Apex Tactical

It should have been an in-and-out job. Find the girl and bring her home. But we're not the only ones who came for her. And when our rescue mission goes horribly wrong, we find ourselves stranded and alone in the unforgiving jungle. With death stalking our heels, every day becomes a battle for survival. A battle not all of us will win. They pulled me from the clutches of a madman risking their lives to keep me safe. Just a pretty girl with an odd name and strange eyes. They don't know why I was captured or why I'm being hunted. They don't know the things I've done, the things I've seen. But it's safer this way because if they knew the truth, they'd become collateral damage or worse, they might just hunt me too. Contains mature themes.

My gift has always felt more like a curse. Standing up and speaking the truth when nobody wants to hear it is terrifying. But the truth doesn't erase the horrors I've seen. It doesn't silence the whispers, or blind me to the fingers pointed my way. Doing the right thing never brought me anything but trouble. So finding myself held captive by a sexy-as-sin duo who loathe me on sight doesn't come as a shock. What does surprise me is how quickly my anger for them burns out, leaving a ferocious need in its place. A need to belong, to be seen, to be loved. But when every wall I built begins to crumble, exposing my dark and sordid past Will there be anyone left standing to pull me from the wreckage? Contains mature themes.

Born to a man of faith who let his vision for the future twist his mind, I learned to stay in the shadows, collecting the kids that ended up in this godforsaken place with me. They're the lost ones, and I'm their Wendy. The forgotten one, the dud, the failure. My only use now is as a future breeder to the cause. But they've taken enough, and I'll be damned if I let them take more. When the chance of escape is dangled before me like a carrot on a stick, I take it. I run with my lost ones toward a new life where the kids can be kids, and I can be free. But freedom is an illusion when you belong to another, and your nightmares are ready to hunt you down and drag you back to hell. What do you do when you can't run anymore and have nowhere to hide? You turn back. You fight back. And slay your monsters before they get you first. Forgive me, Father, for I'm about to sin . . . Contains mature themes.

I used to be that girl. Before loving you. The daydreamer who believed in fairy tales. And I knew I was right to have faith when a moment of serendipity led me to both of you. The three of us were blissfully happy, until your lies were exposed and the dream faded. Now I know that falling in love was just the point of impact, a single moment when life veered dangerously off course. Now I'm that girl. After loving you. The one you once made strong but left broken in the wreckage of our happily ever. Yet here we are again in another time, in another place. Only instead of taking your heart, I take a bullet. I should have stayed far, far away, but how do I move on when all roads lead me back to you? Contains mature themes.