In this gripping new series by New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden, a disgraced FBI profiler must save her reputation by stopping a sadistic killer she knows all too well
Former FBI agent Samantha Dark was one of the most respected profilers in the bureau, an expert on the twisted minds and dark hearts of the most depraved criminals. But when her own former lover turned out to be the serial killer she was hunting, Samanthaâs career was destroyed. Blamed for the FBIâs failure on the complex case, Samantha left Washington, DC, for the quiet anonymity of Alabama.
Now an all-too-familiar killer is hunting once again. She can catch the cunning assassin, but that means putting her trust in her former partner, Blake Gamble. Ex-military, Blake is tough, protective, precise. With her entire life on the brink, she knows he wants her back in the FBI...and possibly more.
But someone else wants her, too. A threat is waiting in the dark, a killer who has set his sights on the ultimate trophy victimâSamantha.
Praise for New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden
âCynthia Eden writes smart, sexy and gripping suspense. Hang on tight while she takes you on a wild ride.ââ
âNew York Times bestselling author Cindy Gerard
âCynthia Edenâs Broken is what romantic suspense is supposed to beâfast, furious, and very sexy! In the LOST Agency, Eden has created a complex cast of characters that readers will loveâleaving them eagerly anticipating the next team memberâs story.ââ
â#1 New York Times bestselling author Karen Rose
âSexy, mysterious, and full of heart-pounding suspense!â
âNew York Times bestselling author Laura Kaye
âFast-paced, smart, sexy and emotionally wrenchingâeverything I love about a Cynthia Eden book!â
âAward-winning author HelenKay Dimon
Over the years, Iâve met so many wonderful romance readersâat conferences, at signings and, of course, online. I want to thank all of these readers for their support. Thank you for reading my books. Thank you for the kind words. Thank you for telling me that you were able to get lost in my storiesâbecause I think a reader being able to get âlostâ in a book is the best compliment that any writer can receive.
CHAPTER ONE
THE SCENE WAS all wrong.
The killerâthe balding man in his late thirtiesâthe man who stood there with sweat dripping down his face, a gun held in his trembling hand and a dead girl at his feet...he was wrong.
FBI Special Agent Samantha Dark raised her weapon even as she shook her head. Sheâd profiled this killer, studied every detail of his crime spree. And...
This is wrong.
âDrop the gun!â That bellow came from her partner, Blake Gamble. He was at her side, his weapon drawn, too, and she knew all of his focus was locked on the killer.
Theyâd come to this house just to ask Allan March some follow-up questions. Heâd been one of the custodians at Georgetown University, a university that had recently become the hunting grounds for a killer.
At Blakeâs shout, Allan jerked. And when he jerked, his finger squeezed the trigger of the gun he held. The shot went wide, missing both Samantha and Blake. She didnât return fire. Allan doesnât fit the profile. This is all wrongâ
Blake returned fire. The bullet slammed into Allanâs right shoulder. Not a killing wound, not even close. Blood bloomed from the spot, soaking the stark white shirt that Allan wore. Allan should have dropped his gun in response to that hit, but he didnât. He screamed. Tears trickled down his cheeks, and he aimed that gunâ
Not at Blake, but at me.
âHas to be you...â Allan whispered. âSaid...has to be you...â
She didnât let any fear show, even as the emotion nearly suffocated her. âAllan, put down the gun.â Blakeâs order had been bellowed, but hers was given softly. Almost sadly. Put the gun down, Allan. I donât want to shoot you. This isnât the way I want things to end.
The FBI had been searching for the Georgetown University killer for months. Following the trail left by the bastardâa trail of blood and bodies. But the trail shouldnât have led here.
Allan March was a widower. His wife had passed away two years ago, slowly dying of cancer. Heâd been at her bedside every single moment. All of the data that the FBI had collected on Allan indicated that he was a dedicated family man, a caregiver. Notâ