Welcome to my review stop on the Tasty Virtual Book Tour for the amazing second book in the Lost series by Cynthia Eden—TWISTED. I am so addicted to this series now, I can’t tell you. First, it was BROKEN, which floored me with its suspense and now, TWISTED is releasing next week on April 28, 2015. In addition to my review of this amazing book, I’ve got an excerpt, and a giveaway, so please stick around and even if you skip to the giveaway…read this series! It does not disappoint if you’re a consummate suspense lover like me.
***eARC provided by publisher via Edelweiss in exchange for an honest and unscripted review
Blurb for TWISTED:
In the second seductive Lost novel from New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden, an obsessed Last Option Search Team agent goes looking for trouble—and finds her in the Big Easy.
Dean Bannon comes to New Orleans for one reason only: to track down a missing sixteen-year-old girl. That’s before he meets the drop-dead gorgeous con artist who makes him want to lose his legendary control.
With her past, Emma Castille doesn’t claim to be psychic. She just notices things other people don’t. Like the fear in a runaway’s eyes-or the pain in an ex-FBI agent’s heart. Her chemistry with Dean is blistering, but Emma follows her passion . . . not someone else’s orders.
Then a madman breaks into Emma’s home and leaves a twisted message: “You’re next.” Now Dean refuses to let her out of his sight until he pries every last secret from her full, sexy lips. And suddenly Emma’s aching to give him everything he wants.
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The experts at LOST are looking for a lost sixteen-year-old girl and she’s believed to be hiding somewhere in New Orleans. Dean Bannon is a tracker by nature and highly-skilled at it from his days with the FBI but when the trail leads him to a beautiful woman who may be his best bet for finding Julia, he has to trust his instincts that she is more than just a con artist.
Emma Castille never claimed to be psychic but she has some unique abilities which she has honed into skills that LOST might just find more helpful than anything else at their disposal. Especially when she not only helps them locate the missing girl, but becomes one of the names at the top of a serial killer’s next to die list.
Together Emma and Dean battle more than time clicking away, belligerent FBI agents who want to exclude the LOST team, unexpected turns in what they believed to be the truth and what the truth really turns out to be, they must also fight or give in to their growing attraction and feelings for each other. Will Dean lose to a killer again or will he gain it all in the end?
All I can really say about TWISTED by Cynthia Eden is WOW! I loved it from the first page to the last even though I had figured out who the bad guy was long before it was revealed, I didn’t care. I was glued to this story, the action, the intensity, the characters, and the suspense. Cynthia has conjured up the most intrinsic, personable, troubled, and perfectly matched team of experts ever in the members of LOST, and she keeps adding to them. I love this series.
Cynthia takes us by the hand and journeys us through dark corners of minds, and Big Easy alleys. She keeps us on the edge of our seats with action, danger, and that ever-thrilling wonderful sense of oh my God, what’s going to happen next?
I highly, highly recommend you read TWISTED, book two in the Lost series by Cynthia Eden if for no other reason, but to experience the pulse racing expertise of this amazing suspense writer. I can’t wait for SHATTERED, book three. I’m ready for it now! Hurry!
Happy Reading Everyone!
Excerpt from TWISTED by Cynthia Eden
“A reading …” he said. She almost shivered. The guy had one of those amazing voices that, once a woman heard it, she didn’t forget. Deep and rumbly. A voice made for darkness.
She’d detected no accent in his voice, and Emma was very good at recognizing accents. Accents, habits, behavior—she noticed them all.
Like the way Dean Bannon had a habit of rubbing his jaw with his index finger and thumb. He did that when he was thinking. When he was annoyed, she’d noticed that a muscle flexed along the left-hand side of his jaw. And—
“Your name is Emma Castille.”
She leaned forward. “I can use the cards if you want. Some people like that part.” She actually did know what all of the cards meant, so she could shuffle them and give a reading, no problem. But she preferred to work in other ways.
“You’re not psychic.”
Were they back to that?
She put her hands in her lap. Emma didn’t believe in making nervous gestures. She didn’t believe in giving away anything at all with her body language.
“What you are …” Ah, now he did smile. Her father would have called it a shit-eating grin. The more PC term was probably a Cheshire cat smile. Whatever the name, that smile annoyed her. “What you are, Ms. Castille … is a criminal. A fraud.”
Maybe she should grab her chest and dramatically gasp. She didn’t. “Wonderful for you,” Emma said. “You pulled up a background report one me.” She let her eyes widen a bit. “It’s amazing just what one can find if a person knows how to use a search engine.”
A furrow appeared between his eyes.
“How about I say what … you are?” Emma asked him. “A washed-up FBI agent who snapped on the job. You held your control tight every single day, but the bad guys—they just didn’t stop, did they? You hunted them, you stopped them, and more appeared. While you were fighting the system, they kept coming, and the bodies kept piling up on your watch.”
He shot right back to his feet. The folding chair slammed down behind him.
“You and your father bilked desperate people,” he accused. “You told them you were psychic, that you could help find their missing children. And you—”
“We found them.” Two girls who’d vanished. They’d found them. “We just didn’t get to them in time.” And she would not go back to that place.
She motioned toward Manuel. He knew the signal meant he could take over her booth. There was no way, no way, that she was going to stay there with that prick while he slammed the most painful moments from her past in Emma’s face.
Manuel, pale, tattooed, with piercings in his lips and eyebrows, quickly claimed her spot.
Emma jumped to her feet. Muttered her thanks, and fled right past the guy she was starting to think of as Agent Jackass.
She pushed through the crowd. Wasn’t there always a crowd in Jackson Square? And that was why she loved the place. It was so easy to vanish in a crowd. To be anyone.
The crowd closed around her.
To be no one at all.
She hurried around the back of the cathedral. She knew the streets so well. Her home was close by. Emma would get inside and forget Agent Jackass.
I’m being followed.
Emma stilled at the intersection. A horse-drawn carriage rolled by her. Voices called out.
And he touched her.
Emma didn’t flinch. Didn’t scream. She looked down at the hand on her shoulder. “When a woman runs away from you, that means you need to stay the hell away from her.”
His hold tightened on her. “You and I aren’t done.”
She looked up at his face. Had she really thought the man was handsome? Annoying, that was all Dean Bannon was.
“I need to find that girl, and you’re the only lead I have so far.”
“Then you’re not a very good investigator.”
Ah, that muscle flexed in his jaw. Lovely.
Award-winning author CYNTHIA EDEN writes dark tales of paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She is a New York Times, USA Today, Digital Book World, and IndieReader best-seller. Cynthia is also a two-time finalist for the RITA® award (she was a finalist both in the romantic suspense category and in the paranormal romance category). Since she began writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over thirty novels and novellas. Cynthia lives along the Alabama Gulf Coast. She loves romance novels, horror movies, and chocolate. Her favorite hobbies include hiking in the mountains (searching for waterfalls) and spelunking.