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Can Colton keep Shelby alive, or will he put them both in the crossfire and lose her forever?

In this fifth book in the SEALs of Shadow Force series, Colton and Shelby face family issues, a serial killer bent on revenge, second chances, and are joined by Connor and Sabrina from Fatal Love!

“The love scenes were smokin’ hot!”

Excerpt:

Colton swung back into the kitchen, two shirts in hand. He eyed the buttons on her blouse. “You need a hand getting that off?”

For a second, Shelby wasn’t sure if he was serious or just teasing. The look in his eyes—the same heat from before—told her he was serious all right.

Dead serious.

He wanted to unbutton her blouse and help her out of it.

Not because he was being nice or thought she couldn’t work the buttons on her shirt.

Evil man. “Just because my leg is screwed up doesn’t mean I can’t dress myself.”

He tossed the fresh shirt on the table, then reached out to finger the collar of her blouse. “Was thinking more about the undressing part. Can you do it on your own?”

Her nipples hardened and she licked her lips. “Is that part of my therapy? Showing you I can unbutton my shirt?”

A wicked grin lit his face. “I need to do a full evaluation of what you can and can’t handle.”

The desire pulsing at the base of her spine moved lower. At the same time, she undid the top button.

This was such a bad idea, but this is what they did—teased, played, and had fun. Until the fun was over and reality came calling.

When it was just the two of them, they were perfect together. As soon as her family, friends, or job entered the picture, there was nothing but anger, hurt, and arguing.

As if he could see the mental war going on in her head, he upped the ante—he shucked off his own shirt.

And oh, my. What a beautiful man he was, even with the scars crisscrossing his chest and belly. His broad shoulders bunched as he wadded up the coffee-stained shirt and tossed it on the table, his steely gaze once again challenging her in a totally different way.

Her hand went to the second button on her blouse, toying with it, watching the effect the promise of something more had on him. He knew as well as she did that nothing good could come from them lowering their defenses and seeking comfort in each other’s arms, but hell if that had ever stopped either of them from giving in to their passion.

Sex with Colton had always been good—not just good, great. Eighteen months was a long time to go without that kind of pleasure, without him, yet she hadn’t even considered hooking up with anyone else. Couldn’t consider starting over with someone new.

Jaya had tried setting her up more than once. Shelby appreciated her friend’s compassion and determination, but most times, she never even made it to the first date. Same with her mom, pushing her toward Daniel. A good man, but no one else was Colton.

Even now, he knew she needed to control the flow and pace of this dance with the devil. She was no amateur—she knew the price of crossing the point of no return with him. He wasn’t about to push her into anything. This was her choice. All he was doing was putting it out there. Offering to make her a very happy woman for a few hours.

Was she willing to let him?

Her body screamed yes, yes, yes. Goading, demanding. It remembered all too well how amazing he could make her feel.

Her heart, though…that was an altogether different thing. Wait, wait, wait, it cried. It didn’t want to be hurt again.

Because surrendering her body to Colton was one thing, but she couldn’t separate her heart from it. If she plunged into heedless abandon with him, her heart would pay the price.

Logic attempted to marry the two, reminding her that a drop-dead gorgeous man, one who wanted to protect her and maybe still loved her, was standing there in front of her, half-naked and willing to do anything she wanted.

Shelby was no fool. She reached for him.

He caught her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, and once again went to his knees in front of her.

A rush of pure, unadulterated power ran through her veins. Having this man—a former SEAL and the most incredible lover a gal could ask for—kneel in front of her was as thrilling as any moment she’d ever had on the beauty pageant circuit, as intoxicating as any case she’d ever worked for the FBI. He was hers. All hers. He might have teased her relentlessly about being a beauty queen, but he loved giving her anything she wanted.

Right now, she wanted him.

And he knew it.

Slowly, she drew him toward her, leaning down to offer a kiss to seal her pact with the devil.

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Time travel, sexy soul mates and one disturbing bad guy

He’s after a killer…and she’s the prime suspect.

 

Their souls are bound for all eternity…

For a thousand years, cursed, immortal priestess Keva Moon Water has protected the descendants of her lost tribe. When the last remaining family members are killed in a ritualistic mass murder that Keva survives, she becomes the prime suspect in the FBI’s investigation.

Special Agent Rife St. Claire is a decorated profiler and expert in ritualistic killings. Haunted by the murder of his mother when he was only thirteen, he’s now driven to protect the innocent.

When he finds himself falling hard for the beautiful survivor, his job—as well as his heart—is in danger. Incriminating evidence points to Keva as the killer and she’s willing to go to great lengths to prove her innocence and awaken Rife’s memories of their love affair that started a war and bound their souls together for all eternity.

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Genre | Paranormal Romance | Ghost Mystery | Mystery Thriller & Suspense

 

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Present Day

Wolf River, Oregon

Hundreds of Virgin Marys stared at Rife St. Cloud from every surface inside the old church, their serene eyes in direct contrast to the bloody bodies of the six dead women at his feet.

Staring at a grisly multiple homicide and running on less than four hours of sleep, Rife slid his car keys into the worn pocket of his jeans and wondered what he was doing back in Wolf River. What he was doing on the West Coast in general. This is what I get for taking a vacation.

Vacation or not, his mind automatically registered the stats of the six women as crime scene techs buzzed around them. All Native American with matching tribal tattoos depicting a quarter moon over waves above their left breast. All early to late twenties. Stab wounds and an assortment of symbols carved into the skins of five of the bodies who were staged to circle a sixth.

A ritualistic killer. Rife eyed the various wounds and estimated the depth and number of marks on each woman. Or just a disorganized one trying to cover his tracks?

A heaviness knocked him in the chest. During the past five years as a profiler for the FBI, he’d seen a lot of brutality, but he never got used to the sight of murder victims, especially women and children.

The killer’s weapon, a wicked-looking knife, lay on the stomach of the female in the center. Beautiful, even in death, the woman’s skin, sharp cheekbones and dark hair spoke of pure ancestry. Chinook? Makah? Tribes existed throughout Oregon, but few pure bloods lived in Wolf River. Unlike the others, she had only one small carving on her breast, in the shape of flames. Thin, bloody lines intertwined and partially encircled her tattoo as if a fire were about to consume it. While she appeared to be the same age as the others, her tat was faded and showed an old wound—a single, shallow white scar cut through the center of the quarter moon.

The knife rested with its bloody tip pointing at her pubic hair. The killer’s signature?

James Chee, Wolf River’s police chief and only detective, snapped on latex gloves as he bent down to study the body. He’d had far more sleep than Rife, even though it was just before three on a Sunday morning. Pressing his fingers against her throat, Chee double checked for a pulse. “EMTs called it,” he mumbled, more to himself than Rife. “But I have to be sure.”

After a full fifteen seconds, he shook his head and lifted the knife off her stomach with two fingers, examining the ornate hilt. “Definitely not a spree killing. The wheel-spoke pattern with this one in the middle suggests a ritual of some sort.” His heavy sigh conveyed grief and pity. “Could be a hate crime. Possibly premeditated.”

Rife sunk his left hand into his other pocket. “Ritualistic killings are always premeditated.”

Chee bagged the knife and continued to examine it through the clear plastic. “No signs of forced entry or even much of a struggle. Suggests they knew the killer.”

Keeping his hands in his pockets, Rife examined the central figure in closer detail. Thick eyelashes balanced her long nose. Her throat showed several old bruises. Had someone tried to choke her previous to tonight’s killing? “Cause of death?”

Chee shook his head, the gray braid hanging down his back moving as he studied the woman along with Rife. His finger pointed to the flames. “Keva only has one obvious wound and not a mortal one. Coroner will have to call it.”

“Keva? You knew her?”

“Keva Moon Water. Owned the church and the grounds. Set it up as a sanctuary for some of her women kin from what I understand.”

Rife shifted his attention to the room, ignoring the crime scene techs marking blood splatter and snapping photos. He shouldn’t be here. At the crime scene or in his home town at all. But when a mass murder happened under Chee’s nose, and his grandson was sleeping—or not sleeping, as the case were—in the spare room in his cabin, Rife was going to be pressed into action. At least unofficial action. Truth was, he didn’t really mind. Anything was better than twiddling his thumbs. Killers didn’t do vacations and neither did Rife.

The usual trappings of the Catholic religion were missing, save the Madonnas, stained glass windows and the Saints carved in stone behind what had once been the pulpit. Instead, the immense room displayed the ingredients of a normal home: sofa, chairs, flat-screen. Plants with yellowing leaves lined an antique buffet. A women’s magazine lay open on a coffee table as if its owner had simply got up to answer the phone or get a soda. A stack of paperbacks stood next to a chair, patiently waiting to be read. One corner of the room was set up as an office, complete with computer, fax and several printers.

“They kept to themselves up here,” Chee continued unprompted. “The closest neighbors live half a mile away and gossiped about vandalism. Kids, probably. They thought she was a witch, gave her grief, but she never turned them in.”

A witch who collected Madonnas. Rife’s eyes went back and forth between the beautiful dark-haired woman and the solemn dark-eyed Virgins. From the primitive hand-carved wooden statues to the detailed oil painting in the nave, the Madonnas crossed the spectrum of antiquity and worth. In the mix, native artifacts stood out in bas relief. “Who called it in?”

Chee’s already narrowed eyes tightened. He pointed to a cell phone bagged as evidence and lying on a nearby table. “One of our gals here. Dialed 911, but only got part of the address out before the line was disconnected. Dispatch is county-run, but the woman working the phones put two and two together with the location of our one and only cell phone tower and the partial address. The bodies were still warm when I got here, but we were too late. They were all dead.”

The mew of a cat caught Rife’s attention. A fat gray tabby circled a pole as tall as Rife and carved from a cedar log. Rubbing against the totem, the feline made another circle before sitting on its haunches and staring at him. Rife’s gaze ran up the totem which depicted three females: a child raising her mother up above her head, and the mother in turn raising a grandmother above her. A fat raven head with enormous eyes and open beak topped the totem. A thunderbird. Traditional Northwest Coast art.

The mix of Native art with traditional Catholicism didn’t surprise him. Whether Indian or Virgin Mary, the thread was the same—the wisdom and power of women.

“A ritual killing in a church,” Rife murmured, jingling his keys. “Guess our guy’s not afraid of damnation.” The bastard also wasn’t interested in the numerous artifacts or computer equipment. Rife locked eyes with the cat. If only she could talk. “Sexual assault?”

“Not obvious.” Chee rose and paced around the other women, pointing at the symbols with his free hand. “From the amount of blood, our killer carved them premortem, but lack of struggle indicates they didn’t fight. Sure would like to know why.”

“Drugged, my guess.”

“Lot of that these days, even in this backwoods part of the world, but all of them?”

“Just be sure your techs bag all the cups, pop cans and glasses as evidence.”

The old man grunted with what Rife understood to be an acknowledgment before scrutinizing the naked bodies again. “What about the symbols? What do they mean?”

Glancing down, unease stirred Rife’s gut. The symbols in question were ancient. Too ancient for him, even with his extensive knowledge of native languages and religions. What bothered him more was the fact that disorganized criminals didn’t perform organized ritualistic killings.

Chee replaced the knife, examining the direction of the tip. “The killer sending us a message?”

Rife shrugged. “Who understands the mind of a killer?”

“You do, Mr. Profiler. That’s why I called you even before my CSU team unpacked their equipment.”

“It’s Special Agent to you,” he shot back with no enthusiasm. “And as you might recall, I’m supposed to be on vacation.”

“Yeah? How much wood you need to chop in August?”

Rife ignored the goad and the fact that Chee, like everyone else in Wolf River, knew every move he made. This wasn’t Virginia; this was his grandfather’s town. James Chee’s town. Rife had to get used to that.

Chee stepped outside the circle of death and handed the knife to a young officer to be added to the growing pile of evidence. He called out to a CSU tech hustling by, “You get a close up of Keva’s tattoo?”

“Six angles,” the female photographer replied. The click of her camera echoed in the high-ceilinged room as she shot pictures of an old communion table that now held an assortment of primitive Virgins. “You ever see a collection like this, Chief? Some of this is museum-grade stuff.”

Sadness warred with Rife’s unease as he stared down at Keva. Maybe it was the Madonnas. Maybe it was the fact that the women here were native like him. No matter that his training insisted he stay detached, this crime felt personal. The woman in the center of the circle was dead at the hands of a sick murderer. The Madonna Killer. He could see the headline in the Wolf River Sentinel now.

Who are you, Keva Moon Water? As usual, he found himself more interested in the victim than the criminal. A vague sense of recognition rippled through him. His grandfather knew her, but had never mentioned her, and Rife knew he’d never met her on any of his trips home to Wolf River. She certainly hadn’t grown up in town or gone to the dilapidated school house he had attended all those years ago. He had an excellent memory and would recognize her if she’d been part of the town’s landscape during his childhood. So why did he feel that ripple? Who was she? What sacrifices had she made to provide this sanctuary for her relatives and why did they need one? What had she, or her family, done to attract a violent, sadistic person?

Even as he turned the questions over in his mind, the real question nagging at him surfaced like a dead body floating to the top of a lake. When will I finally stop the killers that prey on the innocent?

To hell with vacation. He pulled his hands out of his pockets. “I’ll help however I can, Grandpops.”

The cat cried again in the corner of the room as if giving her approval. Rife ignored her and the light that brightened Chee’s dark eyes. He focused on Keva’s tattoo. Moon Water, he thought, again trying to place why that name rang a bell.

A muscle under her tat spasmed. Blinking, Rife told himself it was only the body’s natural response as death set in. Either that or he needed sleep. Nothing new about that.

But when he saw it spasm again, his gaze shot to her face. Her eyelids twitched and the ripple turned into a wave of pure adrenaline. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

Dropping down beside her, his fingers found a pulse at the base of her throat. As faint as the beat of butterfly wings, it stirred under his touch. He glanced up at Chee. “You said she was dead.”

“She is.” Chee’s eyes were wide as he stared at Keva. “You saw me double check her.”

Keva’s full lips parted, and Rife’s heart jumped with hope as she drew in a weak, shaky breath. Her eyes fluttered open.

“Get your EMTs back in here.” He smiled into the soft, Virgin-like eyes of Keva Moon Water. “She’s alive. Very, very alive.”

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Enjoy this excerpt of Fatal Courage

In twenty-one missions, CIA golden girl Ruby McKellen has failed only once, thanks to Navy SEAL Jaxon Sloan, the man who stole her heart and forced her to choose between him and her partner. To prove her partner’s innocence and save her damaged career, Ruby is running an unsanctioned mission—and the only way to get the proof she needs is to go to Jax for help.

Fatal Courage, SEALs of Shadow Force, Book 3 © Copyright 2016-2020 Misty Evans

“…hot, hunky and down right lethal. Keep it coming!” ~ Cheri, Goodreads reviewer

Excerpt:

She’d almost blown it.

Ruby’s pulse hammered in her ears. Her legs, in the four-inch heels, wobbled as she half-ran for cover.

That’s what Jaxon Sloan did her.

Every damn time.

Get away.

She scooted past a dancing couple, dodged a groping hand, and slid off the dance floor behind a woman slightly bigger than her. Her undercover training kicked in, her brain commanding her breathing to slow and her body to move less erratically.

Less like prey.

Seeing Jax out on the dance floor shocked her system from head to toe. The months—they felt like years—had slogged by and suddenly he was here. An apparition. A ghost of her failure come back to haunt her.

Heading for the rear of the club, she didn’t dare look behind her. She’d nearly keeled over from a heart attack right there in the middle of everyone on the dance floor.

What was he doing here? How did he know she was in Chicago?

He could have blown her mission. Again.

Worse, her little slip and she’d almost let him. After all of her training and twenty-one missions with only that one, single failure, she knew how to handle surprises. Nothing tripped her up.

Except Jax.

Tall, dark, and forever full of himself, his sudden appearance had thrown her but good. For a second, she’d thought her subconscious had wished him into being. She’d been thinking of him—couldn’t get the man out of her mind even after all this time. With every move of her hips, she’d thought of him and their time in Marrakech as she danced. The way he’d touched her, the way he’d made her moan his name and beg for more.

She hit the back hallway, signs for the restrooms pointing to the left. Ruby went right.

Her pulse returned to normal and she dodged into a office doorway to avoid being seen by one of the owner’s goons. The back entrance was only a few steps away. Her car waited in the parking lot.

The goon disappeared and Ruby started forward, stopped. Now that she was thinking more clearly, she had to consider the consequences of bailing. A part of her didn’t want to go. Instead, it wanted to confront Jax. Yell at him. Tell him to get the hell out.

Or maybe, take him back to her place.

Ah, hell.

Yep, she’d nearly flaked out on the dance floor when she saw him in the flesh, his smoldering dark eyes eating her up. Her heart had frozen in her chest, her limbs suddenly quivering with anticipation.

That’s what happened when you’d been fantasizing about a guy for months and then he showed up looking even better than he did in your dreams.

Fantasy. That’s all he was and that’s how he had to remain.

Mission first and always. She didn’t have time for distractions. Elliot was counting on her. The Agency was breathing down her neck.

And the last person on the face of the earth she wanted to talk to—regardless of the fact he was the only man who’d ever chiseled his way past her solid walls—was Jaxon Sloan.

She took a step out from her hiding place. Jax’s deep voice stopped her in her tracks. “Are you running from me, Ruby?”

Running. That’s exactly what she was doing.

Not that she would ever let him know that.

A shiver slid down her spine from his simple nearness. In the background, the music continued to beat, snapping at her nerves. “I don’t run from anyone.” Liar.

“Sure looks like that’s what you’re doing.”

She whirled around to face him; her breath caught.

He’d trapped her under a broken overhead light and the shadows around him made him look even bigger and badass than she knew him to be.

Swallowing the tightness in her throat, she stomped on the lust bubbling up inside her. Never had a man affected her the way he did. Never had anyone gotten under her skin like he had. His presence, his voice, ignited the dry kindling inside her.

“What do you want?” She forced her voice not to betray the wild emotions riding her. She was an operative for God’s sake, deceiving the enemy came with ease.

And Jaxon Sloan was definitely her enemy.

He was also the one man who saw past her duplicity every time.

His eyes swept over her, lingering on her hips for a second before coming back up to her face. “You know why.”

“No, I really don’t, and I can’t be seen with you. You’ll blow my mission.” She brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re good at that as I recall.”

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even so much as blink. The barely there light from farther down the hall caught on the scar on his temple. “You’re not working a legitimate mission, so knock it off. Whatever this is, it isn’t important.”

“Isn’t important?” Clearing Elliot’s name was her only mission. Sure, she was in Chicago to help the FBI with a counterterrorism case, but that was only to make her boss happy. Little Gus had connections she needed for Elliot. “Of course, that’s what you’d say.”

She turned her back on him, the past anger surfacing as she headed for the back entrance. But that was good. Anger kept her clearheaded. Anger suffocated her tangled emotions.

Anger would keep Jax at a safe distance.

She’d have to come back another night to see if she could get to Little Gus.

Two strong hands grabbed her by the arms and spun her around Jax pinned her wrists to her sides and pushed her against the wall.. “Where is he?”

She jerked her wrists away. Only because he allowed it. He could probably crush every bone in them with ease. “Who?”

“You know who.”

He smelled like cedar and warm rain. Her mind went back to that night in Marrakech, the soft rain starting after midnight, falling outside as he did wicked things to her body.

Concentrate. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His liquid brown eyes, black in the shadows, narrowed and his head tilted slightly. For some stupid reason, she wanted his hands on her again. “Are we really playing this game?”

“I’m not playing a game. I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Shut him down. Get away, before you become a blubbering, lusty bitch. Oh, right, too late. “Get out of my way and don’t come back here to harass me again.”

She tried to leave him. He moved to stop her, his arm shooting out, his hand resting on the wall near her head.

He leaned in, studied her face. His full lips beckoned. “You’re lying.”

“I know you think that’s all I do is lie, but that’s not true.”

She’d told him the truth that night and then she’d betrayed him by taking Elliot’s side when everything went south. He’d returned the favor by “proving” her partner was a traitor.

Elliot wasn’t a traitor anymore than she was. Jax had it all wrong. If only she could make him see that.

Proof. She was going to get proof of her partner’s innocence. That’s why she’d been here tonight, trying to get in good with the biggest gangster the Southside of Chicago had ever seen. He had the connections she needed.

Jax’s face was inches from hers. His gaze dropped to her mouth, slid back up to her eyes. “You honestly don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

A tense silence ensued. He still wasn’t sure.

His proximity—so close she would raised her lips an inch and kiss him—was doing strange things to her. Like making her think about kissing him.

Down girl! “Jax, honest to God, either tell me what this is about or get out of my way.”

“Elliot escaped.”

The words buzzed inside her head, blurry, indistinct. “What?”

“He was in the medical ward after a fight and somehow ended up exchanging clothes with a guard and walking right out of the place. The guard is in serious condition, by the way, from a blow to the head.”

My God. If she hadn’t been backed up against the wall, she might have staggered. “Elliot would never do that.”

His eyes challenged her. “See that’s where you and I disagree. You think Elliot is this great guy. I know he’s a miserable, lying traitor who will do anything to cover his ass.”

Her jaw tightened. “There has to be a reason he would bail like that. He knew I was working on clearing his name. Why would he run?” On the heels of that unpleasant thought, came another. “Why didn’t my boss notify me about this?”

“Probably because the CIA knows you’re sympathetic to the douchecanoe.”

Her exasperation morphed into outright annoyance. Mostly because he was probably correct. “Why do you care? Why did you come here to tell me this? To rub it in that you’re right about my partner?”

Ex-partner. He’s not worthy of the ground you walk on, and no, I didn’t come here to remind you he’s a worthless goatwaffle. I came here because I know you’re the first person he’ll run to for help.”

“That’s sweet, but he’s not stupid, and again, I don’t understand why you care if he does come running to me for help. You made sure he went to prison after Marrakech, but he’s no longer your problem, is he? He really was never your problem. You made him into a traitor, so while I’m sure it upsets you that he’s escaped, the Agency will find him. Go back to your life and forget about him. Forget about me.”

The words tumbled out of her mouth, even as her heart clenched. She didn’t mean it. If anything, she wanted the opposite. To the man who’d probably slept his way around the world, she wanted to be the one woman he would never forget.

The clean-shaven SEAL of six months ago was gone. He’d grown a short beard since she’d last seen him and her fingers itched to touch it. To feel the scratch of it against her skin. His focus—so intense it made gooseflesh rise on her arms—dropped to her lips. “I will never forget you.”

Bam. He’d read her mind.

Her heart stuttered. “Jax…”

He laid a finger against her lips. “Here me out. I didn’t come here to fight with you, Ruby. I know you’re running an unsanctioned mission to find proof Elliot was innocent of the charges I brought against him, but you need to switch your focus and help me find him. He will come to you. You’re the only person that ever believed he was innocent to begin with, and while I respect that kind of loyalty, you could be in danger. You think I ruined your career? Honey, let me tell you, if you in anyway assist a federal fugitive—this federal fugitive—I’ll make damn sure your ass lands in a prison cell next to his.”

Threats. Nice.

Her stuttering heart hardened. Thankfully or not, she was speechless. If she tried to stay anything, she’d probably lose it. So she shoved at his chest, pushing all her emotions into it.

A brick wall met her shove. Once she’d loved his solidness, his strength. Currently, she found it annoying as hell.

Like everything else about him.

Training, dammit. Ruby could hear her boss yelling in her ear.  Don’t let him see he got to you. Turn the tables on him.

Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she set her face to neutral, dropped her hands from his chest. “I’m not helping you hunt down my partner, which is not your job anyway. You’re obsessed with Elliot because you’re jealous of him. Why won’t you own up to that?”

He traced her jaw with the same finger that had silenced her. “You think I’m jealous of Elliot Hayden?”

Her body shivered at the intimacy and she smacked his hand away. “You and I had a one-night stand, Jax, but that’s all it was. One night. You wanted more and I refused. You thought you’d snap your fingers and I’d fall at your combat boots, and when the shit went down with Elliot and Abdel, you expected me to side with you. I didn’t and you still can’t believe it. You don’t respect the fact I’m loyal to my partner. You’re jealous of him.”

His chuckle was low and soft, raising goose bumps along her skin. “You want to know why I’m here watching your backside and asking for your help with Hayden?”

This should be good. The man was in total denial over his true motivations. “Why?”

“Because, honey.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her chin, raising more gooseflesh. “The CIA hired me to hunt him down.”

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Release of Operation: Lost Princess!

A lost princess and a spy team up to save the world, but will they lose their hearts in the process? James Bond meets Cinderella!

 (*Note, this book was previously published as The Blood Code.)

Beautiful Anya Radzoya fled Russia with her grandmother when she was only a child, but she can’t escape the royal genes that make her one of the country’s last living princesses.

When blackmailed into returning to Moscow in exchange for her grandmother’s life, Anya discovers a horrible secret that could end the world. She must find a way to stop it, and the only person who can help her is a sexy, cunning spy who suspects she’s a double agent.

Ryan Smith can’t deny the alluring magnetism he feels toward the lost princess, and the long, cold nights undercover provide him with time to explore every inch of her. But trapped inside the Kremlin with a ruthless opponent, the two must hide their romantic entanglement, and risk their lives to save Anya’s grandmother, as well as millions of innocent people.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “This book was by far one of the best romantic suspense novels I have read.” ~ Brenda, Goodreads reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “Wonderful!!! Awesome!!! Loved it!!!” ~ Pamela, Goodreads reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “Love, love, love this series.” ~ So Many Reads

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “…a wonderful adventure I didn’t want to end” ~ Goodreads reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “…James Bond meets Cinderella!” ~ Mei, Goodreads reviewer

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★  “Wow, another one to add to my “lose sleep over” list!” ~ Susan, Goodreads reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★ ★  “…loads of action and adventure in and out of the bedroom!”  ~ Elisa, Goodreads reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “The very best in romantic suspense.” ~ Susan, Goodreads reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★  “I love it! Secret CIA spies and Russian princesses!?! Feisty and capable Russian Princess!” ~ Lisa, Goodreads reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★ “… fun, fast action and highly-entertaining…” ~ Alexa, Goodreads reviewer

 

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Books in the Super Agent Series:

Operation Sheba – Con and Julia

Operation Paris – Lawson and Zara

Operation Proof of Life – Michael and Brigit

Operation Lost Princess – Ryan and Anya

Operation Ambush – John and Lucie

Operation Sleeping With The Enemy – Josh and Naomi

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New release! Deadly Bounty out now…

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “…fast paced, romantic suspense at its best.” ~ Goodreads reviewer

***Action, adventure, and second-chance romance are on the books \ in the eleventh installment in the best-selling SCVC Taskforce Romantic Suspense Series!

She’s on the run. He’s tasked with bringing her in…dead or alive.

Undercover FBI agent Samantha Rosenthal is on the run. A fugitive wanted for a terrorist act she didn’t commit, she has no idea who set her up, and the one person she still trusts is her ex, sexy Joseph Cahill. The problem? He’s the bounty hunter assigned to bring her in.

Joe knows everything about Sam—the way she talks in her sleep, how her damn fine body responds to his, her extreme intelligence and cunning street smarts. This apprehension should be a slam dunk. But it’s been seven long months since he’s seen her, held her, kissed her. Now she’s on the run from Homeland, the FBI, and the SCVC Taskforce. If he doesn’t hunt her down, someone else will…and they’ll use deadly force.

Laying her heart on the line, Sam has no choice but to ally with Joe to uncover a conspiracy that will clear her name but rock the FBI. Risking everything, Joe puts his career, as well as his freedom, in jeopardy, and dives head—and heart—into bringing Sam home alive.

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Books in the SCVC Taskforce series:

Deadly Pursuit – Cooper and Celina

Deadly Deception – Thomas and Ronni

Deadly Force – Cal and Bianca (aka Beatrice in SEALs of Shadow Force)

Deadly Intent – Nelson and Sophia

Deadly Affair – Cooper and Celina novella

Deadly Attraction – Mitch and Emma

Deadly Secrets – Roman and Brooke

Deadly Holiday – Cooper and Celina novella

Deadly Target – Victor and Olivia

Deadly Rescue – Cooper and Celina novella

Deadly Bounty – Joe and Samantha

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “I love Sam and Joe‘s relationship and the way they interacted.” ~ Linda, reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “…one fast paced read.” ~Judy, Goodreads reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “Put this one at the top of your TBR list.” ~ Goodreads reviewer

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “I highly recommend reading Deadly Bounty and can’t wait for the next book in the series.” ~ Reader review

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “…I couldn’t put it down…” ~ Amazon reviewer

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★SALE★ SALE★ SALE★

Happy November, beautiful readers!

I’m delighted to tell you about a HUGE sale I have going on this week. Earlier this year, I added spies to the SEALs of Shadow Force gang, giving them a trilogy spin-off. Many of you loved seeing your favorites, like Beatrice, back for more adventures in these stories, as well as meeting the newest SEAL members of the team.

This week, the SEALs of Shadow Force: Spy Division Box Set is only 99¢!! You save 80%!! It’s hit the top 100 books on all retailers, earning the bestseller badge on Amazon AND Barnes & Noble. Readers are loving it, and if you haven’t read them yet, now’s the time to grab all three books and binge!

What readers are saying:
★★★★★ “…the perfect mix of romance and suspense…” ~ Reader review
★★★★★ “Evans writes spies so incredibly well.” ~ Reader review
★★★★★ “…smart, savvy and deadly.” ~Cricket, Goodreads review
★★★★★ “…totally hot!” ~ Margaret, Goodreads reviewer

Get your copy now (and it makes a great gift so buy an extra to share):

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If you haven’t read the SEALs of Shadow Force, the first book, FATAL TRUTH, is FREE at all retailers too!!!!

Wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving!!
Love,
Misty

The SEALs of Shadow Force have added spies to their ranks! Meet the men and women that make up the Spy Division and go undercover with them on dangerous international missions full of espionage, intrigue, and of course, sizzling romance.

Under the supervision of Beatrice Reese, the former SEALs, spies, and tech experts risk their lives every day against terrorists, crime lords, and serial killers. Along the way, they fight to protect the ones they love and gain their happily-ever-afters.

This special boxed collection includes the fast paced, action-packed romantic suspense novels, Man Hunt, Man Killer, & Man Down – filled with alpha males, strong heroines, and sexy romance. This collection will keep you reading late into the night, enthralled from beginning to end!

About the series:
Shadow Force International: A group of former SEALs, abandoned by the United States and labeled as rogue operatives, now work as a black ops team performing private intelligence, security, and paramilitary missions for those who have nowhere else to turn. Some of them find romance along the way and lose their hearts protecting those they love at all costs.

Books in SEALs of Shadow Force, Spy Division:
Man Hunt – Ryker and Mia
Man Killer – Mick and Cassandra
Man Down – Aidan and Bree

Books in the SEALs of Shadow Force Series:

Fatal Truth – Trace and Savanna
Fatal Honor – Miles and Charlotte
Fatal Courage – Jax and Ruby
Fatal Love – Cal and Beatrice; Connor and Sabrina
Fatal Vision – Colton and Shelby; Connor and Sabrina
Fatal Thrill – Jon and Jaya
Risk – Noah and Jena

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New release for September! And, I’m in Facebook jail… 😲

Hello beautiful readers! Are you ready for fall reading? I’m excited to tell you about the new Schock Sisters Mystery series, the first of which releases this month!

But first… some not so great news. I’m in Facebook jail.

Facebook has disabled my Misty Evans Author page, stating I’ve violated ad policy. It’s happening to many authors, unfortunately. Since I had NO ads running at the time they did this, I figured it was a goof and I’d be able to appeal and have my account reinstated. They sent me an email, telling me it was their mistake, sorry for the inconvenience, and got me back up and running.

However, within 24 hours, they not only disabled my Misty Evans Author Page again, they shut down my business account entirely and the ability to do anything from my personal page as well! So ALL of my pages and groups are disabled to me, including both author pages, and my holistic health biz.

I can’t post in any of my groups although at times, I can like and comment (not always). If I use my phone or tablet, I can sometimes get a post through to my author page via Instagram, and my assistant can as well.

Again, not always, and I suspect at some point, FB may disable that feature too. 🙁 I’ve been able to post ONE thing to my personal timeline. That’s it.

I can sometimes get messages through. Please note that if you send me a direct message, I may or may not be able to reply. Please email me instead at misty@readmistyevans.com .

I’ve appealed numerous times in the past two weeks and been told I can no longer appeal, the decision is final. I’m hopeful that if I wait a week or so, I can contact someone with actual power and not the party-line “can’t help you bc your account is disabled” reply. They will not tell me which ad violated their policy, and since I’ve been running ads for years and never had this, I’m at a loss.

Going forward, I just want to say that I love my fans and I’ll continue to work on getting my account enabled so we can keep interacting on Facebook. For now, you can chat with me via email, here on the blog, through my newsletter, BookBub, and on Instagram and Twitter. Both Amazon and Goodreads have feeds to the blog too.

Now for the GOOD NEWS!!

1st Shock, Schock Sisters Mystery Series, Book 1 releases here on my direct buy site on September 17th AND you SAVE a dollar off the retail price. Then it will move to Kindle Unlimited on the 27th. If you read on Nook, Kobo, or Apple Books, you’ll need to purchase the ePub here on the direct buy site BEFORE September 25th, since it will be taken down in order for Adrienne and I to move it into KU.

October 15th, 2nd Strike, Schock Sisters Mystery Series, Book 2, releases (same setup, you can get it here first in ePub or mobi for a dollar cheaper!) and then it will move into KU on the 24th.

November 19th will be Third Tango, Schock Sisters Mystery Series, Book 3, releasing here first and then moving into KU.

For my pen name, Nyx Halliwell, I ALSO have three more releases this year—September, October, November! Hop over to my Nyx website to learn all about those paranormal cozy mysteries featuring small-town amateur sleuths, magic, and talking cats!

Thank you SO much for your support through the years! It’s very troubling to me about the Facebook problem, but some things are out of my control. Please connect with me here, or through the other platforms listed above.

Love and light to all! Happy reading,

Misty