Memento Mori
Six men with no memories of the past
One leader with no hope for the future
A man without a past
Jax woke up in a lab, his memories erased, and his mind reprogrammed to serve a mad woman’s will. After being liberated from his prison, he pledged himself to the only thing he truly knows—his team. Six men who lost everything they were. They must make certain no one else gets their hands on the drugs that stole their lives, all while hiding from every intelligence organization on the planet. The trail has led him to an unforgiving mountainside and a beautiful wilderness expert who may be his only hope of finding the truth.
A woman with a bright future
River Lee knows her way around the Colorado wilderness. She’s finally found a home in a place called Bliss after years lost in darkness. The nature guide prefers to show her clients the beauty found in the land, but she also knows the secrets the mountains hold. When she meets Jax, something about the troubled man calls to her. She agrees to lead him to the site of an abandoned government facility hidden deep in the forest. She never dreamed she was stepping into the middle of a battlefield.
A love that could heal a broken soul
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Excerpt
“This place is beautiful,”
he said when she hesitated.
She nodded but didn’t move
from her seat. “I love it here. I went to college in Denver, but I always
missed this place. When I was younger, my dad had a house in Creede. He started
the business there, but when he could, he moved us out of town. My dad was a
loner, I suppose. Creede has a population of four hundred and Dad thought that
was way too many people.”
“I know the feeling. I
lived in London for a while. That was definitely too many people.” He kept his
tone even. It was odd. Now that he was here, that hunger he always felt was
tempered by her fear. He’d thought he would take anything offered to him, but
he couldn’t having met her. If the blonde had offered herself up, he would have
turned her down. Over the two hours they’d sat in the booth, eating fried food
and drinking beer, he’d figured something out. Some people were more special
than others. River was special. He should be more cynical. He could hear Damon
Knight telling him to be cautious, but he couldn’t make himself do it. Perhaps
it was the fact that he didn’t have a long well of history to draw from and to
teach him that this was likely a mistake.
It didn’t feel like a
mistake.
“Wow. I’ve never been
farther than Kansas City.” She still wasn’t moving and her voice had taken on a
tremulous tone.
His heart constricted, and
it was surprisingly easy to not listen to his dick. His dick was pleading with
him to get aggressive. His dick was trying to convince him that if he could get
inside her, she would accept him.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to
listen to his dick.
“If you’ve changed your
mind, I can call my brother to pick me up. I have a phone and so does he. His
number is programmed in. I don’t want to scare you. I had a good time talking
to you tonight. It was one of the nicest nights I’ve had in a long time.” Ever.
It was the best night ever. It was the first night he felt normal, though he
wasn’t exactly sure what that word meant. Comfortable was a better one. That
tight feeling in his chest had eased as he’d sat in the booth with River and
Tucker and Heather.
Although he’d hated lying
to her.
She finally turned, looking
at him. Her eyes shone in the moonlight. “You mean that, don’t you?”
He wanted to touch her.
He’d had to force his hands not to move toward her all night long. The most
he’d allowed himself was to have their hips and shoulders touch as they’d sat
next to each other. He’d decided it had been a good thing he’d sat next to her
because he was fairly certain he had a case of Big Tag’s crazy eyes, and she
would have seen them had he sat across from her.
“I do mean it. Please don’t
get me wrong. I want you. I would like nothing more in the world than to take
you into that cabin, lay you out, and make a feast of you. I want to kiss you
and when I say that I don’t merely mean your lips. I want to put my mouth all
over your body. But more than I want that, I want you to like me.” It was
important somehow. He wouldn’t see her after tonight, but he couldn’t stand the
idea that she was afraid of him.
Everyone was afraid of him.
Everyone he knew was waiting for his powder keg to blow, but he’d sworn to himself
earlier in the evening that it wouldn’t blow around her. He would protect her
even if it was only for one night.
ABOUT LEXI BLAKE
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.
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