Fateful Justice Box Set: Books 1-3
by Sara Vinduska
Genre: Romantic Suspense
box set contains the first three books in the romantic suspense
series, Fateful Justice.
It wasn’t the first time Lash Brogan had aimed a gun at another man and pulled the trigger. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched a man fall to the ground bleeding. As an actor, he’d done just that countless times. But this time it was not a scene from one of his movies. This time it was for real.
When Lash Brogan, an Irish immigrant and one of America’s most popular movie stars, is kidnapped and held hostage in the mountains of Colorado, it will take all of his strength and determination as well as help from a beautiful stranger to help him escape.
Justine McBride is a reclusive physical therapist trying to escape the painful memories of her family’s death. After helping Lash recover, she falls hard for him without considering the ramifications of such a public relationship.
After barely surviving the death of the woman he was going to marry, Irish actor Lash Brogan has accepted his first leading role in two years.
But someone doesn’t want the movie to be made. The set is plagued by accidents and deaths. The arrival of an FBI agent with a past connection to Lash, and the appearance of an intriguing woman he would like to get to know better, further tilts his world.
Lash refuses to run from the danger or the painful reminders of his past. He will stay and see the movie through to the end. No matter what the cost to him.
Lash walked through the hotel lobby lost in thought. The alcohol and gloomy weather had put him in a foul mood. He was here to work and he just wanted to get this film done and move on to something else while he was still in one piece. He stopped and looked inside the hotel bar. Lauren was sitting on one of the barstools. It was definitely her, he’d recognize that shiny raven black hair anywhere. Against his better judgment, he walked in and sat down next to her.
“Tough day?” he asked.
Lauren didn’t answer, just stared into her nearly empty drink.
Lash ordered a whiskey for himself and another glass of wine for Lauren.
“You know I hardly ever drink like this, but damn, he can be exasperating,” she said.
“Family can be like that.”
She looked up at him at last. “You have any brothers or sisters?”
“Nope. Only child.”
“I thought so.”
“Why? Because I’m such a spoiled brat?” He smiled at her.
“Something like that.” God, he had a great smile, she thought. Kind of lopsided, it gave an almost childlike vulnerability to his slightly rough face. She couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Was that a smile? I knew my charms wouldn’t fail.”
“You are a spoiled brat. And an egotistical one at that.”
“Ouch. That hurt.” His face grew serious. “I do know firsthand what a pain in the ass your brother can be. But he’s good. If you two can’t figure this mess out, no one can.”
Another drink later, Lash knew he was in trouble. Lauren was too easy to talk to and all he could think about was how she would look out of those clothes. He tried to blame his thoughts on the alcohol, knowing it had lowered his inhibitions, but he was beyond rational thought now. Her knee brushed against his under the bar and before he could stop it, his hand had slid underneath her skirt and up the smooth warm skin of her thigh.
Lauren’s eyes went wide in surprise, but she didn’t push his hand away. A moment later, her lips parted and she let out a small moan of pleasure. Lash downed the rest of his whiskey, then stood up, pulling her against him. Without a word, he led her out of the bar.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, his hands were all over her again. They jerked to a stop on the top floor and he grabbed her hand and led her down the hall, fumbling with his keycard.
“Lash, I don’t . . .”
His lips came down hard on hers stopping her protest as he pulled her into the room. He roughly ripped off her blouse as they stumbled towards the bed.
Lauren knew it was a mistake, knew she’d probably regret it in the morning, but she didn’t care. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe she just wanted to be screwed by a famous movie star. Hell, maybe she was just horny. But none of that mattered as Lash pushed her down on the bed and stripped off his own clothes.
As a former Navy SEAL and bodyguard to one of the world’s top Hollywood actors, John Hoyt thought joining the FBI was a logical next step. He never imagined his first case would nearly cost him his life and put him face to face with the one woman he was willing to die for.
Angelina Nobles has spent her career in the FBI living up to the legend of her father. Now, on her most highly publicized case, she’s partnered with a man who infuriates and intrigues her like no other has done before.
Can the two put aside their differences long enough to stay alive and solve a complicated case involving a corrupt politician, arson, murder and drugs? And find love in the process?
Danger and intrigue make a powerful aphrodisiac in Retribution.
Hoyt couldn’t stand the subtle tension with Ang. He’d stayed late at the RA, sorting through financial records with Ward and Sanderson.
Now, back at the hotel, he went straight to Ang’s room. He needed to clear the air with her.
She opened the door and let him in without a word. She had her hair pulled up and was in yoga pants and a long baggy sweatshirt. She made his mouth water.
Ang watched him and laughed. “If I knew yoga pants turned you on that much, I would have broken them out sooner.”
Hoyt wasn’t used to having someone read him as well as she did. “Sorry,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry for staring at your very fine ass.” He paused. “And I’m sorry for being an ass.”
Ang sighed and all traces of laughter disappeared. “Should we try to go back to just being partners?”
“I don’t know if I can,” Hoyt admitted. “This is all new territory for me. I know I’m fucking it up. I don’t mean to.”
“I think we need to spend less time trying to complicate things and just enjoy each other while we solve this case.”
“You make it sound so simple,” he said.
She shrugged. “Maybe it can be.”
Hoyt had his doubts, but he was certainly willing to give it a try. “Okay, how about I go grab us dinner. Then we can work for a couple hours.”
“Do you miss working for Lash Brogan?” Ang asked as she settled herself onto the couch later that night after they’d eaten.
Hoyt threw their empty pizza box in the trash.
As a general rule, he didn’t like talking about those days. Not that he regretted them, he just didn’t like advertising the fact that he’d been a celebrity bodyguard. But for some reason, he didn’t mind talking to Ang about it. He actually quite enjoyed it, which was a definite first for him.
“Sometimes,” he answered honestly. “I was overpaid for sure. And it was a good gig, except for the taking a bullet part. But it was time to leave. Lash had become a friend.”
“Why was that a problem?” she asked.
“It’s too hard to keep a distance, to be a good protector, when you start socializing with your protectee.”
He paused, thinking how easy it could be to slip into the same situation with Ang. Could they really be partners and lovers?
He watched as she cocked her head, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. She was way too damned in tune with him.
“You know this is different, right? We’re partners. Fifty-fifty. We look out for each other equally. It’s not your job to protect me,” she said.
He knew she was right, but she sure as hell brought out his protective instincts. But he knew it would piss her off if he said it out loud. So he kept his mouth shut.
She held his gaze for a moment, then her face softened. “Well, since we got that settled, let’s finish our work so we can enjoy the rest of our evening.”
And that was all the motivation he needed. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand so he could get her naked and in bed.
Fateful Justice Book 4
attraction might be just as dangerous as the killer she’s
Mark Goddard is lost. After being beaten, broken, and left for dead, he stopped caring—about anything. He’s not even sure his bull riding legacy is worth saving. Drinking himself into oblivion would be better than feeling like this. But then a murder investigation brings a gorgeous sheriff into his life, and he starts wondering if maybe—just maybe—he has something worth living for after all.
Whitney York wanted peace. A quiet place to heal from the horrors she barely survived. The small town sheriff’s department job seemed perfect. Until the murder at the local rodeo, that is. Now it’s up to her to find the killer. She can’t afford to be distracted or to trust anyone—not even Mark, whose tormented soul seems to call to her own.
Falling for each other could be the best thing that ever happened to Mark and Whitney. But if the killer stalking their every move has his way, they might never get the chance to find out…
Reclaimed, book 4 in the Fateful Justice series, is a dark, gritty, romantic suspense thriller featuring a smart heroine who is stronger than she realizes, and the sexy, down-on-his-luck bull rider who steals her heart. Download today and get ready to lose yourself in this world where fate’s not fair, but justice and true love are certain.
Originally from Kansas, Sara Vinduska is a romantic suspense author and aspiring farmer in Wyoming. Her other passions include yoga, soap making, good red wine, and K-State football.