Memento
Mori
Masters and Mercenaries: The Forgotten, Book 1
By Lexi Blake
Coming August 28, 2018
Six men with no memories of
the past
One leader with no hope for
the future
A man without a past
Jax
woke up in a lab, his memories erased, and his mind reprogrammed to serve a mad
woman’s will. After being liberated from his prison, he pledged himself to the
only thing he truly knows—his team. Six men who lost everything they were. They
must make certain no one else gets their hands on the drugs that stole their
lives, all while hiding from every intelligence organization on the planet. The
trail has led him to an unforgiving mountainside and a beautiful wilderness
expert who may be his only hope of finding the truth.
A woman with a bright future
River
Lee knows her way around the Colorado
A love that could heal a broken soul
Spending time
with River, Jax discovers a peace he’s never known. Their passion unlocks a
side of himself he didn’t even know he was missing. When an old enemy makes his
first move, Jax and River find themselves fighting for their lives. But when
his past is revealed, will River be caught in the crosshairs of a global
conspiracy?
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EXCERPT
“Hello. I’m Jax.” His voice was deep but
there was a musical quality to it. She would bet he could sing. “This is my
brother, Tucker.”
Brothers. They oddly didn’t look a lot
alike, but she’d seen siblings who she would never have guessed came from the
same parents. Tucker wasn’t bad himself. Dark, wavy hair any woman would love
to have. It was slightly overgrown but did nothing but enhance his male-model
beauty. He seemed far softer than his incredibly masculine friend.
Her first impression of Jax hadn’t been
false. He was broad and muscular, his face defined by stark planes and lines.
He looked predatory and hungry.
She could barely breath. Maybe this was a
mistake. She would have a hard time watching this gorgeous man fawn all over
Heather. Something about him pulled her in, made her want to forget that she
had terrible taste in men. It was like there was some invisible tether
connecting her to him.
Except that was stupid because he couldn’t
be here for her.
“I’m Heather and my very quiet friend’s
name is River.” Heather was smiling that ridiculously sunny smile of hers, the
one no man could resist. “Thanks for the fries. You know normally men send over
drinks. I’m glad you’re so concerned with consent. That’s very forward thinking
of you.”
Tucker shook his head. “We’re not allowed
to have sex without consent. Do we need a note? Like a contract?”
Jax jabbed an elbow in his brother’s ribs.
“He’s being a weirdo and moving way, way too fast. Sorry about that. He doesn’t
get out much.”
Tucker frowned and said something under
his breath that sounded like neither do
you, but then a sweet smile came over his face. “Sorry. Sometimes my jokes
fall flat. Can we please join you? We’re in town for a week or so and besides
the Russian dude, we haven’t met anyone.”
“Sure.” Heather slid over.
River did the same, expecting Tucker to
slide in next to her, but it was Jax’s big body that moved beside her. She felt
tiny compared to him. She watched as Heather grinned her way as though to say you were wrong.
Tucker sat beside Heather and started
passing out the small plates.
Jax probably wanted to be able to look at
Heather. That was it.
God, he smelled good. She kind of wanted
to lean over and run her nose along his shoulder and up his neck. He smelled
like soap and sandalwood.
“Can I get you some? I like French fries
but they’re even better with cheese and bacon. I think maybe everything is
better with cheese and bacon, but if you want something else, I’ll get it for
you. You can have anything on the menu. And I’ll buy the wine or beer or
whatever. I merely wanted you to understand I don’t want to get drunk tonight.
I would rather get to know you.”
She turned, expecting to see Jax staring
across at Heather. Nope. Those stunning green eyes were staring at her
expectantly. He had a plate in his hand as though waiting for her permission to
serve her.
Her. He was looking at her.
“She does talk,” Heather said. “I’ve heard
her and everything.”
“Yeah, I would love some.” She was hungry,
actually. It was odd. Her stomach kind of rumbled, but in a good way. For the
last year and a half it seemed she’d lost her appetite and had to force herself
to eat, but tonight she smelled the fries and cheese and bacon and wanted.
And she wanted him, too. She wasn’t going
to lie to herself. This time she would be smart. If he turned out to be a nice
guy, she might spend the night with him. Might. And then she would send him on
his way because he was a tourist.
She wouldn’t fall for him because she
wouldn’t spend more than a night.
ABOUT THE
AUTHOR:
NY Times and USA
Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas
with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She
began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t
until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories
of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in
happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.
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