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NO MEMORY OF HIS PAST
Powerful cartel leader Sin Diaz lives a dangerous life filled with secrets and lies, and surrounded by people who claim to have known him all his life. Yet flashes of another life, totally unrelated to the jungles of Cosio, hang tantalizingly on the edges of his memory. He'll trust no one until he recalls his true past.
NO DREAMS OF A FUTURE
T-FLAC operative Riva Rimaldi's mission is simple. Go undercover, learn terrorist Escobar Maza's agenda, then kill him. But when the helicopter she's on crashes deep in the jungle of the small, volatile country of Cosio, she finds herself in the wrong hands. Is the sexy as hell leader of the ANSL, Sin Diaz, the enemy of her enemy, worse than Maza himself? Or is he someone entirely different than his reputation – and will he become her lover?
TOGETHER THEY HOLD THE KEY
Sin and Riva must work together to stop a madman who will go to any lengths to attain his terrifying goal. But can they unravel the truth in time? The timer is ticking.
What they don’t know could get them killed.
T-FLAC operative Riva Rimaldi had a clear mental image of
the chopper she was on: It was hurtling toward the ground, following a fiery
explosion.
Five out of the six people on board would die. She was sorry
she couldn't forewarn the two operatives accompanying her of their impending
death. The warning would be useless and come too late. That was the bitch of
her ability. When she received a vision, she knew precisely what would happen,
but not precisely when. Even more of a bitch was that she while she could see
the future, her ability to modify it was typically nonexistent. Riva had to let
the nightmares that ran through her brain play out in real life.
She saw it as the pilot did. A bright, swiftly moving light
headed up at them from the trees below.
“SAM.” Surface-to-air missile? Out here? In the middle of
nowhere?
Curling into a ball around her duffel, one hand wrapped in
the backpack’s straps, Riva braced for impact. She might as well kiss her ass
good-bye. Despite what she'd seen, no one would survive the hit, and if she
did, she’d wish she hadn't.
Between one heartbeat and the next, the missile slammed the
tail with a loud, fiery explosion, spinning what was left of the chopper end
over end. A blast furnace of heat engulfed her as she was thrown around the
cabin like a rag doll. Everything gyrated like a kaleidoscope around her, as if
she were separate from the event. In the split second when rational thought was
possible, Riva knew she couldn't jump out. Even if she had a chute, which she
didn't, she'd be sliced and diced like chopped salad by the swiftly spinning
blades if she attempted it.
I’m screwed.
Primal fear set in and all she could do was scream as she,
and what was left of the burning chopper, hurtled uncontrollably toward the
trees.
