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3) The Convicts
Sometimes the only way to take control is to surrender...
Krystina
I am flawed and damaged.
My capacity for love is limited and only I can repair the pieces of my shattered heart.
A relationship with Alexander Stone will never work. But he is everywhere I turn.
In my mind. In my heart. And in my soul.
I cannot deny him. He is my addiction and I'm unable to stay away.
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12) Primary Target
"One of the best thrillers I have read this year."
—Books and Movie Reviews (re Any Means Necessary)
In the much-anticipated debut of a new series by #1 bestseller Jack Mars, when elite Delta Force soldier Luke Stone, 29, joins a secretive government agency, he is dispatched on the mission of a lifetime: a whirlwind race across Europe and the Mid-East to save the President's daughter before she is beheaded by terrorists.
...Two declarations of love and a past that won't set them free.
Alexander
I had rules. Krystina broke them.
That's just the way things were.
But that didn't mean I didn't want to make her my wife.
She exemplified the triskelion, representing my past, my present, and my future.
Without her, I am nothing.
But then the past returns to rear its ugly head.
As it turned out, I wasn't the only one with
"It's complex. It's dirty. And I devoured every single detail of this series." —Not Your Moms Romance Blog
Bound by need. Entwined in secrets...
Krystina
I had dreams and aspirations, none of which included a man by my side. Been there, done that. Then I forgot my cellphone, and all of my carefully laid plans went to hell.
He wasn't supposed to be there when I fell. I wasn't supposed to get lost
...He could give her anything her heart longed for—except one thing.
Alexander
I refused to be trapped in hell ever again.
But even devils have dreams.
If I had one wish this Christmas, it would be to give Krystina what she desperately wanted more than anything—a baby.
I would do anything for my wife, but that was before the world fell into chaos.
Too much had changed and fear of the madness