Once the best assassin in black ops, Cazador is now the best at saving lives. His path has changed from seeking bloody vengeance to running a health clinic in Rescue, Alaska.

He will never again risk loving someone he can’t protect.

His mother and sister were murdered in front of him, his fiancée slaughtered in a war zone. Despite his popularity with women, he’s determined to remain unattached. His heart can bear no more loss.

Unfortunately, the universe isn’t listening.

First, his brother hires JJ, a fiery-haired, tough cop who lives on the edge of danger and has the biggest heart of anyone he knows. And then, his disreputable past returns in the shape of an adorable, foul-mouthed nine-year-old daughter. Now he has two loved ones to protect. An impossible task, because…

Life is dangerous. Especially in Alaska.

Excerpt for Lethal Balance

Embarrassment stung as JJ looked at the man. First, she’d butted in on his secluded sitting area then slugged down a potent drink. Damn, she already felt the alcohol humming in her veins. The guy must think she was a real idiot.

Even worse, he was intimidatingly good-looking.

Not a fancy meat-market gorgeous though. His clothing was an understated casual—black jeans, black boots, long-sleeved, button-up shirt. He looked Latino. Fairly tall, closing in on six feet. And his build wasn’t bulky like a power-lifter, but sheer streamlined muscles. The rolled-up sleeves on his hunter green shirt revealed corded forearms.

His black hair was short, with a few strands falling over his forehead, and his eyes, so dark a brown as to match his hair. His skin was a beautiful light brown, the tone she often longed for since her skin was all freckles. A dark beard shadow gave him a dangerous edgy look.

But handsome men reminded her of Nash. Sad as it was to admit, males, ugly or not, no longer interested her. Not after all the harassment of the last year.

Unconcerned at her perusal, he sipped his beer and looked her over in turn. “Do you have a name you would share, Nevada?”

She smiled at the polite phrasing. “Jayden. JJ.”

“Jayden. A beautiful name.”

“It sounds even better the way you say it.” His Spanish accent softened the J, giving it an even more musical sound. Truly, he had an amazing voice. She didn’t want a man, any man, but she’d be happy to listen to this guy read the phone book.

And then she blinked and glanced at the bar, remembering Kiki’s comment about a man with an accent. “‘Keem-bear-ly, I told you, did I not, that we would enjoy one night together and one night only.’”

This was the notorious Cazador.

Following her gaze, he looked around the back of his chair and spotted the three women at the bar. His eyebrows lifted. “My name is Cazador—but, perhaps, you already know it?”