By: Cynthia Eden
Releasing April 28
, 2015 th
In the second seductive Lost novel from New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden, an obsessed Last Option Search Team agent goes looking for trouble—and finds her in the Big Easy.
Dean Bannon comes to New Orleans for one reason only: to track down a missing sixteen-year-old girl. That’s before he meets the drop-dead gorgeous con artist who makes him want to lose his legendary control.
With her past, Emma Castille doesn’t claim to be psychic. She just notices things other people don’t. Like the fear in a runaway’s eyes-or the pain in an ex-FBI agent’s heart. Her chemistry with Dean is blistering, but Emma follows her passion
. . . someone else’s orders. not
Then a madman
breaks Emma’s home and leaves a twisted message: “You’re next.” Now Dean refuses to let her out of his sight until he pries every last secret from her full, sexy lips. And suddenly Emma’s aching to give him everything he wants. into
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Once again Cynthia Eden has proven why she is on my list of must read authors. She has a knack for making her characters come to life and at every page turn one can't help feeling as if they are living the story at every page turn. Twisted is the second book in the LOST series and like its predecessor, it takes the reader on one heck of a ride. It’s a fast paced and riveting story that’s filled with romance, mystery, drama and suspense.
Figuring out who the guilty party was not an easy task. Just when I thought I had it pegged in comes a twist that puts me on another trail. It did not take me long, however, to figure out who the bad guy was. This, however, did not take away my enjoyment of the story. The way in which everything played out more than made up for this.
The prologue was chilling and this effect lasted throughout the story. I was on the edge of my seat at every page turn. To say I was hooked on the story would be an understatement. I was totally bowled over. I found it difficult to put this book down. I stayed up late reading as I was eager to find out what was going to happen next. It was worth the loss of sleep.
The characters were strong, determined, believable and quite motivated. The reasons for their actions were evident. I could clearly understand why they reacted the way they did. I felt like I could see into their minds. It was this trait that helped me to figure out who the villain was.
The name of the book was quite fitting as the mind of the killer is twisted. I agree he is smart and it appears he is always one step ahead of law enforcement. However, his arrogance made him underestimate the steely determination of Emma and Dean as well the solid investigative skills of the members of the Last Option Search Team.
This story possessed a good balance of romance and suspense. One did not overshadow the other. The story was well written and it flowed flawlessly.
If you like psychological thrillers and if you are a fan of criminal minds, then you will enjoy Twisted. I can’t wait to read the next book in the series, but I guess I have to be patient as it will not be out until October 2015. In spite of the long wait, I know it will be worth it.
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
. 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. IndieReader best-seller
“You’re not psychic.”
Were they back to that?
She put her hands in her lap. Emma didn’t believe in making nervous gestures. She didn’t believe in giving away anything at all with her body language.
“What you are
” Ah, now he did smile. Her father would have called it a shit-eating grin. The more PC term was probably a Cheshire cat smile. Whatever the name, that smile annoyed her. “What you are, Ms. Castille … is a criminal. A fraud.” …
Maybe she should grab her chest and
gasp. She didn’t. “Wonderful for you,” Emma said. “You pulled up a background report dramatically me.” She let her eyes widen a bit. “It’s amazing just what one can find if a person knows how to use a search engine.” one
A furrow appeared between his eyes.
“How about I say what
you are?” Emma asked him. “A washed-up FBI agent who snapped on the job. You held your control tight every single day, but the bad guys—they just didn’t stop, did they? You hunted them, you stopped them, and more appeared. While you were fighting the system, they kept coming, and the bodies kept piling up … watch.” onyour
He shot right back to his feet. The folding chair slammed down behind him.
“You and your father bilked desperate people,” he accused. “You told them you were psychic, that you could help find their missing children. And
“We found them.” Two girls who’d vanished. They’d found them. “We just didn’t get to them in time.” And she would not go back to that place.
Manuel. He knew the signal meant he could take over her booth. There was no way, no way toward that she was going to stay there with that prick while he slammed the most painful moments from her past in Emma’s face. ,
Manuel, pale, tattooed, with
in his lips and eyebrows, quickly claimed her spot. piercings
Emma jumped to her feet. Muttered her thanks, and fled right past the guy she was starting to think of as Agent Jackass.
She pushed through the crowd. Wasn’t there always a crowd in Jackson Square? And that was why she loved the place. It was so easy to vanish in a crowd. To be anyone.
The crowd closed around her.
To be no one at all.
She hurried around the back of the cathedral. She knew the streets so well. Her home was close by. Emma would get inside and forget Agent Jackass.
I’m being followed.
Emma stilled at the intersection. A horse-drawn carriage rolled by her. Voices called out.
And he touched her.
Emma didn’t flinch. Didn’t scream. She looked down at the hand on her shoulder. “When a woman runs away from you, that means you need to stay the hell away from her.”
His hold tightened on her. “You and I aren’t done.”
She looked up at his face. Had she really thought the man was handsome? Annoying, that was all Dean Bannon was.
“I need to find that girl, and you’re the only lead I have so far.”
“Then you’re not a very good investigator.”