden, an obsessed Last Option Search Team agent goes looking for trouble—and finds her in the Big Easy.
Dean Bannon comes to New Orleans for one reason only: to track down a missing sixteen-year-old girl. That's before he meets the drop-dead gorgeous con artist who makes him want to lose his legendary control.
With her past, Emma Castille doesn't claim to be psychic. She just notices things other people don't. Like the fear in a runaway's eyes—or the pain in an ex-FBI agent's heart. Her chemistry with Dean is blistering, but Emma follows her passion . . . not someone else's orders.
Then a madman breaks into Emma's home and leaves a twisted message: You're next. Now Dean refuses to let her out of his sight until he pries every last secret from her full, sexy lips. And suddenly Emma's aching to give him everything he wants.
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Excerpt
“You’re not psychic.”
Were they back to that?
She put her hands in her lap.
Emma didn’t believe in making nervous gestures. She didn’t believe in giving
away anything at all with her body language.
Emma didn’t believe in making nervous gestures. She didn’t believe in giving
away anything at all with her body language.
“What you are …” Ah, now he did smile. Her father would have
called it a shit-eating grin. The more PC term was probably a Cheshire cat
smile. Whatever the name, that smile annoyed her. “What you are, Ms. Castille …
is a criminal. A fraud.”
called it a shit-eating grin. The more PC term was probably a Cheshire cat
smile. Whatever the name, that smile annoyed her. “What you are, Ms. Castille …
is a criminal. A fraud.”
Maybe she should grab her chest
and dramatically gasp. She didn’t. “Wonderful for you,” Emma said. “You pulled
up a background report one me.” She let her eyes widen a bit. “It’s amazing
just what one can find if a person knows how to use a search engine.”
and dramatically gasp. She didn’t. “Wonderful for you,” Emma said. “You pulled
up a background report one me.” She let her eyes widen a bit. “It’s amazing
just what one can find if a person knows how to use a search engine.”
A furrow appeared between his
eyes.
eyes.
“How about I say what … you are?” Emma asked him. “A
washed-up FBI agent who snapped on the job. You held your control tight every
single day, but the bad guys—they just didn’t stop, did they? You hunted them,
you stopped them, and more appeared. While you were fighting the system, they
kept coming, and the bodies kept piling up on your watch.”
washed-up FBI agent who snapped on the job. You held your control tight every
single day, but the bad guys—they just didn’t stop, did they? You hunted them,
you stopped them, and more appeared. While you were fighting the system, they
kept coming, and the bodies kept piling up on your watch.”
He shot right back to his feet.
The folding chair slammed down behind him.
The folding chair slammed down behind him.
“You and your father bilked
desperate people,” he accused. “You told them you were psychic, that you could
help find their missing children. And you—”
desperate people,” he accused. “You told them you were psychic, that you could
help find their missing children. And you—”
“We found them.” Two girls who’d
vanished. They’d found them. “We just didn’t get to
them in time.” And she would not go back to that place.
vanished. They’d found them. “We just didn’t get to
them in time.” And she would not go back to that place.
She motioned toward Manuel. He
knew the signal meant he could take over her booth. There was no way, no way, that she was going to
stay there with that prick while he slammed the most painful moments from her
past in Emma’s face.
knew the signal meant he could take over her booth. There was no way, no way, that she was going to
stay there with that prick while he slammed the most painful moments from her
past in Emma’s face.
Manuel, pale, tattooed, with
piercings in his lips and eyebrows, quickly claimed her spot.
piercings in his lips and eyebrows, quickly claimed her spot.
Emma jumped to her feet. Muttered
her thanks, and fled right past the guy she was starting to think of as Agent
Jackass.
her thanks, and fled right past the guy she was starting to think of as Agent
Jackass.
She pushed through the crowd.
Wasn’t there always a crowd in Jackson Square? And that was why she loved the
place. It was so easy to vanish in a crowd. To be anyone.
Wasn’t there always a crowd in Jackson Square? And that was why she loved the
place. It was so easy to vanish in a crowd. To be anyone.
The crowd closed around her.
To be no one at all.
She hurried around the back of
the cathedral. She knew the streets so well. Her home was close by. Emma would
get inside and forget Agent Jackass.
the cathedral. She knew the streets so well. Her home was close by. Emma would
get inside and forget Agent Jackass.
I’m being followed.
Emma stilled at the intersection.
A horse-drawn carriage rolled by her. Voices called out.
A horse-drawn carriage rolled by her. Voices called out.
And he touched her.
Emma didn’t flinch. Didn’t
scream. She looked down at the hand on her shoulder. “When a woman runs away
from you, that means you need to stay the hell away from her.”
scream. She looked down at the hand on her shoulder. “When a woman runs away
from you, that means you need to stay the hell away from her.”
His hold tightened on her. “You
and I aren’t done.”
and I aren’t done.”
She looked up at his face. Had
she really thought the man was handsome? Annoying, that was all Dean Bannon
was.
she really thought the man was handsome? Annoying, that was all Dean Bannon
was.
“I need to find that girl, and
you’re the only lead I have so far.”
you’re the only lead I have so far.”
“Then you’re not a very good
investigator.”
investigator.”
About the Author
USA Today Best-selling author Cynthia Eden has written over twenty-five novels and novellas. She was named as a 2013 RITA® finalist for her paranormal romance, ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia Eden was a RITA finalist for her romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.
Cynthia is a southern girl who loves horror movies, chocolate, and happy endings. She has always wanted to write (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys creating stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life monsters that populate her romantic suspense stories.
Cynthia’s foreign sales for her books include translations to Japan, Germany, Thailand, Greece, and Brazil.
(Back in the day…) Cynthia graduated summa cum laude from the University of South Alabama where she studied Sociology (because people interest her) and Communication (because she likes to write about said people). Cynthia has worked as a college admissions counselor, a teacher, and as an editor. But now, Cynthia is thrilled to be spending her days making up stories.
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