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NO EXIT
EXIT Inc. #2
Lena Diaz
Releasing on January 26, 2016
Avon
Lena Diaz returns to the thrilling world of EXIT Inc., with two enemies who become unlikely
allies—and discover that only through love can they save each other...
allies—and discover that only through love can they save each other...
As an agent of the Equalizers, Jace Atwell will risk everything to destroy EXIT Inc., the corrupt antiterrorist group, before more innocent lives are lost. The only way to infiltrate EXIT is by getting close to the CEO's beautiful daughter, but when they get a little too close, Jace finds himself falling for the woman he is duty-bound to deceive.
Whatever clandestine activities EXIT is involved in, Melissa Cardenas refuses to believe that her father is responsible and is determined to prove it. So when sexy, smooth-talking Jace comes clean about his motives, Melissa drops a bombshell of her own: she's been investigating too—and she wants to help him find the truth.
The chemistry between Melissa and Jace is undeniable, but their opposing views of justice make teamwork tricky. With their lives on the line—and the truth something neither of them expected—the only way to survive will be to trust their hearts and each other . . . if they can.
But before dealing with his
out-of-control partner, he had to give a long overdue situation
report to the kid that Mason Hunt had left in charge of their
headquarters while the rest of the Equalizers were out of town on
other missions—the most recent addition to the team, Devlin
Buchanan’s baby brother, Austin.
Having never been to the Equalizer’s
headquarters, even though he knew where it was, Jace had yet to meet
Austin in person. And he knew very little about him except that he’d
recently gotten out of rehab. For what, Jace had no idea. What he did
know was that every time he’d spoken to Austin on the phone, he
came away with a sour taste in his mouth. The
twentysomething-year-old kid had a prickly attitude that rubbed Jace
every way but right. He braced himself for another unpleasant
conversation and set his phone in the console on speaker mode.
“This is Jace, calling in the
sitrep.”
“It’s about damn time,”
Austin’s gravelly voice bit through the phone.
“What’d you do, take a side trip
down the Colorado River? You should have called an hour ago.”
“Where’s Ramsey?” Jace was
determined not to rise to the bait.
“Wasting my time and making me
wait, just like you. He hasn’t bothered to report in.”
Probably because he didn’t like
Austin any more than Jace did. Or maybe because he didn’t want to
admit he’d screwed up.
“I imagine Ramsey’s reluctant to
face us after his showboating. And he got way too serious with his
role as bad guy, waving a gun around and shooting at me. He risked
being recognized when he got out of the van, and now my classic
muscle car looks like Swiss cheese.”
“Hold it. What are you blathering
about? Ramsey got out of the van? And shot at you?”
Blathering? Was this kid a jerk to
everyone, or did he pull out the special treatment just for Jace?
“That’s what I said. It’s only
through luck and the grace of God that no one got hurt.”
The sound of typing echoed through
the phone. “Yadda, yadda. Whatever. Back it up. Tell me exactly
what happened. And make it quick.”
“Are you always a jackass, or is
this a side effect of your stint in rehab?” So much for not letting
the kid get to him.
“Bite me, Atwell. Tell me what I
need to know.” Jace reined in his temper and answered Austin’s
questions. “In spite of Ramsey’s escapades, everything worked
out, even better than hoped. I’m supposed to report to EXIT Inc.
tomorrow morning to see about at me. He risked being recognized when
he got out of the van, and now my classic muscle car looks like Swiss
cheese.”
“Hold it. What are you blathering
about? Ramsey got out of the van? And shot at you?” Blathering? Was
this kid a jerk to everyone, or did he pull out the special treatment
just for Jace?
“That’s what I said. It’s only
through luck and the grace of God that no one got hurt.” The sound
of typing echoed through the phone. “Yadda, yadda. Whatever. Back
it up. Tell me exactly what happened. And make it quick.”
“Are you always a jackass, or is
this a side effect of your stint in rehab?” So much for not letting
the kid get to him.
“Bite me, Atwell. Tell me what I
need to know.” Jace reined in his temper and answered Austin’s
questions.
“In spite of Ramsey’s escapades,
everything worked out, even better than hoped. I’m supposed to
report to EXIT Inc. tomorrow morning to see about a job. Looks like
I’ll be the inside mole for the next few days, or weeks, or however
long it takes to bring EXIT down.”
“Time-out, genius. Something isn’t
right. Ramsey’s not the type to do what you said he did. He
wouldn’t go off half-cocked.” Jace sat up straighter, his
irritation forgotten in lieu of the alarms that were starting to go
off in his head. “I’ve only known him for a few months, so I
can’t predict his behavior. How long have you known him?”
“Long enough. Plus I’ve got
detailed files on all of the Equalizers. And I’m telling you this
doesn’t fit his profile. Are you sure he’s the guy you saw?”
A cold feeling of dread settled in
the pit of Jace’s stomach. He checked his mirrors and pulled to the
shoulder of the road. Then he tried to picture Ramsey, superimposing
him over the image of the gunman. At first blush, they matched up:
about six feet tall, muscular build, Caucasian—something he was
certain of because the gunman hadn’t worn gloves. And there was
nothing remotely female about those hands or the person who owned
them, so he discarded the possibility that the person underneath that
ski mask could be a woman. But had the gunman been standing up
straight? Or had he hunched down against the cold? If so, he could be
even taller than six feet, opening up more possibilities about his
identity. But if the gunman wasn’t Ramsey, who was he? And
where was Ramsey?
Originally from Kentucky, romantic suspense author Lena Diaz also lived in California and Louisiana before settling in Northeast Florida with her husband, two children, and a Shetland Sheepdog named Sparky. A Romance Writers of America Golden Heart® finalist, she's won the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense and has been a finalist for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award. She loves to watch action movies, garden,
and hike in the beautiful Tennessee Smoky Mountains.
and hike in the beautiful Tennessee Smoky Mountains.
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