They took her best friend.
Now she’s taking them down.
Viviana “Quillery” Chambers has one mission: find the people behind Hive’s betrayal and take them down. She and her best friend are the most sought after back office operatives around. She’ll stop at nothing to keep her new team and family at The Arsenal safe. But someone’s put a six million dollar hit on her and ghosts from the past have returned. She’s facing her toughest challenge ever. Now she has a mysterious assassin shadowing her every move. He’s vowed to keep her safe, but she’s part of the Quillery Edge.
They never quit. They never surrender. They never let anyone stand between them and their quarry.
He had one rule: Don’t mess with his family.
Judson Jensen’s lived a solitary life taking down targets no one else dared touch. The bastards he’s wasted twenty years working for took his brother. The choice was supposed to be simple—neutralize the Quillery Edge or your brother dies. Unfortunately for them he had another choice—take them down. All he needs is to earn the brilliant, fiercely sassy Viviana’s trust and keep her alive.
The two must work together to do the impossible: take Judson’s employer down.
This isn’t business…it’s personal.
The Quillery (Vi) Edge (Mary) has gone through a lot now someone has put out a contract on them. The payout 2 Million for them dead with a bonus of an additional 6 Million if they get HERA, the computer defense system they developed, as well.
Judson is livid when he’s offered the contract, his family owes Quillery Edge big time. No matter that he works as an assassin for the Collective, those two women were off limits. Now he has to convince them that he is on their side and keep anyone from collecting on the contract.
This is a favorite scene when Jud shows up at the Arsenal.
Dallas was unlike Dylan in many ways. Though he was younger, he had a darker edge to him, one she and Mary had analyzed the whys of ad nauseam. He wore the requisite dark Mason hair longer than his brothers. It hid his upper ears. The eyes set Dallas apart, a lush blue instead of green.
“I’ve never seen one of those,” Vi commented.
“Probably because it’s my and Jesse’s favorite.” He looked down at the chips and motioned.
“Sea salt and vinegar, please.”
“Where you headed?”
“Up front. Someone has the nerve to show up and ask to see me,” she grumbled. “It’s almost nine in the evening. This isn’t a freaking twenty-four hotel. And now I’m schlepping my tired ass to reception rather than waiting on the call saying the NYPD has Adil Al-Abadi in custody.”
She blew stray hairs out of her face and noted the surprised expression on his face. “Interesting, I got a call from the guards saying someone was on their way who used my name. I’ll carry the chips, escort you up there.”
“Yeah, but you’ll be better if you let me walk you up there,” he replied. “It’s been a rough day on us all.”
Vi learned to pick her battles a long time ago. Sometimes you just had to let a bad ass be a bad ass, even if it was unnecessary.
“Fine,” she added into the silence as she flip-flopped through the cafeteria and out the door. Down the walk toward the main visitor area in the other building. “We need golf carts.”
“I’ll mention it to Nolan,” he commented dryly.
Vi was serious about the golf carts, but didn’t figure operatives thought much about having something with an engine cart them between buildings. By the time they entered the visitor’s building and spilled into the lobby, she’d worked up a full head of steam. She didn’t appreciate appreciate her name being bandied about without permission. The nerve.
Dallas tightened beside her. He settled the chips atop her sandwich. “Stay here. Call Marshall and Nolan.”
She tracked his progression across the lobby. The scent of freshly installed carpet filled her nostrils. Pale beige melded with soft blues along the walls. The massive man looming just inside the door commanded her attention. Riley was right. He was nuclear.
Thick waves of light brown hair tumbled around a strong jawline that hadn’t seen a razor in a couple days. He exuded control. His gaze trekked the room like a hunter seeking prey. Her pulse quickened when he pinned her with a look. His eyes flared. Lips set in a grim expression, his attention settled on Dallas, who stepped into the man’s personal space.
Vi set her food down and snagged the reception phone.
“Yeah, what’s wrong now, Riley? I know it’s boring, but it’s your shift.” Marshall’s exhausted voice filled the line.
“Dallas and I are up here. He’s in some guy’s face. Not sure who, but it’s intense and he said to call you and Nolan.”
“Fuck.” The line went dead.
Vi powered forward, closing the distance between her and Dallas, who was pointing at the man.
“You have a hell of a lot of nerve showing up here.” Dallas clenched his teeth.
“Not here for you, man. Used your name at the gate, though.” The man shrugged off any apology.
He didn’t strike Vi as the sort who apologized for anything. She swallowed as his gaze settled on her again.
“Viviana,” he greeted. “I’m sorry for the late arrival. It took longer than I expected.”
“Erm, I don’t know you,” she responded.
His attention swept behind her a brief second, but returned. He offered a smile. “I’m Jud. Or, The Judge.”
“The Judge, as in ‘go after the Quillery Edge and I’ll go after you’. That Judge?” She air quoted the message and studied his face, his bone structure. A lot of operatives were masters at disguise, but there was only so much they could do to hide bone structure. Still nothing memorable. “I’ve never met you.”
“What’s this about?” Dallas asked.
The security panel on the wall chimed as the door coming from the rear hallway opened. Reinforcements had arrived. She kept her gaze locked with the stranger’s as he smirked and crossed his arms in front of his body.
“There’s a hit on Viviana and Mary,” Jud replied. “A two-million-dollar one with a four-million-dollar rider that guarantees anyone with half a shot will come after them. I’m here to make sure they don’t succeed.”
Carnes, Cara. Sight Lines (The Arsenal Book 2) (Kindle Locations 465-505). Heartscape Publishing, LLC. Kindle Edition.
From here this book takes on a rapid fire momentum that will have you turning page after page as time slips by you.
Non-stop strategizing, and action both in the field and behind the scenes, as Jud comes to the realization that Vi is the one for him.
Family drama and more top off the beginning of a very hot and sexy relationship.
There’s plenty of laughs, some tears and downright sizzle.
I do recommend you read the first book, Jagged Edge before this one. You will definitely get more out of it that way, the buy link is below.
I can’t wait for the next book in this series, a little bird told me it’s Dallas’ story!
5 Contented Purrs for Cara!
Click the Cover for Buy Links
Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13. In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves traveling, photography and reading.