Hard to Forget

Hard to Forget

by Incy Black

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Overview

Four years ago, Major Jack Ballentyne followed Special Agent Lowry Fisk into a death trap. Fortunately, both of them lived to tell the tale, but when he had Lowry drummed out of the British Intelligence Service for her own safety—and his own peace of mind—he knew she'd never forgive him.

Lowry Fisk knew, she just knew, that the Service had a mole, and it was up to the Assassins, the secret black-ops unit of the Service she and Jack belonged to, to find him. And as the Assassins leader, Jack should have believed her, even though she had little evidence beyond a gut feeling. But when he hadn't, she'd taken it upon herself to find the traitor—and ended up assaulted, shot, and left for dead. Jack had come to her rescue, but it had been too little, too late. Now all she wants to do is forget the attack, the Service, and the sexy, steely-eyed Major with the power to make her feel weak.

But the mole is on the move, and he's coming for Lowry to finish what he started. Jack has to get the stubborn, dangerously gorgeous woman to let him back into her life and allow him to protect her—without allowing her to worm her way into his heart.

Each book in the Black Ops Heroes series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Series Order:
Book #1 Hard to Hold
Book #2 Hard to Forget
Book #3 Hard to Protect

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781633750838
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 10/06/2014
Series: Black Ops Heroes , #2
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 258
Sales rank: 253,672
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

It took a swan dive from a roof to convince Incy (aged 5) she wasn't an avenging fairy and that no, she most certainly couldn't fly. Bruised but undefeated she retreated deeper into her make-believe world populated with heroes, heroines and super villains, where good always triumphs over evil--eventually. When her imagination gets too crowded, and the voices in her head too loud, she depopulates by spilling her characters and events onto paper.

Born in Zimbabwe but raised in a most peculiar village in Dorset, she hates camping and traveling (unless it's first class), having spent two years, and every cursed weekend and holiday for ten years thereafter, traveling round Europe in a VW camper van with her parents and two brothers.

When not fighting injustice and righting wrongs on 'Planet Incy' she works as a Marketing Director, and slaves as a cook, cleaner and homemaker. Unfortunately, her law degree (University College, London) languishes unused, the distinction between good and evil proving too worrisome in real life.

Now living in Berkshire, her five children are well versed in what scares her (most things) and delight in pushing her neurotic buttons--at their peril.

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Hard to Forget


By Incy Black, Tracy Montoya

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2014 Lindsey Hughes
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-083-8


CHAPTER 1

The Wainwright Gallery, London.

Four years later.


His back to the jostling guests, Jack Ballentyne studied the wild spread of vivid canvases lining the expanse of whitewashed brick wall. Lowry's work was good. Damn good. The colors strong and vibrant. The brush strokes bold and unhesitant, spirited even.

He hadn't broken her, not completely.

For the first time since the order had come through for him to get back in contact with her to deliver a warning, the knot in his gut eased. Turning his back on the paintings, he leaned against a faux-rusted iron girder — one of twelve such vertical supports lending an artisan chicness to the excruciatingly fashionable gallery.

He scoured the heaving throng of guests for his target — Lowry -bloody- Fisk. Finding her in this mob wouldn't be easy. But then, when had she ever done simple?

Certainly never in the two years she'd spent under his command. Not even for one goddamn day.

That she had compromised him as a professional, he could forgive — just. That she had compromised him as a man? Not. A. Chance.

He'd unashamedly shagged half of London to lay her ghost to rest. Yet still she haunted him. Four fucking years of her drifting into his mind uninvited. One thousand four hundred and sixty disturbed sleeps — those stormy gray-green eyes of hers dark with pain. Accusing him of betrayal, of letting her down. Small wonder he was an insomniac.

Irritated, suddenly impatient, he re-scanned the press of bodies. The rich, the titled, the celebrated. Standout colors of couture frocks hurt his eyes. The heavy mix of competing scents and colognes curled his nostrils. Before joining the Service, with his pedigree, he'd been destined for a lead role among the socially elite. Thank fuck he'd rejected it.

Now where the hell was she?

As if warned of his darkening mood, the throng magically parted.

And all breath slammed from his chest.

Lowry-bloody-Fisk. Standing surrounded, yet isolated. Her eyes, wide and watchful, darting over her guests in an exclamation of distrust and suspicion. Her body, long and lithe, delicately turned with tempting soft curves, taut and under strain, poised for imminent flight.

Fuck. A tethered goat, helpless bait in a lion's den, could not have looked more panicked. Was he to blame? Is that what he'd done to her? There was no denying he'd been tough on her. He'd had to be — she'd redefined pain in the ass. And, not content with taxing his patience and testing his temper, she'd had to go and tempt him. Tempt him into giving a damn, when he'd long ago vowed never again to allow anyone to get close enough to make him care. He'd only screw up. Best way to keep them safe? Get them to stay the hell away.

Lowry's head swung in his direction, a stray tendril of her hair catching in the crease of her lips.

His lungs kicked back into action. He spun on his heel fast. Oh, they'd duel tonight — but not yet. Not until he had a grip. Not until he remembered he was not supposed. To. Give. A. Fuck.

Teeth clenched, he rolled his back muscles against the knot bridging his shoulders. Christ, he needed a drink. Something strong to scorch on the way down, then slow-burn like a sonofabitch when it hit his gut.

Lowry-bloody-Fisk.

He'd first hyphenated her name on learning she'd been assigned to his team. Within a week, his curse had strengthened to the unprintable. Across the seven languages and innumerable dialects in which he was fluent.

Her first public challenge to his leadership, he'd laughed off. Her second, third, fourth, and fifth, he'd let pass with a sharp reprimand. He'd benched her for the sixth, insisting she be anchored to a desk. Even then she hadn't quit. If anything, she'd become even more of a pain in the ass. Imagining subterfuge and corruption where none existed. Quietly defying his orders as if they were nuns' farts, best politely ignored.

Her seventh challenge had finished her — he shot her. Fuck near killed her.

His gut twisted. The memory of her — prone, her blood leaking a lake between his fingers, the pearl-blond of her hair a halo against the filthy concrete floor — as crystal clear as the night it had happened four years ago.

Some man, all soft, sweaty, and city slick in tailored pinstripes, staggered against him carelessly, jolting him back to the present.

Without thought, Jack shouldered back hard. No apology. Not even when the man stumbled and would have fallen, had his indignant companions not caught him.

Deadpan, he stared the group down, not giving an inch until they shambled off. Idiotic, because his orders had been simple, but specific — stay the fuck off radar. But Lowry had him ready to split open his own skin. A minor contretemps eased the pressure.

A silver tray floated into sight. He snatched a flute of pale gold liquid, the bubbles still rising and breaking in a soft hiss. Bloody champagne. He'd have sacrificed his right bollock for something a lot stronger.

The pretty server — body like a goddess — paused, checked him out, and, judging by the blatant invitation in her eyes, she liked the view.

Jack saluted her with his drink and slow-grinned his own appreciation. His eyebrows slowly climbed of their own volition when she winked in an unspoken promise that she'd be back to collect ... and he knew she wasn't referring to his glass.

His body tightened in anticipation. Maybe a few hours solace in the arms of a beautiful woman was just what he needed — because his job sure wasn't providing the distraction he craved like an addict. It hadn't for a while.

He scoured an open palm across the length of his face and grimaced when his fingers met the two- or maybe three-day-old stubble shadowing his chin. Shit. Casually — and, he had to concede, carelessly — dressed head to toe in black, from his grandfather's battered leather flying jacket to his scuffed, albeit hand-tooled leather boots, he had to look like an over-aged delinquent with a Goth complex. Not that he cared, but he couldn't afford to be memorable. His job might not be cutting it right now, but it was his life, and recognition would see him flying a desk faster than Alice from Data Retrieval shucked her panties.

Shit. Shit. Shit. When the order had come through to warn Lowry off, he should have delegated. Sent in someone with whom open combat wasn't a given. She'd only have to suspect he was close, and she'd bristle and spit, her tight little body quivering with fury. Not good, when his own body was already revving in hungry anticipation.

He looked down, saw his hand was less than steady, and clenched his jaw tight enough for the crack to be heard above the hubbub of the chattering masses.

Jesus, one glimpse of her, Lowry Fisk — the first in four years — and he was as twitchy as a raw recruit, first time under fire.

Sonofabitch and to hell with this. He'd confront her. Caution her, then get the fuck out of her orbit. Is wasn't like he hadn't done it before.

In a single belt, he downed his drink, making no effort to hide his grimace. Reaching forward, he placed the now-empty glass, with its impossibly delicate stem, on the waiting tray. The flirty server, as wickedly promised, had returned.

With a forced grin as close to civilized as he could muster, he shrugged a flattered-but-not-tonight-darling apology, which earned him a disappointed pout. Hell, the foul mood he was in, Miss L.W.A — luscious, willing, and able — should count herself lucky for the narrowest of escapes.

Lowry-bloody-Fisk, on the other hand, had just run out of time.


* * *

Lowry had taken refuge near the rear of the gallery. Butterflies with blades for wings swooped in her stomach. She wrapped her arms across her midriff, her hands rubbing her upper arms against a sudden chill. Someone was watching her, tracking her; she could feel it. Or it might just be another hated flashback, brought on by the pressure of her opening night.

Adrian, her agent, would kill her if he discovered she'd deliberately released the lock to the back exit. A wise precaution to her way of thinking, but he wouldn't agree. His priority was to protect property. Her only concern, escape — should the need arise.

She tried measuring each inhale and exhale of breath against a slow countdown from a hundred. Maybe if she just focused hard enough, she could pretend her skin didn't itch and her spine wasn't threatening to rip free and leave her to her own damned fate.

Suddenly conscious of the pathetic impression she must be giving, she straightened her shoulders and forced her arms to her sides. Not quite sure what to do with her hands, she fisted them tight. Better that than allow her fingers to clutch and twist the slate-gray silk of the dress skimming her thighs.

Her throat, already as dry as week-old toast, tightened. She snuck out the tip of her tongue to moisten her lips. God, she didn't want this. Not the tittering. Not the strangers. Not the fear.

Especially not the fear.

What the hell had she been thinking? Tonight — the solo show, the blaze of publicity — huge mistake. If her little foray into the public eye backfired, it could finish her. For good this time. Four years was a long time. Long enough for her attacker to forget her? The lighting in the warehouse had been poor, but what if he recognized her? What if he didn't trust her to keep her mouth shut? What if he came after her to make sure that she did?

Gritting her teeth, she damped down the gnawing anxiety fast. Losing control wasn't an option. Not when she'd only just seized it back.

Bloody past.

Her history didn't exactly qualify for a cheer or even a hesitant ripple of applause. But she hadn't let it beat her. Change her, yes. But not beat her. And that was what tonight was all about — vindication.

Only mildly emboldened by that reminder, she darted quick little glances at her milling guests, trusting not a one of them.

The tiny hairs at the nape of her neck pricked. The little pants escaping her mouth puffed at loose strands of her hair. To hell with the promise she'd made herself not to run. To stop hiding. She could smell the threat in the air.

She twisted her body, her hips going one way, her shoulders the other, and it was all she could do not to claw at those obstructing her path as she attempted to thread a fast exit through the crowd.

A heavy arm draped around her lower back and pulled her in tight for a quick squeeze.

"Seventeen red stickers, only six left to sell. Unbelievable!"

She stared blankly at her agent. Couldn't Adrian see she had more important things to worry about than the sale of a few pictures?

Survival for a start.

His brow puckering, Adrian dipped his knees to better capture her line of sight. Then, his eyes rolling heavenwards, he reached forward and positioned his forefingers at the corners of her mouth. The gentle pressure he applied was upward in direction. "I know this isn't easy for you, but could you at least pretend to smile?"

"Someone's watching me — I need to go," she blurted, thrusting him aside. He was blocking her view.

"Lowry, sweetheart, everybody's watching you. What did you expect? They're insanely curious about the hermit-girl responsible for the paintings. You've worked hard for this; we both have. Don't blow it, not after you've come so far. Please, cupcake, your adoring public awaits."

Sweetheart? Cupcake? She bit back a sharp reprimand. Adrian didn't know about the man who, while holding her down, had used those same sweet nothings and a whole lot more besides. No one did. Not even the staff at the PTSD hospital after her last mission with the Service, who — clueless about anything beyond her bullet wound and fracturing mind — had thought it comforting to shower her in obscenely affectionate endearments.

Adrian, clearly determined to draw her back into the melee, seized her hand and tugged. She dug her heels deep, resisting. She also freed her fingers and scrubbed her palm against her thigh as if contaminated.

His look, ever patient but pitying, flooded her cheeks with color. She hadn't meant to be rude, but touching was a no-no. "Fifteen minutes more, then I leave," she warned him quietly, hoping to make amends.

"Make it an hour, and I'll not only call you a taxi, I'll even cover the fare," he pleaded.

Her nerve endings flashed worse than any lightning storm. Another sixty minutes? Could she last that long? One quick look at her best — her only — friend's excited face, and she knew she didn't have a choice. "Okay, lead on," she agreed weakly.

Smiling hurt. Her cheeks ached with the strain, as did her muscles from the effort of trying not to jerk and recoil at every stranger's touch. With no wall to protect her back, people hovered dangerously close, outside of her line of vision; the brush of their unknown bodies jolting bolts of anxiety the length of her spine. Where the hell was Adrian?

Not for the first time, or even the fourth or fifth, she smoothed a moist palm against the silk of her dress and ran through her particular fashion "must" list for reassurance. All pieces dark in color to blend with shadows, check. Skirts and dresses short and cut loose to allow uninhibited flight, check. Stiletto heels — normally avoided — a half-size too big, so she could kick them free and run, check —

From behind, a hand clasped her shoulder.

She squirmed free, staggered forward, quickly stifling the squeal on her lips in case the touch had been an innocent mistake. Deafened by the sound of blood gushing through her head, she spun around, her arms instinctively raised somewhere between attack and defense.

Her assailant swore and raised his palms to calm. "Easy ... I didn't mean to startle you."

Battling the palpitations threatening to crack her chest, she pushed the humiliating weight of paranoia aside and forced herself to make eye contact, an apology for her skittishness ready on the tip of her tongue.

Her vision cleared, and she stopped herself just in time. "You!"

That past she'd buried? She should have staked it first. Dead center through the heart. It might have prevented its resurrection.

"Yes, me." Jack, visibly bracing his shoulders, closed in. Probably to halt a line of braying men from cutting between them. "I take it you have yet to forgive me?"

With the crowd tight behind her, she couldn't run. She couldn't even step back. "Damn right. So piss off." Language she hadn't used since being tossed out by the Service, but in this man's company, the coarseness flooded back. Some words, however ugly, said it all.

She stared fixedly at his long fingers, now curled around her wrist. "Let go, Ballentyne, or so help me, I'll scream, and a man like you doesn't need the attention."

His grin was lazy. Deliberately provocative.

Her heart dithered with indecision. Speed up, or stop beating altogether?

"A man like me? And what kind of man is that, Lowry?"

A rash of invisible pinpricks danced the surface of her skin. She leaned back into the crowd behind her. Distance from Jack Ballentyne, more imperative than any danger strangers might pose. "A stained man. A violent man. A heartless, brutal, scary bastard who —"

"Okay, okay. I get it," he interrupted, one palm back up. "You don't like me much."

"Wrong. I don't like you at all. You embody everything I abhor, what any decent, person would abhor." That should cut his misplaced amusement off at the knees.

She jerked her wrist.

His fingers squeezed, his grin slipping into a hard, straight line. "Point taken, Fisk. We'll keep this short. I'd appreciate a word. Somewhere less public."

Her lungs flattened. The gallery spun, colors swirling, the disconnected snippets of chatter from her guests, too loud for her ears. "Appreciate away. This is as private as I ever want to be with you. Now get the hell away from me."

"Not until you hear me out."

She opened her mouth to make good on her threat to scream. Closed it again when his fingers tightened further and he jerked her flush against him.


(Continues...)

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Hard to Forget 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Mennina1 More than 1 year ago
Lowry used to be a special agent who was following her gut instinct. She was investigating a dirty agent, and ended up in an extremely horrible situation. She ends up getting raped, shot and kicked out of the Agency. The worst for her is that no one would believe her. She ends up in seclusion and labeled a bit of a nut case. Jack used to be Lowry's commander and had a difficult time with the rest of the crew making fun of her behind her back. Jack has to touch base with her again, but doesn't really want to. There area a lot of unresolved feelings that he has for her. Lowry ends up coming face to face with her rapist and Jack goes off the grid to help her. They work together to take out the bad guys, but Lowry doesn't always trust Jack. Great book. Kept me on the edge of my seat and didn't want to put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not too shabby... Good read, but was missing something for me in comparison to other romantic-suspense books I've read.
Cheryl-S More than 1 year ago
Lowry Fisk, Special Agent with the British Intelligence Service, had broken ranks and went undercover.  She tried to tell anyone who would listen that there was a dirty agent somewhere high up in the Service but no one would listen.  She'd been dubbed a conspiracy theorist.  While undercover, horrible things happened to her and when the Service busted the skin trade op, she tried to go after the man who had hurt her.  He got away and she was shot.  Four years later, no longer an agent, she sees HIM again and she runs.  She runs straight to Jack Ballentyne.  Mistake!  He didn't believe in her four years ago and he doesn't now either, until attempts are made on her life.  Will he believe her when she finally tells him who it is and what exactly he did to her?  Will her father believe her? Jack is a huge a$$ but when he falls, it's a sight to see.  Great story!  Extremely well written.  I was so entrenched in the story I couldn't put it down until the last page was turned.  Bravo Incy Black!  I can't wait to read book one.  This book can definitely be read as a stand alone. Received a copy in exchange for an honest review.
mysticrosetiger More than 1 year ago
This book is a great read. Lowry and Jack story is sometimes you would do anything for the person you love no matter what and then some.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
This is definitely one book that is hard to forget! Overflowing with gripping suspense, incredible chemistry between the H/h, and deep dark emotions. The writing is fantastic with a fast pace that makes this book hard to put down. Put this one on the top of the tbr list, I highly recommend it.
aprilrenee1976 More than 1 year ago
Heart Pounding Action, with Vertiable Bumpy Ride =Alpha Male + Stubborn Female=Dangerously Good Read The beginning of this book played out like a cannon shot a lead ball into my stomach. Dread iced my heart but I was hooked. Lowry Fisk is a heroine who believes in doing what’s right, no matter the risks and naively believed that Jack Ballentyne would come for her, when in the end, he did and blew her world to shreds. 4 years later, a damaged Lowry is back putting her life together while walking a tightrope of feelings when it comes to Jack. Part of her wants him so far under the ground, its not funny—the other half of her wants him under her body . Jack on the other hand has this strange fascination when it comes to Lowry –bloody Fisk. He was and is so fascinated by her that he had her booted out of the service 4 years ago. Jack is tormented by his fantasies of Lowry , of what he had to do to keep her safe but here she is 4 years later and she is back, slowly starting the start to drive him into insanity. On top of it Lowry is thought to be crazy from the incident that happened 4 yrs ago which caused her discharge from the service, which Jack was a part of. This is a horrible incident that Jack didnt help to investigate -all because Lowry was in shock and just wanted it all to end. This is where we see Jack’s inner turmoil. His “the end justifies the means” thoughts.. where we see the real villain spring to life and Lowry vow to take him out no matter what and Jack go totally ALPHA to protect whats HIS even though he hasn’t spoken his feelings to her yet. This books has the twists and turns that you DO NOT see coming, but that is what makes this book totally awesome. I hope to see Jack’s brother get his own book and all other secondary characters get their own books someday soon. This world that Ms. Black wrote about was so vivid that I felt very much a part of. What can I say? Great characters, action packed, wonderful premise, twists, turns, and ending with a good HEA .       My Rating :4.7 stars ****      ****A gifted copy was provided by the publisher for an honest review****
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
I have read the first book in this series and this one was as intense. Right from the start, I was so enthralled with Lowry. Just felt so much compassion and protectiveness for her. She experienced so much trauma and fear along with feeling alone. My heart simply broke for her. And then there was Jack. I don't know how many times I rolled my eyes at him. He was so dang alpha and unbending. But throughout the story he grew on me and I did like him in the end.   The story itself was really good. Nonstop action, many feelings felt and a quick but satisfying end to the craziness surrounding Lowry and Jack.   I received this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
weluvdopey More than 1 year ago
Awesome Book!! This book was awesome! This is book two in the Hard to Series and it kept my attention from the first page, until I finished it. Former agent Lowry Fisk has been running from her past for years, she knows that there is a mole in the agency, and has been staying out of limelight so that the assassins can’t find her. She was on a mission and it went horribly wrong, she was shot by Jack who was a fellow agent because was trying to protect her. After she healed from the gunshot wound she was forced out of the agency on a dishonorably discharge which was lead by Jack. All Lowry wants to do is try and get on with her life, however she knows too much and now the assassins have found her after all of these years. Jack now has to protect Lowry again, and trying to keep his feeling for her hidden. This book has it all, romance, mystery, suspense, and hot agents. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series. A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
Blsfan68 More than 1 year ago
Very pleasantly surprised by this book. Fast paced action and very well written, you can't help but keep reading! The tension and fighting between Jack and Lowry serve to add to the suspense. I loved the true to life feelings and emotions that resulted to misunderstandings between all of the characters.
Splashesintobooks1 More than 1 year ago
Gosh - this book certainly lives up to its title - it will certainly be hard to forget and will want to re-read in future. It pulls no punches in this tale of espionage, secret ops and the characters therein. Four years ago the heroine,  Lowry Fisk, believed their was a mole in their operational team, the Assassins. Considered renegade because of these beliefs, she ended up being shot by her team leader,  Major Jack Ballentyne, in an operation that went wrong and then he had her drummed out of the service for her own safety. As part of that operation, unknown to Jack, she was raped and now the rapist is out to silence her. . . .  The story is action packed from start to finish, the characters human- good, bad and not quite sure at times - still remain believable, fraught with emotional entanglements, uncertainties and prepared to do anything to succeed in their ultimate goals. They dynamics between Lowry and Jack are a powder keg just waiting to explode, the tension between them is palpable to the reader and other characters around them. The author is gifted at making the reader empathise with them both, whilst also wanting to knock sense into them at the same time! As you may have gathered, I really thoroughly enjoyed this book and recommend it without reservation to everyone who likes a true thriller with lots of action, fantastic characters and believable action. This is certainly an author I'll be looking out for in future! Thanks very much to the author and publisher for giving me an ARC to read in exchange for this, an honest review. I hope I've tempted you to read this brilliant book, it certainly deserves to be read by a wide audience IMHO.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Calling all spy fans... This was a sock to gut, rip-roaring thrill ride. Not only did the suspense have me on the edge of my seat, but the sexual chemistry between Jack and Lowry just blew me away. With grit, realistic characters, and Ms. Black's knack for drawing the reader into world of intrigue and espionage...her second book will be a hard one to forget.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
'Hard to Forget' is a fast-paced, gritty, sexy story. Full of strong, realistic characters, which showcase this author's amazing, unique voice perfectly. The dark, action- packed scenarios are not for the squeamish. Every unsavoury incident reveals more about Jack and Lowry and those involved in their deadly pursuit. Jack and Lowry are characterised by their mental toughness and emotional detachment. Haunted by a terrible incident in their professional past, their physical scars hide unwanted emotional vulnerability. This makes them wary of the other's motives and unwilling to acknowledge the desire that draws them together. The sexual tension between Jack and Lowry explodes into heat and steam and finally love. A happy ever after hangs in the balance. Will they overcome their inner demons and outwit the deadly menace that pursues them? This story is relentless there is no time to sit back and relax but it's worth the angst. 'Hard to Forget' has the addictive quality of a spy novel combined with the grit and realism of a psychological thriller. I received a copy of this book from the author in return for an honest review.