Title: Blade
Series: The Bang Shift #3
Author: Mandy Harbin
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Najla Qamber
Release Date: May 19, 2020
Cover Design: Najla Qamber
Release Date: May 19, 2020
Blurb
When
love stabs you in the heart…
Braxton
“Blade” Young learned the importance of carrying a knife growing up in the
swamps of Louisiana. As a member of the Bang Shift, he carries something a
little louder now, but he’s never without his shiv. An added protection. A
constant reminder. Fixing cars and carrying out contracts don’t help quiet the
ghosts of his past anymore, and random women are out. There’s only one he
wants, and she haunts him in a completely different way, taunting him with what
he cannot have. She’s an FBI agent. He’s a mercenary. Sure, everyone has
demons. His are just covered in blood.
Ahhh regrets. FBI agent Anna Sue
Fisher has her fair share, and sleeping with Blade while on assignment ranks
right up there. He’s a notorious playboy who lives on the shady side of the
law. A heartbreak waiting to happen. But her determination to keep her distance
is crushed when her boss sends her back to the Bang Shift on another case. Only
this time, she won’t just be working with the devastatingly handsome man,
she’ll be investigating him, too.
Dark family
secrets. The sharpest betrayals. Alligators aren’t the only dangerous things
lurking within the blades of grass of the bayou.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
He knew it
was a dream.
Blade’s
sister had been dead fifteen years, but she stood there before him, the scent
of lavender as much of a ghost as she was. He never understood why a
seventeen-year-old girl wanted to smell like flowers, but Brenna surely did.
Maybe it had been her fascination with the color purple that led to her floral
obsession. She had always gravitated toward anything sporting shades of dark
pink through magenta. He hadn’t had a problem with that. He never did care for
the smell, though.
And now
it—those scents of lavender and
blood—haunted his dreams, his sister’s lifeless body standing there as she
stared off into nothing, rather than resting on the gurney as he remembered
seeing her when he came to identify her remains. This recurring dream used to
freak him out, but now he knew when he’d wake up, he’d instantly miss the
morbid sight. Not because he wanted to relive that day, rather he knew these
fleeting moments were all he’d ever have of her again.
“Where’s
Jeremiah?”
He knew his
sister was going to ask that, because she always did.
His answer
never deviated. “In Hell.”
“Was it
you?” she asked as tears welled in her lifeless eyes. Blade was glad she didn’t
look at him. It would tear his heart out every time he dreamed about her.
“Yes,” he
said without emotion. That sonofabitch had killed his baby sister. Of course
he’d hurt him. He’d made him bleed out of many holes.
Her scream
was bloodcurdling, and Blade bolted upright in his bed before he awakened
fully. He blinked into the darkness and groaned at the sudden throbbing
headache as the dream’s intensity subsided.
“Damn
tequila,” he muttered as he tossed the sheets off him. Oh, he couldn’t blame
the dream on the alcohol, but the pickaxe pounding into his skull he could. He
rubbed his face a
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