Uncompromising

Talon I surf. I sleep around. I pretend to smile. Two years ago my life was perfect, until it wasn't. I scattered my wife's ashes then walked away from the Marines. I didn't think I had anything left to lose. I was wrong. The blonde showed up on my doorstep beaten and stabbed. I did what I was trained to do-I stitched her up. I didn't have a clue who she was and I told myself I didn't care. Until they came looking for her. I swore I'd take my last breath before I let anyone else hurt her, except I didn't know she was keeping a deadly secret. Now I had two choices, her life or mine. Marriage and combat taught me the same thing-I was no one's hero. And I was about to prove it.

Former Danish Military Special Forces, built like a legend, and uncompromising in every way-Neil Christensen didn't walk into my life. The Viking-sized billionaire crashed through it like a hurricane. The moment he showed up at my strip club and gave me his piercing ice-blue stare as his deep, accented voice whispered across my flesh like sin, my life fell apart. Now a gun was pointed at my head and ruthless criminals wanted something I didn't have-something the Viking took from me. Staring at the billionaire I didn't trust as he stood between me and a bullet, it hit me… I wasn't afraid to die, I was terrified of weathering this man's storm. Because when a Viking decided to unleash his fury, no one would come out unscathed.

The Marines trained me to set my sights and wait for the shot. For eight years, I guarded my brothers and defended my country. Now I protect my clients. My personal security firm is the best in the business because I leave nothing to chance… until a dark-haired, hazel-eyed spitfire crosses my path. She and her sexy-as-hell striptease were supposed to be a one-night distraction. But too late I noticed the branding on her back and my blood ran cold. This woman wasn't a distraction-she was a death sentence. Knowing who she was left me no choice. I took her on as my client. But running from her past and hoping we wouldn't get killed wasn't an option. The Marines didn't train me to retreat. They taught me to engage. One shot. One kill.

Being the drummer for the hottest new rock band should've been a dream come true. Sold-out shows, women, more money than I deserved…. But I didn't want any of it. The fame sucked, the money was a burden and I'd given up my one shot at ever having her-my best friend's sister. I wasn't supposed to touch her. My best friend made me swear I wouldn't. Then he was deployed, and he told me to look out for her. Except being around her while still keeping my distance was slowly killing me. Touring with the band should've been the perfect escape… until I screwed up. I screwed up so bad, she was half-conscious in my arms, fighting for her life.

I was trained to be a hunter. Growing up in the nation's most infamous, violent cult, my job was simple. Track. Kill. Survive. And that's what I did… until our leader threatened to kill his own daughter. Refusing to watch another senseless murder, I did what I was trained to do. I took his life. Then I claimed his land and set every member free. I only had one goal left. Find the sister I was told was dead. But being a hunter in the woods is a far cry from tracking a woman in Miami Beach. I didn't find my sister. I found my stepsister.

TALON – (Book 1) Talon I surf. I f*ck. I pretend to smile. Two years ago my life was perfect, until it wasn't. I scattered my wife's ashes then walked away from the Marines. I didn't think I had anything left to lose. I was wrong. The blonde showed up on my doorstep beaten and stabbed. I did what I was trained to do-I stitched her up. I didn't have a clue who she was and I told myself I didn't care. Until they came looking for her. I swore I'd take my last breath before I let anyone else hurt her, except I didn't know she was keeping a deadly secret. Now I had two choices, her life or mine. Marriage and combat taught me the same thing-I was no one's hero. And I was about to prove it. NEIL (Book 2) I didn't know he was a billionaire, or that he was capable of murder. The first time I saw Neil Christensen, I was being dragged onto his boat from the waters off the coast of Key West. The second time I laid eyes on the six-foot-six billionaire, he was walking into my strip club, demanding I quit. The third time I encountered the Viking-sized monster of a man, my life fell apart. Dominant, controlling, and uncompromising in every way-Neil Christensen wasn't a man you met by coincidence. He had a plan. I only hoped I could survive it. ANDRÉ (Book 3) André The Marines trained me to set my sights and wait for the shot. For eight years, I guarded my brothers and defended my country. Now I protect my clients. My personal security firm is the best in the business because I leave nothing to chance… until a dark-haired, hazel-eyed spitfire crosses my path. She and her sexy-as-hell striptease were supposed to be a one-night distraction. But too late I noticed the branding on her back and my blood ran cold. This woman wasn't a distraction-she was a death sentence. Knowing who she was left me no choice. I took her on as my client. But running from her past and hoping we wouldn't get killed wasn't an option. The Marines didn't train me to retreat. They taught me to engage. One shot. One kill.