Lost # 1
By: Cynthia Eden
Releasing March 31st, 2015
A new romantic suspense by New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden is on the menu today. Heart-pounding action in a setting that turns from idyllic to nightmarish. Read on for my review and an excerpt, and don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway below for a chance to win three ebooks (US/Canada only) offered by Avon. This tour is brought to you by Tasty Book Tours.
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/136350-lost
Eve wakes up in a hospital, but the angry torture marks on her body are not her main concern. Not knowing the first thing about who she is, takes her from a homeless shelter to LOST, an elite team of highly trained specialists whose job is to find missing people. She only hopes they take on cases of missing minds.
Gabe, an ex-SEAL and head of the team, can’t seem to fight his attraction for this gorgeous girl, but her story is out of this world, and he’s not sure if he trusts her. But someone wants her dead, and after the first attempt, Gabe and his team make it their life’s mission to track down a sadistic serial killer who’s been on the loose for way too long.
First off, this book is a lot darker than your usual romantic suspense. There is violence, and a seriously demented serial killer, bent on killing more. Cynthia Eden pulls off a feat here. She keeps throwing the reader off, piling up as many suspects as the victims. There are so many twists, casting shadows even on the protagonists, I found myself on the edge of my seat, mind whirring as to who the killer was. I’m usually very good at that but, in the end, it wasn’t who I thought, so hat off to Ms Eden.
However, to be able to pull that off, the writer had to use many points of view which didn’t help me truly connect with the main characters. I wanted more time in Eve’s head, as she went through a crippling turmoil that ran the gamut of emotions, and I’d like to see that unfold in more detail. In that sense, this story felt more like watching an episode of Dangerous Minds.
The plot is multi-faceted, setting up the upcoming stories in the LOST series. The sexual tension is as high as the action between a woman who doesn’t even know her body’s reactions and a man who is torn between his attraction to and his distrust of her.
If you enjoy whodunit stories with a hot romance streak, Broken is the book for you.
Award-winning author CYNTHIA EDEN writes dark tales of paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She is a New York Times, USA Today, Digital Book World, and IndieReader best-seller. Cynthia is also a two-time finalist for the RITA® award (she was a finalist both in the romantic suspense category and in the paranormal romance category). Since she began writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over thirty novels and novellas. Cynthia lives along the Alabama Gulf Coast. She loves romance novels, horror movies, and chocolate. Her favorite hobbies include hiking in the mountains (searching for waterfalls) and spelunking.
BROKEN by Cynthia Eden – Excerpt
“Do you think I’m a con artist or a victim?”
“I think you’re a woman who has been hurt.” No denying that. “One of my team members, Wade Monroe, is contacting the Montgomery family. We’ll get DNA from them and find out—”
“If I’m Jessica.” There was hope in the words. Enough hope to break his heart.
“When will we know?”
It would take a few days, even with the strings that he could pull. “As soon as possible,” he said, not wanting to give her a specific timetable.
“Thank you.” Then, just like that, she was across the car, giving him a tight hug. “Thank you.”
His arms wrapped around her, an instinctive response. She smelled faintly of flowers, a sweet scent that teased his nose, and her body was soft against his.
She tried to pull away, as if realizing what she’d just done.
For an instant he was tempted to hold her, to keep her close.
She’s a client. Focus.
He let her go, but his body ached.
“I … um … I should get inside.”
Yes, she should. While he was still clutching tight to his control. The control that said he shouldn’t push her. Shouldn’t want her so much. Not when she’d already been hurt so badly.
Her fingers reached for the door.
“Let me,” he said, voice rumbling, and Gabe climbed from the Jag. In seconds he was on the passenger side, opening her door for her. She rose, and her body brushed against his.
He stepped back. Distance. He seriously needed to put some distance between then. But even with some fast steps back, he could still smell that light and sexy scent that clung to her body. And he still wanted her.
“Your shrink asked me a lot of questions about you,” Eve told him as she stood temptingly close.
Gabe inclined his head. “I’m sure—”
“I think she wanted to know why I respond so much to you.”
Oh, hell, she’d just said … He cleared his throat even as part of his body surged in quick response to her. “It’s a tense situation, you’re—”
“You don’t look at me as if I’m a victim.”
He stopped talking.
“I mean, you know what I am, but you still look at me and seem to just see me … as a woman.”
“Others see you the same way.” Doc Tyler sure did. Bastard.
“It’s different with you,” she murmured as she stepped even closer to him. Her head had tilted back so she could look into his eyes. “I don’t know what I’ve felt for other men before.”
Why did the idea of others have his body knotting with tension?
“But I know that when I see you, I want.” A hushed confession. “I just … I needed to tell you that.”
And he needed to make his self-control a hell of a lot stronger. Her lips were just inches from his, and he wanted her mouth beneath his. Wanted her lips open. Needed to taste her.
“You’re the first man I’ve wanted since I opened my eyes in that hospital.”
He could actually feel his control splintering. Client. Cli—
“You probably don’t want me. I—I might not be your type.”
Now her gaze had fallen, as if in embarrassment. Had she really just asked if she was his type? She was probably every damn man’s type.
“But you make me feel normal again, so I had to tell you—”
His fingers curved under her chin. “Eve …”
Her smile was a little too big. Too bright. “I don’t think I can handle anything else right now, I’m …” She pulled away. Stumbled onto the sidewalk. “I just wanted to tell you how I felt,” she told him again.
Then she walked into the shelter, her steps hurried. As if she were running.
He stared after her. She wanted him.
And she was so fucking beyond his reach.