Series: Broken Mercenaries #1
those who betray you.
trust someone with nothing to lose.
my enemies murder my father.
I plot to return home and lead my mafia family as my father did. But some would
kill for my inheritance, and unearthing those people from the shadows would be
impossible without Jackson. He rescued me, has saved me over and over again—and
he could be the key to my survival.
is, his morals keep getting in the way.
lot to scrub bad deeds from a man’s soul, but God, I’ve been trying.
efforts evaporate when I meet Delia. That woman has trouble written all over
her, and she sucks me into the mud faster than I can throw a punch. Love has a
way of blurring the lines, and Delia is igniting all of my old urges. I’m
trying to be good, I really am.
is, I kind of like being bad.
Misty’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
Dalia, alone and one the run to stay alive, meets a fire rescuer, Jackson. Dalia….Jackson, two names you won’t get tired of hearing. They both have secrets of their past. He stops at nothing to keep her safe, even though he doesn’t know her or anything about her. Dalia is more fierce then she looks. Jackson, well he’s trying to live an honest life, but packs a powerful punch.
Dalia and Jackson’s story is full of suspense, blood and lots of steam. It packs a little bit of everything to make one hell of a series kickoff. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for the next book after that twisted little ending.
weight bears down on me, and I have the disturbing urge to wrap my legs around
his waist again. His hips press into mine, keeping me in place.
me off on the side of the road and get away from this mess?” I reach up and
grab his jaw. “I’m a hurricane,” I whisper. “Death follows me everywhere.”
is a contemporary romance and romantic suspense author. She lives in Western
Massachusetts with her dog, Alice.
adventuring into the world of writing, she went to college in Boston and held a
wide variety of jobs—including working on a dude ranch in Wyoming (a personal
highlight). She has a love affair with coffee and chocolate. When S. Massery
isn’t writing, she can be found devouring books, playing outside with her dog,
or trying to make people smile.