The Dregs series
blurb:
Feared by most. Hated
by others. Envied by none.
Always hunted, they
live in the shadows.
Once powerful warriors,
they are now the dregs.
In
a city overrun by gang violence, can these former soldiers overcome
their violent pasts, dispel the stigma surrounding them, and learn to
fall in love?
The Tracker
The Dregs Book 1
by Leslie Georgeson
Genre: Romantic
Military Suspense
I’m
a trained killer. An expert tracker.
I’ve
done despicable things. My soul is damaged. My body impaired. That’s
what happens when you are a soldier for The Company. I was discharged
a year ago. Now I am a dreg. Worthless. With a bounty on my head.
I’ve become a creature of the night, hiding in an underground maze
during the day. Because I’m not ready to die yet.
She
comes to me one night, needing my help to find her sister. The moment
I see her, I want her. Her goodness calls to me, makes me yearn for
the impossible. She brings life back to the deadness inside me. I’m
no good for her. I will do nothing but corrupt her. But I’m a
callous bastard. I can’t resist her.
I try not to care for her, but somehow she slips under my skin. She makes me weak. And there is only one thing in this world I am afraid of. Weakness.
I’ll
never be good enough for her, so I have to finish this job and send
her on her way.
Before
she destroys me.
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The Fighter
The Dregs Book 2
My
dreg name is The Fighter. I’m an expert in mixed martial arts. I
had to betray my dreg brothers to protect my child. I’m a traitor
now. An outsider. So I keep my distance from them. Hiding in the
shadows.
But I have more important things to worry about than
trying to win back their trust. I have a five-year-old kid to take
care of now. She scares the hell out of me. I don’t know the
slightest thing about kids. I need a nanny to care for my daughter.
So I place an ad and hope that someone will reply.
The
woman who responds is not what I expect. She’s young and gorgeous
and way out of my league.
But she’ll have to do, since I have no one else. I try not to want her. I try to keep my distance. But she is pure temptation. And I’m falling under her spell.
She
doesn’t know that working for me puts her in danger. She doesn’t
know who or what I am. And I plan to keep it that way.
Because
the truth could hurt her.
And so could I.
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I rounded a corner, my foot accidentally connecting with a discarded soda can I somehow hadn’t seen. The aluminum banged and clanged as it bounced across the asphalt, then slammed into a large garbage dumpster.
Shit. The soda can had just announced my presence to anyone nearby. Criminals lurked everywhere on these streets, waiting for hapless victims to walk by.
I halted, tensing, as my acute senses picked up a threat on the other side of the dumpster. Four different breaths. Four separate heartbeats. The scents of fear and sweat reached my nostrils at the same time that I sensed their ill intent. Four men were hiding behind that dumpster.
I slowly reached for the knife strapped to the inside of my ankle.
A normal man would probably flee to safety. But I wasn’t a normal man. I didn’t run from danger. I ran into it.
Violence has been a part of my life since my early teens. But I’m a peacemaker at heart. I fix things. I heal the wounded.
Being
a dreg means I’ve spent most of my life as a prisoner, a soldier
for The Company doing despicable things. I can’t change the past or
what I’ve done. But I can control who I am today.
I’ve
always followed the rules. Always. Until the one time I didn’t.
I
gave my phone number to a complete stranger. I broke a rule that
would prove detrimental to my safety and the safety of my dreg
brothers. I thought I was just helping a woman in need. I didn’t
even consider the consequences of that action.
And
now the dominoes are falling, one by one…
For
her, I would break the rules. For her, I wanted to be a hero. To
change the world. But being a hero comes at a cost.
Am
I willing to risk it all for a woman who could ruin me and everything
I believe in?
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Discharged.
As
a soldier, that was the thing I dreaded most. Being discharged. War,
fighting, and killing were my life. What I did best.
But
now I’d been discharged. My physical injuries were minuscule. But
my mental injuries were severe. PTSD. That’s what they said. I was
messed up inside. Loco. So now I am a dreg. With nothing to do. No
purpose in life. I will waste away like this. I need action. I need
violence. I need war.
I
find all of that when a gorgeous redhead tricks me. She’s a bounty
hunter. How did I not see that one coming? Now I am a captive.
Chained like a beast. I will escape. I will get revenge and make her
pay. I will get the violence I crave.
Then
she frees me. And the tables turn. Now I’m in charge. She’s my
prisoner. I can’t lose this battle. I won’t let her win. Because
losing means she’s taken something from me, something I don’t
want to admit I even had to begin with.
A
heart.
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The front door clicked shut.
I pulled at the handcuffs again, though I knew escape was impossible. Seething, I waited for Grace to return. Would she cower out and not come back? Would she leave me here for hours?
What did she have planned for me? Seriously? Did she intend bodily harm? Torture?
I couldn’t believe I’d been fooled by a woman.
She appeared in the bedroom doorway, eyeing me warily with those deep green eyes. “Do you agree to help find my girls?”
Just agree, you moron. Then you’ll be free.
“Okay, I’ll help find your kids. But I’m going to want something in return.”
She nodded. “I expected as much. Name it.”
My heartrate kicked up as the promise of freedom loomed closer. I knew exactly what I wanted.
“If I go inside the Sureños compound and free your kids, then I want one entire night with you.”
Language is my passion. I excel in linguistics. I can “train” myself to learn any language on the planet. In minutes. Or less. You won’t get anything past me, no matter what language you’re speaking.
Being a dreg means I have a bounty on my head,
so I conduct all my business under cover of darkness. One night I
return from fueling up my truck to find an Asian beauty hiding in the
bed. One look into her stunning, almond-shaped eyes, her exquisitely
exotic features, and I’m a goner. I will do anything for this
woman.
Then I discover her daddy is the leader of one of
the most powerful gangs in Augusta—the Black Dragons. Is she really
as innocent as she seems? Or have I been set up?
Now I’m
a target. I’ve intercepted a major deal. Her daddy is furious and
wants her back. The gangs are coming for her.
But
they’ll have to get through me first. Because now that I’ve found
her, I’m not giving her up.
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My dreg name is The Hacker. I can get past any firewall, decrypt any document, hack into any electronic device. No matter your secrets, I will find them. Nothing is safe from me. There is no other hacker in the world with my unique abilities.
So when I discover someone is researching me, I take notice.
Senator Collins’ daughter
is on to me. She’s an investigative reporter on the hunt for the
truth surrounding her father’s death. She knows I was somehow
involved. She’s threatening to find me. To make me suffer. She
won’t stop until she gets her story. So I egg her on, daring her to
find me.
She takes the bait.
Now I have a choice to
make. I can scare her so badly that she gives up her investigation
and stops looking into her father’s death.
Or I can share
the truth. About her father. About The Company. About the dregs.
About everything.
But if I let her into my life, into my
heart—if I trust her—she could destroy me so easily. She
could ruin us all.
How
far will she go to get her story? And how much am I willing to reveal
for an elusive chance at love?
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If Shannon had read the file, then she would know—or at least suspect—that I’d killed her father.
But she didn’t know why. She didn’t know I’d been trying to save Logan’s life. She didn’t know her father had been trying to kill me.
I should have anticipated this.
I raked a hand through my hair, then leaned back in my chair with a groan.
If she was investigating her father’s murder, then she likely didn’t know anything about The Company. Which meant she probably had no idea what kind of man her father had been. And if she was half the investigator I imagined her to be, then she wouldn’t stop until she uncovered the truth.
I really didn’t want to be the one to tell her the truth.
I closed my eyes and pictured Shannon in my mind.
Long, silky blonde hair full of gorgeous, sexy waves. Intelligent, deep blue eyes. Her features delicate, pure feminine perfection. Shannon Collins was a knockout. Every man’s fantasy. Or at least, mine.
I had originally wondered if she was part of The Company. Now I suspected not. If she dug deep enough, she might uncover the truth about her father’s extracurricular activities. The other Company shareholders would likely do whatever necessary to keep her quiet. I imagined they were probably watching her right now, keeping her under surveillance. If she found out too much, they would snuff her out. By investigating her father’s death, Shannon was putting her own life in danger.
I had to admire her for that. She was certainly determined.
This made me even more curious about her.
And it seemed she was curious about me, too. Though for a completely different reason.
If Shannon Collins showed up here, I would have to scare her away somehow.
Because the information in MK Investigations’ file might be enough to take me down.
And I wasn’t about to let her destroy me.
The Extractor
The Dregs Book 7
I’m
a player. A ladies’ man. Seduction is my specialty. Luring women
into my bed is easy peasy. None of them can resist me. It’s not
their fault. I am irresistible. They all want me. Every last
one of them.
Until
I meet Liz.
I
made a life-changing decision the day I took a detour to visit my
mother. A decision that not only put Mom in danger, but Liz as well.
You see, Liz works for my mom, and I have to go through Liz to get to
my mother. The thing is, I find myself drawn to Liz. Even though
she’s not my type. She’s different than the others. Her quiet
beauty and inner strength call to me.
But
Liz doesn’t want me back. She despises me on sight. My charm won’t
work on her. My good looks don’t seduce her. She’s immune
to me.
And
I can’t stand it. Why won’t she give me a chance? How can she
judge me without even knowing me? So I try a different tactic. Just
friends.
It
throws her off and now she’s falling right into my carefully laid
trap. She’s letting down her guard, little by little. Except, I’m
the one who gets snared. I’m the one who falls.
Now
I have to figure out how to show her that I can be a one-woman
man, and she’s the only one I want.
But
I soon have a much bigger problem than winning Liz over.
A
cunning mastermind who will stop at nothing to see me dead—and
steal my girl.
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The Enforcer
The Dregs Book 8
Damaged. Broken.
Those are words I never thought I would associate with
myself.
But that was before The Controller got a hold of
me.
Now I’m a mere shell of the man I once was. I’m
fighting an uphill battle, desperately trying to recover from The
Controller’s pull over me. Trying to heal.
It’s
been four months since the dregs all moved to Idaho. My dreg brothers
all have normal lives now. Women who love them. Families. A
purpose.
Not me. I’m more alone now than I’ve ever
been. I ignore everyone’s text messages and their phone calls. I
stay hidden from the world, living in a small cabin back in the
woods. I don’t want them to see me this way.
One night, the
loneliness finally gets to be too much. I crave a woman’s warm body
and a physical release to help me cope. So I head out in search of a
willing female who might keep me company for a few hours.
The
gorgeous and sexy bartender at the Northern Pike is just what I need.
I have no way of knowing that she will bring nothing but danger and
upheaval into my life. That she will turn my world completely upside
down. Or that she might be the only thing that can heal me.
But
by the time I figure all of that out, it’s too late.
The
Controller is back.
And this time, he has no intention of
letting me go.
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“It’s closing time, sir. You should head on home. I can’t serve you any more drinks tonight.”
That voice! Rich, sultry, with a natural huskiness that made me want to hear her talk dirty to me.
“I don’t need a drink.” All I need is you, gorgeous.
While I kept the mental barrier between us, I allowed River’s emotions to penetrate my walls so I could get a feel for her true character.
She paused, lifting her gaze to mine. Her aura swirled around me like smoke drifting downwind of a campfire, engulfing me in her pure, honest essence.
Every muscle in my body tensed.
I sucked in a disbelieving breath.
Holy shit! She’s just like me!
At first, I could do nothing but stare at her while she stared back, her vibe enveloping me, sucking me in. Her curiosity flowed into me. Awareness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly tamped it back, as if she didn’t want to feel attraction toward me. Her overall vibe was a good one.
She’s just like me.
“So, if you don’t want a drink, why are you still here?” she demanded.
I let my gaze sweep boldly down her body and back up. This girl was hotter than a raging bonfire.
And she’s like me.
I couldn’t stop thinking about that. I’d never met anyone who was like me before. I’d always felt so alone. So different.
Not anymore.
“I was waiting for you, sweetheart.”
She flushed. “Waiting for me? Why?” Though her words were casual, her heartrate accelerated, and a fresh wave of uneasiness washed over her.
Did she sense that I was like her? That she was like me?
I wanted to ask her questions about being an empath, see if she experienced things the same way I did. Did she know how to shut out the emotions of others like I did? Could she block her own emotions from other people? Could she read people’s minds? So far, she seemed completely open with her emotions, not holding anything back. Maybe she didn’t know how to. Her vibe was so pure, so real, it was unlike any I’d ever encountered.
My fascination with her, my desire to know another person who was like me, increased.
I was honest and blunt by nature. I always spoke my mind. So I told her exactly what I was thinking. “You’re just like me.”
She stilled, and the way she’d slipped her hand beneath the counter told me she’d grabbed onto a weapon—probably a gun. I wouldn’t try to take her gun away unless she attempted to shoot me with it. I hoped she didn’t do that because I didn’t want to hurt her.
Her gaze faltered. “No, you’re wrong there, mister. I’m nothing like you.”
Leslie Georgeson writes a blend of romance and suspense, sometimes tossing in a dash of sci-fi or paranormal to make things more interesting. From genetically-altered super soldiers (The Dregs) to deceptive, daredevil rescuers (The Pact), her stories are laced with danger, action, and plenty of steam. Music and the mafia combine in her newly released romantic suspense series, Something Real. Book one, FREAK, is now available at all retailers. Look for the next book, SNITCH, in the spring of 2021.
Leslie is an avid reader, a nature and animal lover, a plant enthusiast, and enjoys spending time with her amazing family. She lives with her husband of 25+ years and her teenage daughter on a quiet country acreage in Idaho.
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