Former military commanders,
CIA agents, and MI6 officers—
they are as bulletproof, unconquerable,
unbeatable, and invincible as they are unobtainable.
They’ve earned the right
to pick and choose who they work for,
what missions they’ll accept,
and what danger they’re willing to face
as they protect the ones they care about
from the evil menaces of the world.
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Former M15 agent, Keon “Edge” Edgemon is counting the seconds until he can get back to the one woman who’s piqued his interest. After a perilous mission for the Invincibles, Edge spends months in recovery from a gunshot wound that almost ended his life. Finally back home in Texas, he discovers that Lucy “Rebel” Marks is in jail for murder. Edge won’t rest until she’s free—and back in his arms.
Hellbent on proving her innocence, Rebel is determined to get to the bottom of who really killed the man who’d tried to rape her the same night he was murdered. She’s not about to spend the rest of her life in prison for a crime she didn’t commit when she can spend her life in Edge’s arms—and bed.
When Edge starts digging into the murder, one thing is certain: Rebel’s life is in danger. Arranging for her to be released on bail, Edge brings Rebel to the King-Alexander Ranch to keep her safe under his careful watch. For Rebel, “house arrest” can’t be too bad, especially when she has Edge’s constant attention. But can the youngest member of the Invincibles save Rebel from an enemy with a vendetta, or will they both be pushed over the edge?
Before leaving Texas, Keon ‘Edge’ Edgemon stops at the Long Branch, there he officially meets Lucy ‘Rebel’, the woman he saved from rape a few nights previously. He also gets the pleasure of escorting her rapist out of the bar wondering how he managed to get out of prison.
It’s been months and the only though Edge has is seeing Rebel again. The mission he was on left him injured and in need of therapy. Now he’s back and the first thing he does is stop at the Long Branch with his brother. What he finds has him feeling responsible and he’s determined to set things right.
This is a favorite scene.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“I promised you a story, didn’t I?”
“First, what shall we do with… this?” I waved my hand at her car.
“My car’s name is Susan.”
“Your car has a name?”
“All right, then. What shall we do with… Susan?”
She climbed inside and put the key in the ignition. There was a clicking sound, but it didn’t start.
“Dead battery, most likely,” I told her. “We can take care of it tomorrow.”
Rebel nodded and climbed out of the car. While she locked it up, I repacked the things she’d taken out of the boxes.
“What are you doing?” she asked when I lifted the first out of the boot.
“Taking this to the truck. Be right back.”
“Edge?” she shouted as I walked away. I turned around.
She was quiet on the way back to the ranch, but I sensed finding her belongings had given her a certain amount of comfort.
I pulled through the gates and drove past the main house. Typically, I’d stop and check in before driving the rest of the way to my place, but tonight, Rebel and I needed to talk.
“Hungry?” I asked when I led her into the kitchen from the garage.
“Me too,” I said, feeling like a wanker for not thinking of it sooner. “I don’t have much, I’m afraid.”
She walked over and stood behind me when I opened the refrigerator. “No, you don’t.” She reached around and grabbed a handful of items and set them on the counter. “Pantry?” she asked, putting her hand on the doorknob.
“Oh my God. You can walk in it,” she gasped. Less than two minutes later, she brought more out and set it on the counter with the items from the fridge.
“What are you doing?”
“Making us dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
She looked into my eyes and smiled. “And if I don’t, what will we eat?”
“Right.” I stepped out of her way.
“Besides, who wouldn’t want to cook in this kitchen?”
I raised my hand as I took a seat on one of the barstools, and she laughed.
“Wow,” I said, thirty minutes later after taking a bite of what she’d made. “This is brilliant.”
“Thanks,” she murmured. “I love to cook.”
“Cook? God, woman, you could be a chef.” When her cheeks turned pink, I knew I was onto something. “Is that what you’d like to do?”
She looked away. “Not that it’s an option, but yeah.”
I made a mental note to hunt down Tee-Tee tomorrow. She ran the ranch dining hall; perhaps she could use some help. Fall calving season had come to an end, and my guess was the cook could use a break. Another bonus? Rebel could earn some money.
The money didn’t matter to me. I had more of it than I knew what to do with. I was more concerned about Rebel’s pride. I sensed it was difficult for her to accept my help earlier when we were shopping for her “essentials.”
I took another bite of my dinner, groaning over its goodness. Thinking about those red lace knickers only made my groans more pronounced.
“You said you were going to tell me a story.”
“And I shall.” I stood and took her plate, and she stood too. “Sit down and let me clean up. While I do, I’ll explain a few things that may seem mysterious.”
“I can help.”
“Sit down,” I said again, using my sternest voice.
She smiled. “All right, all right. Jeez.”
Heather Slade. Edged (Kindle Locations 502-537). The Invincibles Book Two.
As the lawyer Keon ‘Edge’ hired to represent Lily ‘Rebel’ works to get her exonerated, the Invincibles work to find the actual killer.
Many obstacles as they learn more about the victim ‘Possum’, unwrapping layer after layer.
Rebel finds not only a romance, but also a reconciliation with Tee Tee. Although the romance isn’t easy for either her nor Edge.
Plenty of twists, lots of suspense, and that simmer to sizzle romance.
I couldn’t put this book down and I can’t wait for the next book in this series.
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