Jagged Edge

The Arsenal, Book 1

by Cara Carnes

Genre: Contemporary, Romantic Suspense

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Blurb

Mary “The Edge” Reynolds is the most sought-after back office operative around-

the creative genius pulling the ultimate bad-asses out of impossible situations.

She’s never failed on a mission, and she’s not about to fail on the most important

mission ever-keeping her newly designed security system safe. Relying on

others isn’t in her nature, but the newly formed Arsenal is her only hope for

escape when she’s kidnapped.

She is the Edge.

The Edge never breaks.

Never quits.

Dylan Mason and his brothers have put everything on the line to form The

Arsenal. When the paramilitary arena is rocked by Edge’s capture, he’ll do

whatever it takes to get the fearless operative back, but his wary heart isn’t ready

to handle the vulnerable woman buried beneath the hardened shell. Getting her

back was simple. Keeping her and her “security system” HERA out of enemy

hands is another story.

Together they must hunt down the faction behind her capture and subsequent

torture to keep HERA from becoming an unstoppable terroristic threat. What

they uncover could destroy them both.

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Excerpt

“Bravo, Charlie has eyes on two packages. Repeat, two packages secured.” The gun lowered. Black marks ran below pasture green eyes and down across a firm, square jawline. Dark hair so brown it was almost black hung in disarray around the man’s handsome face.

Mary knew that face.

Relief washed through her. The sensation struck like a tsunami. Dizziness assailed her. Her stomach roiled, but she didn’t have the energy to puke.

Exfil.

She’d survived.

Two packages secured. The man’s words ricocheted through her.

No. No. No.

“Three.” She rasped the words.

Intense green eyes settled on her, then returned to Glenn, who’d stood.

“Get on your knees,” the man repeated to her fellow cellmate.

“It hurts,” he whined.

“Not telling you again.” The threat hung in the room, a fourth presence Mary suspected would overpower the man cowering beside her.

“Three,” she repeated. Her throat burned and throbbed with the effort she expended.

The man released his grip on the rifle. It settled against his side from the strap wrapped around thick, muscular shoulders. And arms. Mary trembled when he reached into a pocket and pulled out a water bottle.

Long legs ate the space between them until her tunneling gaze saw only thighs. He palmed her chin. “You’re safe now, Edge. We’ve got you.”