Cold Day in Hell: Lost and Found, Inc., #2

By Jerrie Alexander

Ex-Army Ranger Tyrell Castillo's first mission for Lost and Found, Inc. goes awry when his contact is kidnapped, and he's left scrambling for weapons and explosives. He'll have to blow up a drug cartel's compound, rescue the woman, and keep her safe while they cross the sweltering hot Colombian jungle.

 

Driven by the need for revenge, Ana Maria Vega Cisneros doesn't want to be rescued. She wants revenge. She'll risk her life to ensure the drug lord who killed her family suffers the same fate.

 

The cartel leaves a trail of blood on their hunt for Ty and Ana. When Ty receives the order to kill the drug lord with extreme prejudice, he and Ana will face the enemy head-on. Can Ty protect the woman who's hell-bent on vengeance? The woman he's grown to love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jerrie Alexander
• Release date: May 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781941205013

Jerrie Alexander

A student of creative writing in my youth, I set aside my passion when life presented me with a John Wayne husband and two wonderful children. A career in logistics offered me the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, I revisit them in my novels.  I write alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other. If they're strong enough, they live happily ever after. I hope you enjoy the story. My books are standalone so if you read them out of order no worries.

Book preview

Chapter One

Ty Castillo shook his boot and flicked a tarantula the size of his hand to the jungle floor. The arachnid crawled away uninjured, disappearing into the constantly undulating ground cover. Poor bastard was probably looking for relief from the heat.

His original orders had been to meet his Colombian contact in Bogota, pick up the necessary explosives, and then use them to blow up Manuel Ortega's drug-manufacturing compound.

His boss at Lost and Found, Inc. had taken this supposedly simple assignment to pay the rent. Ty was to slip in, obliterate the place, and then get the hell out. The plan had gone to hell when that contact, Ana Cisneros, failed to show.

She'd left him scrambling for supplies. Then the FBI had added the task of locating and rescuing her. After some digging, he'd learned she was being held at the very site he intended to wipe off the map.

A minimal number of guards were on duty tonight. The rest had bedded down for the night. Various birds, the low hum of insects, and nocturnal animals kept him company. Their occasional squeals and squawks provided him with good noise cover.

One of the guards spotted the fire Ty had purposely started in a small clearing four hundred meters from the compound. The warista yelled at the top of his lungs and fired two rounds into the air.

Half a dozen men ran from three buildings, some struggling to get their pants fastened. They barreled into the jungle with nothing to fight the fire except the AK-47s they carried over their shoulders.

Ty knelt behind a row of thick shrubs. A perimeter guard came into view. He continued his patrol, ignoring the shouting and the fire. The oversized gorilla at the back door hadn't budged either.

It would be a deadly mistake.

Ty waited five minutes to allow the men to reach the fire before he pushed the button on a radio frequency timer and blew the C-4 he'd placed on the diesel-powered generator. Flames shot into the night sky, and the compound fell into total darkness, leaving the remaining guards at a loss for which fire to fight first.

Chaos was a good thing.

He had a lot to accomplish and no time to waste. He remained hidden until the guard made another loop around the perimeter. Then he stepped out of the darkness directly behind the warista and easily snapped his neck. Ty dragged the body into the dense growth. Now to get inside to Ana Cisneros.

He ran across the open area. Hugging the exterior wall, he circled to the back to find Gorilla Guy's attention turned toward the blaze. By the time the man realized he was in danger, it was too late. Ty drove the blade of the SOG up through the diaphragm, through the lung, and into the man's heart. He retrieved his knife, wiped it clean on the man's shirt, and entered the building.

Thanks to his surveillance of the compound over the past few days, he knew where he'd find the woman. He moved through the large kitchen and headed up the stairs. He paused at the landing. Shit. Gorilla Guy's twin stood outside the hostage's door. Ty stepped into the hall and cleared his throat. Before the man turned, the SOG was airborne. It seated in the man's chest with a soft thump. The last person between the target and the woman's freedom slid to the floor.

Ty retrieved his knife, dragged the heavy body away from the door, and quickly moved to the figure next to the metal headboard. Ana Cisneros stood close to the window. Craning her neck to see outside, she was unaware he'd entered the room. With no time for introduction, he reached around and clamped his hand over her mouth.

As expected, he'd startled her. She fought, slinging her body back and forth like a wet dog. She kicked at him, so he whirled her around and jerked her body snug against his.

Quit struggling. I'm here to help you, he whispered, trying to sound reassuring. No doubt, with the flames outside casting an eerie glow, he looked like an alien. A man wearing night-vision goggles, geared up with a pistol on his hip and another in a holster strapped to his thigh, and a rifle over his shoulder would scare most anybody. Not to mention the machete sheathed on his back and the SOG knife in his hand. Do you understand?

He took the slight movement of her head as a yes and relaxed the pressure off her lips. His reward? She bit his finger and pummeled his ribs with her free fist.

What the hell? The lamb had attacked the lion. He reapplied the pressure while keeping one eye on the door.

Stop that, he commanded, impressed at her bravado.

Even through the lens on the night-vision goggles, he spotted a bruise on her cheek. Heat sizzled up his spine at the bastard who'd hit her.

He'd expected fear or panic to be oozing from her every pore, but didn't sense either emotion from her. Waves of anger rolled off her.

Do you understand? he repeated. She nodded slightly, relaxed her tense muscles, and then tried to kick him in the nuts.

He didn't have time to reason with her. And from what he'd seen so far, sweet-talking her was out. I'm going to remove my hand. If you fight me, I'll tie and gag you. Got it?

This time he got a full nod. The expression behind her eyes made him doubt her honesty.

I don't have time to argue, so you'll have to trust that I'm the contact you were supposed to meet in Bogota. Cautiously, he lifted two fingers from her lips and waited to see if she complied.

I know who you are, she hissed. And you've ruined everything.

Me? I think you've cornered the market on screw-ups. He quickly assessed her condition. Other than the bruise, she appeared to be unharmed. Long dark hair fell around her shoulders. She wore jeans and a T-shirt. All she needed was shoes, preferably a good pair of boots.

Damn, she was a little thing. Beautiful, bruised, and pissed. Protecting her as they crossed the sweltering jungle wasn't going to be easy. This woman was going to make the next few days a living hell.

Get something on your feet. The rest of this place is going to blow soon, and I plan to be clear when it happens.

Her eyes went wide. Did you make sure Ortega's on property? Her tone hinted at panic.

Haven't seen him. He—

I have to know. She curled her fingers around Ty's bicep. He ignored the holes her nails dug in his flesh. Promise me that he'll die in the explosion.

That piece of information caught his curiosity and slowed him for a second. Under different circumstances...nope, he'd been tasked with bringing her out alive. He didn't have time to help her with whatever wrong she thought she needed to right.

I'd advise against going barefoot, but with or without shoes, you're leaving with me.

Never taking her eyes off him, she jerked a pair of leather boots from under the bed and quickly pulled them on. Good. They were running out of time.

You don't understand. Her voice dripped with anger.

Let's go, he said, matching her tone. She didn't move. He shoved the goggles to his forehead and leaned down, inches from her face. This close, the bruise on her cheek was even more noticeable. She'd been treated like shit, and he hated to add to her troubles, but time was not their friend.

You'll walk, or I'll haul your ass out of here like a sack of potatoes.

She set her jaw and didn't budge, so he sheathed the knife, slipped the suppressed .22 from the holster strapped to his thigh, and did what any smart man would've done. He tossed her over his shoulder firefighter style. She was light as a feather. He'd bet she didn't weigh much more than his backpack.

Oh. Hell. No. She squirmed, her feet kicking the air. You are not carrying me anywhere.

He stopped at the door, checking his watch to ensure he wouldn't run into one of the perimeter guards.

Were you not listening? He reached up and patted her on the leg. This entire compound is about to disappear from the face of the earth. And you want to stay?

Wait, she muttered.

No talking.

Put me down. We'll move faster. She sounded defeated, but had she really surrendered?

Ty glanced at her bottom, which currently rested next to his head. It was a great ass but not much of a gauge to use when testing for the truth. If you run, I'll catch you. Traveling hogtied and slung over my shoulder will get old fast. At least for you.

I get it, she spit the words out as if they tasted bitter.

He slid her off his shoulder. As soon as her feet were on the floor, he shoved the goggles into place. Stay close.

An inappropriate shiver shot up his spine when her fingers gripped his shirt.

She nodded toward the jungle. I hope you know what you're getting us into.

I do. He ignored that she doubted his ability. Once outside, they hugged the wall, but a perimeter guard spotted them. He opened his mouth but was silenced by a bullet from the suppressed .22. The man fell right on the path. Time was the bigger enemy, so Ty dragged the body close to the house and left him.

He glanced down and found the woman's gaze locked on his face. One quick nod from him, and they sprinted across the open space and into the dense cover of jungle.

The ferns, grasses, small plants, and dead matter provided the perfect cover for hungry creatures of all species. He pushed hard but watched for movement on every leaf. No way was he letting her get bitten, stung or eaten. Losing her wasn't an option.

A sound coming from behind stopped him. He recognized the steady swoosh, swoosh, swoosh of a machete. Someone was coming fast. He'd hoped they would have more time, but had expected the guards to be hunting the person who'd annihilated their drug compound.

Ty spun to face her and placed his finger to her lips. Silently, he pulled her into the thick bush. A quick scan of the surroundings didn't reveal any obvious hazards. Leaving her alone was dangerous but a calculated risk he had to take. If he wound up in hand-to-hand combat with more than a couple of men, protecting her would be difficult at best. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, Stay here.

I can't see. She tightened her grip on his arm.

Right now they're focused on me. I can fix this easier and faster without you along. He slipped his Beretta 9 mil into her hand, hoping it would give her a measure of security. Do you know how to use this?

Probably better than you.

Any other situation and he'd have laughed at her assumption that she could out-shoot him. Now wasn't the time. He wrapped the fingers of her free hand around a small tree limb. Listen to the sounds around you and shoot if you have to. I'll identify myself when I get back.

Go ahead. I'm not going anywhere. She stood perfectly still. Even through the goggles, he saw determination in the way she held her head. The lady had guts.

Ty moved silently in the direction of the rhythmic sound of the swinging machete. Whoever it was, he was hacking at vines, widening the path and getting closer.

The absence of the usual jungle noises was almost startling. The night was as still as a church during prayer. Through the trees, a single flashlight beam caught his eye. Moving quickly and soundlessly, Ty looped around behind the man. Just as Ty had expected, it was one of the guards he'd monitored over the past few days. Stupid to have come alone.

One silent shot from his suppressed .22, and the warista crumpled like a piece of wet paper. Ty picked up the man's AK-47 and took it with him. He saw no advantage in leaving it behind.

He backtracked to Ana. She stood right where he'd left her. Judging from the way she held the gun, she'd told the truth and knew how to handle one. I'm coming in right behind you.

Lowering the Beretta, she turned toward the sound of his voice. Who was it?

One of Ortega's men, he said, closing his hand over hers and relieving her of the weapon.

You killed him?

Yeah. We have to move.

He took her hand in his, slid his arm behind his back, and headed out. She stayed right with him, allowing them to move fast. The lady might have been small in stature, but she had the stamina of a soldier, which was going to prove to be an asset. Over the next few days, she'd need to be strong.

Once they reached the small hideaway he'd carved out, she could rest until daylight. First thing in the morning, they'd start across the thickest and roughest terrain of their journey.

****

Questions flooded Ana's brain. She kept them to herself. She tightened her grip on this wild man's hand and stayed close.

It would be nice to have Ty on her side. Really on her side. A man with his skills could be useful against Ortega. Anger seethed through her. Maybe Manuel Ortega hadn't died tonight, but someday he would get what was coming to him.

Ty carried various weapons, a huge pack on his back, yet they covered a lot of ground. Ana considered herself to be in excellent physical condition, but her legs were considerably shorter, and she was winded. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. She couldn't ask him to stop. They didn't have the time to waste.

Her one trusted friend in the government had allowed her to read the file on Tyrell Castillo. The ex-Ranger was an expert on munitions, and he had high security clearance in his country. Nothing had warned her that he was brusque and uncaring. Best she could tell, her rescuer was a single-minded, bossy American.

Ana hadn't finished her mission. He'd ruined that for her, given her no choice. There was no going back now. If Ortega was alive, when he heard she'd escaped, he'd turn Colombia upside down looking for her. If she could gain Ty's help, she'd welcome a showdown.

A mixture of hope and regret burrowed deep in her belly. Hope that if Ortega had been at the compound and died in one of the explosions, her nightmares would end. Regret because she'd been denied the privilege of killing him herself. A promise made should be a promise kept.

Ty paused to slash through a thick vine blocking the trail. A rare shard of moonlight made it through the thick canopy, casting an eerie shadow over his broad shoulders. The beam vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Ana to guess how far they'd traveled or what lay ahead.

The constant rustle and movement of the leaves underfoot sent her imagination into hyper-drive. Ana dug deep and pushed the fear from her mind. She concentrated on keeping up with Ty as he plunged forward.

We're stopping up here in the clearing, he said, slowing the blistering pace.

What for? Ana thought resting might be a bad idea. More of Ortega's men were probably searching for them. Granted, her muscles were screaming, but they needed to keep moving.

Ty shoved his goggles to the top of his head and removed something from his pocket. Ana took the break to dig an elastic band from her pocket. She scooped her hair into her hands, rolled it into a wad, and secured it off her neck. Instantly, her body temperature cooled.

I didn't want you to miss the rest of the fireworks.

She turned in the direction of his voice just as a series of explosions jarred the ground under her. The sound roared through her ears. The earth trembled, and flames shot skyward. The night lit up with dancing orange and blue plumes. The sight was spectacular. She looked up to find him smiling as if he watched a holiday show.

Right. You said the rest of the compound was going to blow.

That was the house and the fuel storage tank supports, he said. Even if the generator could be repaired, they have no gas.

A picture of diesel fuel running in different directions with fire chasing close behind flashed through her mind. The main house, guards quarters, and manufacturing building would soon be a pile of ash and rubble.

What else did you take out? Ty appeared to be deep in thought, so she repeated, What else?

The road in front of the compound. It will be a while before a vehicle goes in or out. His chilling tone sent shivers up her arms even in the stifling heat. They'll have to park and walk in.

I had a plan. Her words tasted bitter as anger rushed her.

He choked out what sounded like a scoff. There was already a plan in place. If you'd met your commitment and been in Bogota as your government arranged, neither of us would be in this situation. My ass sat in that dump of a bar waiting for you to make contact. The bartender finally took pity on me and said you'd gone off with Ortega.

I had to. Out in public, he was never without his bodyguards. If I could've been alone with him—

I don't care why you thought pretending to be Ortega's girlfriend was a better plan. You dropped the ball and left me to scramble for equipment and weapons. While I waited for them to be delivered, your government and mine decided I should determine if you were at the compound and alive. If you were, I was to bring you out.

You have no idea how many times I've rallied that same government and extracted a pledge of action. Nothing ever came from those promises. I got tired of waiting and developed my own strategy. Why did she care whether or not he understood her reasons? It was plain he wasn't interested.

Obviously, he'd never lost anyone important to him. She'd met men like him. They were all about the mission. Do the job. Collect the money. And the hell with collateral damage.

Yeah? I saw how well that worked out for you.

I worked in that bar, flirted with Manny Ortega, and got him to trust me. The ruse worked until one of his guards recognized me. I had hoped I'd been out of the country long enough so nobody would remember me.

Ty's gaze seemed locked on the fiery sky. She wasn't sure he was listening.

After I came home, I lobbied for stronger laws. Searched the government ranks to find official support. I had to find someone who was not on the take or scared to stand up to the cartels.

They probably don't exist.

Not so. Damn him. I found somebody I could trust, but he seemed more interested in letting your government blow up Ortega's manufacturing site. It's like putting a Band-Aid on an open wound.

Her adopted family's citizens group was more dedicated to using the government to wipe out the drug trafficking than the government.

She refused to waste anymore of her breath on Ty. He actually appeared bored. He brushed his large hand in front of his face as if he could shoo away the hordes of flying insects that lived and ate in the jungle.

Let's move. They'll be looking for us soon.

He turned away from the multiple blazes, slid his goggles into place, and walked into the darkness, blending in with his surroundings. Panic hit her. Without him and his ability to see where they were going, she'd be lost. And soon after, she'd be dead. She hurried the direction in which he'd disappeared and plowed face-first into him.

Was this a lesson? Like she didn't know how much she needed him to survive out here.

He gripped her hand. Grab hold.

She wound her fingers through his a second time. A strange current raced up her arm. Okay, so he wasn't going to leave her behind. Ortega was expected at the compound. You could've waited to blow things to kingdom come.

I didn't come to kill him.

I'm aware of that. Damn, all Ty could see was his mission. But neither my government nor yours would've cared if Ortega had died during the explosions.

You're wasting your strength arguing.

Ana threw on the brakes, jammed her feet into the ground and did her best to stop the big man. Didn't work. All she accomplished was nicks and scratches from the fronds he'd been blocking with his body.

I have to know he's dead, she exclaimed, hoping her seriousness made it through Ty's thick skull.

And risk getting you killed? Not on my watch.

We have to go back. Be there if he shows up. He could be on his way now.

No. We don't. Besides, if he's smart, he won't show up until he's sure it's safe. His tone sounded final, but Ana continued her efforts to slow him down. Her mind splintered. She'd given her word.

He whirled, pulled his machete from behind his head, and then blew out a sigh. Don't make me carry you. I promise it will be a bumpy ride.

Ana stood inches from his chest. So close his breath ruffled her hair. She couldn't see him clearly, which made him even more menacing. Strong hands wrapped around her waist and tightened. She stiffened and stood rigid. With seemingly zero effort, he lifted her off the ground.

Choose.

I'll walk, she bit out in anger. But you don't understand. Somehow, she had to get through to him. He put her down and stepped back.

After I get you somewhere safe, you can tell me all about it. He turned, leaving her seconds to latch onto his backpack, before he stepped into the really thick growth.

Her friend in the government had let her read the report on Ty. An unmarried, ex-Army Ranger, who'd spent time in Afghanistan, which meant he probably understood the desert a lot better than the jungle. Did he know some predators hunted this time of night?

Swack. The blade of his machete stilled the sounds of the night for a couple of seconds as it lopped off some obstacle she couldn't see.

Are you sure you know where you're going? she asked.

We're not lost if that's what you're asking. There's a small cave ahead. Dug it out to make it larger. We'll rest there until daylight.

A cave? A predator could've moved in there.

She heard him sigh again. Heavier and louder this time. Without responding, he pressed on through the heat and humidity. The deeper they went, the thicker the air became. Ana could feel the rain coming. Soon the nightly shower would hit. 

Her muscles burned, sweat soaked her skin, rolled past her collarbone, and soaked into her bra. The perspiration attracted

Reviews for Cold Day in Hell

[jerseygirl21-977813 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Starts off in the jungle of Colombia and you are right there with Ana and Ty. He finally gets her to the states but there is so much sexual tension between them!

[gpangel_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Cold Day in Hell by Jerrie Alexander is 2013 publication. I was provided a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.Ana's life is about justice- the vigilante type. She has lived her life vowing to take down the ruthless Manuel Ortega, the man responsible for killing her parents and leaving her disfigured. Just when Ana has infiltrated the Ortega camp, she is taken captive. Enter Tyrell- "Ty" Castillo. Ana is his contact in Columbia and he must now rescue her and get them safely out of the country. When he finally gets Ana free, he finds she is not ready to leave. She wants revenge and won't take no for an answer. When Ty gets the order to take out Ortega, Ana is not in on the assignment, but she invites herself along anyway. Meanwhile, Oretega is hunting for Ana and the inevitable bloodbath erupts, but when Ana's adoptive parents are dragged into the furor the mission takes on a different dimension. To cap off all that tension, Ana and Ty are having a hard time keeping their relationship in the professional realm. Both are aware that once this mission is over, Ty will go back to the states and Ana will stay in Columbia fighting the good fight for her country. So, will these two remain star crossed lovers or will they realize they must be together no matter what the sacrifices are ?If you love romantic suspense with non stop action and adventure, not to mention hot steamy romance, this is one you should try out. The Lost and Found unit will make an awesome long running series.The Columbian jungle makes a challenging backdrop to an already volitile and dangerous situation dealing with drug lords. Ana's obsession with exacting revenge will try out Ty's patience and keep him all tied up in knots. But, she is one determined lady and not even the Lost and Found unit can stop her. I wasn't sure who gave Ty a bigger challenge, Ortega or Ana. Ty is a mix of alpha and beta in personality and it works out perfectly for a person like Ana who will need someone to be strong, but also be able to do a little compromising as well. Dealing with dangerous drug lords is a never ending battle and so Ana and Ty will have much work ahead of them if they can manage to work out a plan so they can live together without one of them having to give up their mission and goal in life. Overall this was a tense and steamy thriller sure to satisfy any reader that loves suspense and romance... and who doesn't? This one is an A.

[msromanticreads · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I love Ms Alexander’s books, especially her writing style. She really knows how to sell a plot with great characters, good research and descriptive scenarios. Another trademark of hers is always to include the POV of the villain(s) which lends a rather creepy and uncomfortable aspect to the story. The reader becomes privy to the thoughts of a twisted mind. Cold Day in Hell was a departure from any of her previous books. The majority of this story takes place in Colombia where the jungle is thick and danger lurks from above and below, and ruthless members of a drug cartel are never far behind the hero and heroine.

This plot wasn’t a new one, but it felt new to me through the words of the author. I instantly liked the main characters, Ty and Ana. Not only were both of them bad-a**es, but their often sarcastic power-play with words made them a perfect match for one another. Her allure was not only that she could easily watch his six, but she was also a tough character under the most stressful situations. But these two were far from being perfect warriors. They were not only following their own agendas, but they also had scars that ran deep – Ana is out for revenge to fulfill a promise, and Ty still feels guilty over the death of his sister.

I totally bought the chemistry between Ana and Ty. Their awareness of one another simmered from their first meeting, but I’m really glad the author did not have them act upon it while on the run through the jungle. I never quite buy into such scenarios of hot, sweaty, smelly sex when they could get shot at any moment. These two were given ample opportunity to just be around one another, learn about each other, and develop together. When they finally did come together, the sex was very steamy. Aside from the mounting sexual tension, I really enjoyed the amount of action in this story. I’d say both were evenly distributed or evenly present in this story. Danger both on and off home turf, seemingly insurmountable obstacles in the form of conflicting interests and the usual nasty villains made Cold Day in Hell a thrilling, sweaty read from start to finish. It can be read as a stand alone and there is no cliffhanger ending.

Favorite Lines:
“What happened in your past that makes you risk your life for strangers?”

“Getting a little nosy, aren’t you?”

“What else are we supposed to do except talk and watch for snakes?”

“My first idea would get my face slapped, so I’ll go with my second.”~*~
“Ana,” he whispered into her hair, his warm breath slicing her wide open, strong hands splayed across her midriff. “I’ll never forget the warrior I found locked in that room or the passionate woman I held in my arms. Promise you’ll remember me, even if it’s only when you see a giant spider.”
Disclaimer: I received a review copy from the publisher for the purpose of an honest review.

[sunmtn · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Jerrie Alexander’s Lost and Found, Inc. is a great new romantic suspense series, and the first book, Hell or High Water won me over very quickly. Now, after reading Cold Day in Hell, I’m definitely a fan. I don’t think you necessarily have to read Hell or High Water before jumping into this second installment, but doing so will really enhance your enjoyment and appreciation of the overall scope of the series and give you more insight into the backstories of this great group of heroes and the strong women who love them. In Cold Day in Hell, Alexander takes us out of Dallas, Texas, and into the Columbian jungle where Tyrell (Tye) Castillo has been sent on behalf of his company, Lost and Found, Inc., a newly formed investigation firm working with the FBI to bring down an infamous South American drug lord. His mission was supposed to be easy until his Columbian contact, Ana Cisneros, decides to take matters into her own hands, becoming a threat to Manuel Ortega’s drug empire and a prime target for elimination. Sparks fly between Tye and Ana when they finally meet, but they aren’t the good kind with fluttering hearts and butterflies. No, these two stubborn individuals clash from the very beginning because they both have different agendas for accomplishing this mission. While this is just a routine job for Tye, Ana has a personal vendetta against Ortega and is seeking revenge. Instead of going it alone, she tries to convince Tye to help her, and along the way the two become more than just allies. Expect lots of sexual tension and one particularly steamy love scene that cements their bond, for better or worse.Ana and Tye have a lot more in common than they think, which only strengthens the connection they have. By getting both characters’ POVs, it is evident that they each carry around a lot of emotional baggage, including survivor’s guilt. Ana’s and Tye’s background stories provide depth and lend believability to their thoughts and actions over the course of the book and helped me to identify and connect with them so that I became emotionally invested in the outcome of their story. Ana may be tiny in physical stature, but she has a huge heart, lots of grit, and a deadly aim, earning her Tye’s respect and admiration. He frequently calls her his “little warrior,” and Ana most definitely is a fighter. After all that has happened to her, every time she gets knocked down (figuratively and literally) she gets right back up and perseveres. At times, I wondered if Ana’s single-minded focus on vengeance would cause her to take unnecessary risks and jeopardize the safety of others, but I was relieved to see that this isn’t the case at all. The plot is filled with action, danger, and suspense drawing forth themes of loyalty to family and country, the cost of revenge and betrayal, and, finally, the need to fight for love if and when the opportunity comes along. I am so looking forward to the next book, No Chance in Hell, which will feature the Marcus’ story, and based on the excerpt I’ve read, I know it’s going to be good! I received a copy of this book from the author for an honest review.

[jpress1206 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

*Over +18First off, let's just say how amazing this cover is. We get to follow Ty thru the sweltering jungle of Colombia to fight the drug cartel while attempting to rescue his contact who wound up getting herself snatched. Ty and Ana both are well developed characters, both with their own agendas and both heading in different directions in their missions. The author must have done a ton of research on jungles due to the wonderful descriptions of the individual creepy-crawlies and landscape. The one-on-one here is intense. Sparks fly along with the bullets! Great action and the passion sizzles. Alexander keeps tabs on all of the original characters from the first book in the Lost and Found, Inc. series. I am looking forward to reading about Marcus and Jake's stories. I loved Hell or High Water and this is a fantastic followup.