ASIN: B00XQ1OYC0
Publisher: Carina Press (September 21, 2015)
Summer Redding thought the blindingly handsome jock who’d loved and left her years ago had died in the Washington Massacre. She grieved for her lost golden boy as the rest of the country mourned their dead—until she comes home to find a very alive Jack Delvaux waiting for her with a devastating secret that turns her life upside down.
No longer the carefree man he was in his youth, this Jack is dark, hard and dangerous; a fifteen-year veteran of the CIA hungry for answers…and hungry for her. The rich, good-looking charmer who broke her heart once before would have been easy to resist, but this man, this powerful man? Summer needs him, and he knows it.
When Jack’s mission uncovers evidence of government involvement in the Massacre—and plans for another attack—he’s primed for revenge. But he has more than vengeance to live for now, and when Summer’s life is threatened, it’s nearly Jack’s undoing. Someone taking shots at his woman? That’s a dead man walking.
This spirited contemporary is a welcoming addition to the Men of Midnight Series. Jack Delvaux is more than just a handsome face atop a gorgeous body. He’s lived hard, lost abundantly, and dedicated his life to finding the scum responsible for the chaos. Summer’s life had never been easy. Readers will admire her tenacity and intelligence, none of which takes away from her being a woman with needs. She’s not afraid to ask for what she wants, and she stands up for herself. Rice came through for fans by creating empathetic, three- dimensional characters who are easy to relate to. The plot is an action-filled page turner, and I couldn’t wait to see how the story would unfold. The relationship between Jack and Summer stayed center-stage amongst the turmoil; the secondary characters are great supporters, never taking the lead, as it should be.
I was a little surprised by the abrupt ending, but the epilogue was a nice bow on the package.
I plan to read more from this author.
Rating system: Cups of coffee – the less the better
0: You won’t need any coffee to stay up for this one. It’s intriguing enough all on its own.
1: You’ll stay up late, but not all night. Brew one cup.
2: You’ll read as long as you’re not tired. If you are, two cups should do the trick.
3: I hope you got plenty of rest; you’ll need it, or at least 3 cups.
4: If the cable goes out, read the book. It’s better than nothing, I guess. Oh, don’t forget your brew!
5: Find anything else to do- it doesn’t matter what it is. Don’t waste your coffee. Too much caffeine is bad for you.
My rating: 1 cup of coffee
Find Midnight Fire:
The Men of Midnight Series:
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Midnight Vengeance (Men of Midnight #1)
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Midnight Promises (Men of Midnight, #2)
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Midnight Secrets (Men of Midnight, #3)
About Lisa Marie Rice:
Lisa Marie Rice is eternally 30 years old and will never age. She is tall and willowy and beautiful. Men drop at her feet like ripe pears. She has won every major book prize in the world. She is a black belt with advanced degrees in archaeology, nuclear physics, and Tibetan literature. She is a concert pianist. Did I mention her Nobel Prize? Of course, Lisa Marie Rice is a virtual woman and exists only at the keyboard when writing erotic romance. She disappears when the monitor winks off.
Find our more about Lisa Marie on her website Bio!
MIDNIGHT FIRE
Excerpt:
Damn! She made him!
Jack Delvaux vaulted down the great stone steps of the National Cathedral,
pushing people out of his way. But they parted for him anyway. He looked bad, he
smelled bad and Washington’s elite simply broke ranks to let him through because the
alternative was him touching them and their skin crawled at the idea.
Good.
Pretending to be homeless had kept him alive these past six months since the Washington
Massacre. Everyone thought he was dead, which was just fine by Jack.
Because the Washington Massacre hadn’t been carried out by jihadi terrorists. No,
the Massacre had been carried out by homegrown monsters, masquerading as terrorists.
The Massacre hadn’t been about terror, it had been all about money, and dear departed
Hector Blake had been right in the middle of it.
Jack had been present when Hector had really died. Had been part of it, actually.
Hector had drowned in the Willamette River in Portland, Oregon four days ago while
trying to abduct Jack’s sister, Isabel. Like him, she was one of the few survivors of the
Massacre that had taken the lives of their parents, their younger twin brothers, their aunts,
uncles, cousins and about seven hundred other people in the Burrard Hotel.
Jack’s heart still burned when he thought of it.
He wished Hector were still alive so he could kill him all over again.
But Hector had left a lot of secrets behind. A deep conspiracy that reached into
the upper levels of the American intelligence community, including Jack’s former
employer, the CIA, and Jack wasn’t going to rest until he unveiled it all and saw the
conspirators in jail or in the ground. Preferably the latter.
Everyone thought Jack had been killed in the Massacre. Jack had stayed off the
grid by pretending to be homeless, while living in a hidden safe house no one else knew
about, set up by his former boss, who was now dead.
Pretending to be a homeless vet made him invisible. People didn’t want the
homeless around at all. And homeless vets? No way.
Jack had bought old BDUs from the Salvation Army, pissed on them a couple of
times a week and kept them out on the safe house’s little balcony where they got rained
on and snowed on and grew more and more filthy.
He showered but took care to never wash his face. He shaved his head regularly
and wore a filthy dreadlocks wig and pasted a scraggly beard on his face every time he
went out, to confound the facial recognition bots. It worked. He didn’t even recognize
himself.
For the entire funeral, Jack had watched from the edges of the crowd outside,
keeping an eye on the Jumbotron, looking for clues, looking for something and wasn’t
once recognized in the city he’d grown up in.
Except for Summer.
Damn.