Rogue

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by Brynley Blake

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Rogue by Brynley Blake

Reeling from the death of her daring Navy SEAL brother, reserved McKenzie Prescott decides to honor him in the only way she can think of—by finishing his bucket list. Suddenly, she’s doing things she’s never dreamed of—like jumping off waterfalls...and inviting the intoxicating stranger she meets in Las Vegas to help her with some of the more racy items on the list…

Noah Payne used to be a Navy SEAL…until his job cost him his family. Now he wants revenge, and he’s not above playing dirty to get it. His current mission—to find a missing shipment of guns—is the last piece of the puzzle. But his only lead is Liam Prescott’s bucket list. Noah figures that by getting close to Liam’s sister, McKenzie, he’ll soon get his hands on the list. Only keeping his hands off a suddenly sexy McKenzie is turning out to be the real challenge!

Each book in the Phoenix Rising series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Series Order:
Book #1 Rogue
Book #2 Renegade

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781640631038
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 05/15/2017
Series: Phoenix Rising , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 259
Sales rank: 149,440
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Brynley Blake has had a lifelong love affair with words. She earned her degree in English and Creative Writing from the University of Texas at Austin and wrote magazine feature stories for years before turning to writing fiction. She writes the kind of books she likes to read: steamy contemporary romances featuring smart, sassy heroines with a sense of humor and strong, dominant alpha males who love their women a little feisty.

Brynley loves adventures, rainy days, books, worn-in jeans, hot coffee, cold beer, red wine, exploring new places, and happily ever afters. She lives in Texas with her family and an assortment of pets. When she's not writing, she loves to read, spend time with her family, and travel. She writes contemporary and erotic romance as Brynley Blake and Brynley Bush.

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Rogue

Phoenix Rising Series


By Brynley Blake, Brenda Chin

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2017 Brynley Blake
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-64063-103-8


CHAPTER 1

McKenzie

I stand at the edge of the rocky ledge, ready to step off and probably plunge to my own death in the crystal blue water seventy-five feet below. But I'm here to do a job, and dammit, I'm going to do it, even if my heart is pounding and I'm pretty sure I'm about to pee my pants, vomit, or maybe both. Who in their right mind jumps off perfectly solid ground into a waterfall? Especially one this high?

My brother, that's who. He'd gotten every ounce of thrill-seeking DNA in the Prescott family, leaving none for me. He'd started his bucket list when we were kids, and over the years, he'd added to it and then systematically began ticking off each item on the list, starting with becoming a Navy SEAL. That had enabled him to check off quite a few other things as well — meeting the president, learning to sail, skydiving, parachuting, learning another language, riding in a helicopter, flying a Cessna, and kissing a girl on every continent, not counting Antarctica. And not just kissing, he'd added with that slow and easy grin of his as I'd covered my ears and hummed. No little sister wants to hear the sordid details of her big brother's sexual escapades, particularly when they're as legendary as my brother's apparently were.

He'd finished some of the things on the list with his band of brothers, the men who served on his SEAL team with him, and who were just as crazy and just as addicted to adrenaline as he was. My brother had done more living in twenty-eight years than most people do in a lifetime.

But then he died, killed in Pakistan during a covert mission that according to U.S. officials never even happened. I swipe the back of my hand angrily across my eyes. I am NOT going to cry. Not today. Not here in Costa Rica with Jorge, the adventure tour guide I hired through the hotel where I'm staying, watching me with concern in his dark chocolate eyes. I somehow managed to pull myself out of the whirlpool of grief long enough to get here, and I'm determined to not let it pull me under again.

I take a deep breath, trying to beat back the panic. This is for Liam. Liam, who will never tug my hair again or flash that mischievous smile of his at me, which when we were kids, usually meant I was going to end up in trouble, or on one particularly memorable occasion, in the back of a police car. This is for Liam, who will never finish his bucket list.

Jorge's soft-spoken voice interrupts my thoughts. "You okay, senorita? You want to do this, yes?" He looks about as skeptical as I feel, probably because I have a death grip on his arm. And to be honest, I don't look like the kind of girl who'd jump off a seventy-five-foot waterfall. I look like the kind of girl who's more comfortable at a Tupperware party than in the jungle.

I loosen my grip and nod. I can do this. For Liam. I close my eyes and step off the ledge.


* * *

I wake up to the sound of pots clanging and hushed voices murmuring in the next room. My head throbs and my cotton-like tongue feels like it's two sizes too big for my mouth. I open my eyes and look around the unfamiliar darkened room. It's small but tidy, with white tile floors, simple curtains that billow slightly from the breeze wafting through the open window, a small side table, and a set of plastic shelves. I'm lying in a twin-sized bed, wearing a soft cotton dress that definitely isn't mine. Oh God. Where am I?

Panic starts to close in, and I suddenly can't breathe. My heart starts racing, and I feel clammy and sweaty all at the same time as a wave of nausea rolls over me. Dammit, McKenzie, this is not the time for a panic attack! Then again, maybe it is. Maybe I've been kidnapped like the women my best friend Charlotte told me about when she tried to talk me out of taking this trip. Maybe I'm about to be sold into some sex trafficking ring or held ransom for drug money.

Consumed by an overwhelming need to get the hell out of here, I throw off the lightweight blanket and sit up abruptly. Unfortunately, my head doesn't agree with this plan, and everything goes black for a few seconds.

As my vision clears, I catch a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye and look up in time to see a little girl of about ten, whom I hadn't even noticed sitting in the corner, scamper out of the room. A minute later, Jorge enters, accompanied by a woman with long, dark hair tied back to reveal a round face, smooth olive skin, and clear brown eyes.

"Senorita, are you okay?" Jorge's gaze is filled with concern. I wonder if he always looks like this or if it's just when I'm around. I remember that same expression of trepidation mixed with wariness when we were at the top of the falls. Oh my God. The falls. It all comes rushing back to me in a flood of memories: my fingers digging into Jorge's arm as I contemplated the seventy-five-foot drop into the frothy, churning water below, the roar of the rapids, the welcoming cold mist of droplets cooling my skin, which was sweaty from the three-mile hike up to the top, and the determination and love for my brother that finally compelled me to step off the edge of sanity and into the chaos below.

What struck me first was how loud it was — much louder than I expected — as water pounded against water, the sound almost like gunfire. Then I realized there actually was gunfire. Suspended in air over the deep pool below me, I caught a blurred glimpse of black moving through the trees, and another figure in camo facing the falls, a machine gun in his hands. It was completely surreal, and I watched with a curious sense of detachment, like I had a front row seat at a Tom Cruise movie.

Not for long, though. My attention was diverted by the more immediate and disturbing realization that I had just jumped off the top of a freaking waterfall and I was currently freefalling through the air toward my certain death. When I first researched waterfall jumping, I read accounts from people who'd done it. They said that jumping into the falls was peaceful, like becoming one with the waterfall and you were just a drop of the whole. Me? I felt nothing but terror all the way down.

After what seemed like forever, I finally plunged into the clear blue pool below, and as the water closed over me, the world stopped. It was eerily quiet after the cacophony above, and for a second, I wondered if I was dead. Unlike the chaos of the falls, this was peaceful, and I just wanted to stay there, wrapped in the comforting embrace of liquid blue silence with no memories to haunt me.

Then Jorge was there, dragging me up out of the water, fear in his eyes as he searched my face.

"Are you okay? Were you hit?" he demanded in his thickly accented English.

"What? No! I didn't hit anything but the water." Euphoria and pride flared through me as I realized I'd actually just jumped off a waterfall. I gripped his shoulders and practically shook him in my exhilaration. "I did it, Jorge! I did it!"

I followed his gaze to my shoulder, where a stream of red rivulets trailed down my arm to my fingertips before dripping into the water, where it slowly swirled into pink before dissolving entirely into the endless blue. The last thing I remember was Jorge's voice from far away saying, "Senorita?" At the memory, my fingers tentatively touch my shoulder and encounter a thick bandage made of gauze and tape.

"What happened?" I ask, willing myself not to freak out.

"A bullet grazed your shoulder," Jorge explains. "Gracias a Dios!" He makes the sign of the cross over his faded T-shirt. "It could have been so much worse."

I stare at him, not quite comprehending what he's saying. The gunfire had been real? "A bullet? How did I get hit by a bullet jumping off a waterfall?"

"There were several men," Jorge tells me. "I don't know where they came from. They weren't there, and then they were. They started shooting as soon as you jumped." He scrubs his hand across his face. "I thought they'd killed you when you didn't come back up after you hit the water. They must have, too, because they disappeared as quickly as they appeared. I managed to get you out and carried you here. To my home."

He nods at the woman at his side. "This is my wife, Rosita. She doesn't speak very much English, but she works as a nurse at the hospital in San Jose, and she bandaged your arm. You were in shock, so she gave you a sedative. She said sleep would help you heal."

I glance from my shoulder to Rosita. "Gracias."

She nods slightly, but she doesn't smile back.

"I haven't told the authorities what happened. It's none of my business."

I stare at him. "What do you mean you haven't told the authorities? I got shot! Don't they need to know?" I can't help the panic from creeping into my voice.

He shrugs. "When a beautiful woman traveling alone — one who is afraid of heights — hires me to take her waterfall jumping, I know something does not add up. But I have what you Americans call good instincts, and I feel sure that despite whatever trouble you are in, you have a good heart. I couldn't just leave you in the jungle at the mercy of those men, regardless of what you did. But I have my family to think about. Rosita assures me your injuries are not serious and you will be fine to travel. I will be happy to take you back to your hotel, or if that is not safe for you, I can send my brother to get your bags for you. But you cannot stay here any longer. I'm sorry."

I'm having trouble wrapping my head around everything Jorge is saying. I look around for the video camera, sure I'm being punked. "What do you mean, 'what I did?' And what trouble? Why do you think I'm in trouble?" "Because they were shooting at you, senorita."

I suddenly can't breathe. I take a couple of huge gulps of air, trying to slow my racing heart. It's no use. The bullet didn't kill me, but I'm going to die anyway of a heart attack.

Rosita says something in Spanish to Jorge, and he peers into my face. "You don't look so good, senorita. You should lie down for a minute."

"But someone was shooting at me! Why was someone shooting at me?" My voice is getting higher and higher, with a wobble to it that matches the one in my stomach.

"You don't know why anyone would want to kill you? You wouldn't be the first American to come to our country for drugs." He studies my face.

"No! I swear! I'm just a wedding dress designer from North Carolina. I've never even smoked a cigarette, much less done drugs!" I'm on the verge of a full-blown panic attack.

Jorge lays his hand on my shoulder soothingly. "I am probably mistaken, senorita. This is Costa Rica. It's a little unusual to have this sort of crime outside of the city, but it's not unheard of. In fact, I read just yesterday that cocaine smuggling is becoming quite a problem here. It was probably nothing to do with you. It was most likely a drug deal gone bad. It is serious money here. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"You think?" I want to believe him. I have to believe him. Because why would anyone want to kill me? I've never touched drugs in my life, and I don't know a soul here, other than Jorge. In fact, no one knows I'm here other than my two best friends. I take a deep, calming breath. He's right. It couldn't have had anything to do with me.

He exchanges a look with his wife and then nods reassuringly. "Absolutely. All's well that ends well, no?"


* * *

Three days later ...

"Shut up!" My friend Gemma gapes at me as I tell her the story when I'm back at work at the tiny shop we own together with our friend Charlotte in the historic downtown area of Charleston. Although I got back the night before last, I slept almost a full twenty-four hours after the rushed but uneventful trip back home, which included a layover in Miami. Other than a quick text to my friends to let them know I was home, I hadn't mentioned why I had cut my trip a day short until we were all together this morning.

"It was terrifying! Thank God I didn't realize what was happening until it was all over. Jorge, the tour guide who took me to the volcano and whose wife made sure I was okay afterward, said I was lucky. But when I think about what could have happened ..." I shudder.

Back home, surrounded by the utter normality of my real life, the last few days in Costa Rica seem surreal. I'm still not sure my brain has fully processed everything that happened. Even with the reminder of my bandaged arm, I can't help but wonder if I imagined the whole thing — the waterfall, the men with guns, Jorge's house, and the unfamiliar but intoxicating exhilaration I felt after I realized I'd actually jumped off the falls. In fact, that alone is enough to make me wonder if it was all a dream, because that's definitely not like me at all.

"Maybe we should put the Las Vegas trip on hold," Charlotte suggests.

"We are NOT putting the Vegas trip on hold!" I slam my mug down so hard that coffee splashes onto the design spread out on the table in front of us. "It's the only thing on Liam's stupid list that I'm actually looking forward to. You guys cannot cop out on me."

I glare at the faces of my two closest friends.

"We're not copping out," Gemma reassures me. "But if men were shooting at you ..."

"They weren't shooting at me. I'm sure of it. The tour guide was sure of it. Why would they? I'm a twenty-four-year-old nobody who designs wedding dresses for a living. Unless that horrible Shelby Meyers put out a hit on me." I try to joke it off, referring to one of our most recent and notoriously high-maintenance clients who gave the term "bridezilla" a whole new meaning, but the memory still makes me uneasy.

Gemma laughs, but Charlotte still looks worried. "What about your arm?"

"It's fine," I assure her. "I went to the doctor yesterday, and she said it's healing nicely. It's not even that bad. And good news." I smile. "It's not even my dice-throwing arm!"

"As if you've ever even thrown dice," Charlotte scoffs.

"Exactly." I sigh. "Trying to finish Liam's list has made me realize that I lead an utterly boring and uneventful life. I'm like a twenty-four-year-old grandma."

"That's not true," Gemma says. "You've just had a lot to deal with in your life. Having fun and being reckless has never really been an option."

I'd like to believe her. But even when I was younger — before my mom got cancer when I was a junior in high school and died two years later; before my father had a heart attack a year after that; before Liam became a Navy SEAL and then got killed on some stupid mission in the Middle East — I was more content to sit under a tree with a sketch pad than climb it. I just don't have an adventurous spirit. Liam was the daredevil in the family. I was the careful one who always played it safe, afraid of stepping over the lines or causing any trouble. Although the way I felt after jumping off the falls had been pretty amazing.

It's one of the reasons finishing Liam's bucket list is so important to me. I've told my friends it makes me feel closer to Liam, which is true. It's also true that I want to finish the list for Liam since he can't, but if I asked his SEAL brothers, they'd do it in a heartbeat. But the real truth, the one I can only admit to myself, is I'm tired of living life in the shadows — afraid and cautious and always worried. I want to be like Liam. I want to feel alive and to experience everything in all of its technicolor brilliance. In a weird way, I feel like the bucket list is the last piece of advice I'm getting from my big brother, telling me life is short and I should stop being afraid of living. He's telling me it's my time to step out of the shadows and grab hold of every experience I can. To push the envelope and be bold and daring and fearless. He's even given me the blueprint for it.

"Maybe you should report it to the police," Charlotte suggests.

"And say what? I was at the wrong place at the wrong time and got caught in the middle of a firefight in the Costa Rican jungle? That sounds crazy. I'm not going back to Costa Rica anytime soon, but I'm fine! They weren't shooting at me. It was a fluke. A weird and scary one, but still, just a fluke."

Charlotte nods. "That's true. Why would anyone try to shoot you?" "Exactly," I say. "Now let's wrap up what we need to do for the wedding this weekend and get ready for Vegas! It's going to be a blast."


(Continues...)

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Rogue 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
Talk about an adventure! The action and travel was nonstop for McKenzie and Noah. She found her adventurous side through her brother's bucket list along with a little push from Noah. I loved their first meeting and could see it in my mind clear as day, walking through the club. Goodness that was freaking hot. And so began their dance. I liked Noah, despite his shady dealings unknown to McKenzie. He protected her and made her feel alive. And she brought him back to life and made him want things he thought long dead. I loved their interactions and how they truly got to know each other. It was a quick journey they were on, but very intense and in depth. Their journey only made me more curious about what the real story is with her brother's death and the gun smuggling. Who is the real Liam and who is the real Noah? We find the answer for Noah at the end, but must continue the series for Liam's resolution. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
nelriv More than 1 year ago
Received an ARC for my fair review for netgalley. Hmmm. What to say. It was not bad, and it did keep me entertained, however, it did contain, for me anyway, too much sex, that I felt detracted from story. McKenzie was still grieving the death of her brother Liam who she had on a pedestal and believed he could do no wrong. Liam was a Navy Seal killed in the line of Duty, and he leaves a bucket list behind and she feels she has to complete it, and while she is doing this she comes in contact with danger and she also feels closer to Liam. While doing this she meets Noah, who she is instantly attracted to. Noah is working for a drug cartel and assigned to get the bucket list from McKenzie, but when he sees her, she is not what he expected and there are sparks flying, he tries to fight the chemistry, because he has an agenda, which is to get revenge on those who killed his wife and daughter, and getting involved with McKenzie could disrupt that. He manipulates the situation so that she has to get his help in finishing list and they fall in love. Of course, she ends up finding out who he is and what he does, and is heartbroken, but who is he really? We do not get all the answers in this book
KnottyGirlReviews More than 1 year ago
Brynley Blake is a new author to me, but after reading Rogue, she is now firmly in my list of favorites! Wow! This book was a thrill from the get-go, and learning that this was the beginning of a series? I’m hooked! I stayed up the entire night to finish this, because once I started, I didn’t put it down. McKenzie Prescott is a nice, boring girl who has decided to honor her brother’s legacy by completing the items on his bucket list. Her brother Liam was a Navy SEAL who was her complete opposite, and died during a rescue mission in the Middle East. But, she’s shot at while diving off a waterfall. Figuring it’s a fluke, she heads off to Vegas where she meets Noah Payne. Noah is an ex-SEAL whose wife and daughter are killed by a drug kingpin, and all he lives for is revenge. McKenzie is surprised to see Noah again when she goes to complete another item on her bucket list, but is it because he wants to help her or himself? These two have the best chemistry I’ve seen in ages! I positively loved this book so much that if I could give it more than 5 stars I would! I am positively hooked on this series and can’t wait for the next one to come out. Ms Blake has created a series that will be talked about for years to come, with magnetic characters that jump off the pages. Simply excellence!
Tracy_Reads_Kissy_Books More than 1 year ago
Wow, this is a hard review to keep spoiler free, but I shall do it! Rogue is an exciting, suspenseful romance. It's about revenge and living. The action starts on page one and keeps going. It sucks you in and doesn't release you until the very end. Noah is out for revenge. McKenzie wants to live life to the fullest. They are forced together for a trip, and from there, the story gets even more exciting and oh so sexy. There is a great set up for another book, and I hope the questions left over from this book resolve it. Recommended to the suspenseful romance fan! *Review Copy requested and reviewed on behalf of OMGReads*
Lorizen More than 1 year ago
The book starts off with McKenzie in Costa Rica jumping off a waterfall to check off one of the items left on her late brothers bucket list. Coincidentally she's also shot at while she makes the jump. Minor flesh wound that is tended by her guides wife and she returns home. Liam was a Navy SEAL and was killed during a rescue op in the Middle East. McKenzie owns a wedding business with her two friends, she designs the one of a kind dresses. She also has a bit of a panic disorder. Next up on the list is a trip to Vegas so the three girls head out, it's there she meets the sexy Noah. Love at first sight? Nope. Noah is a retired SEAL,now working for a US drug lord and only doing it to avenge his wife and daughters death by a Mexican drug lord. The gist of the whole story is that it appears that Liam was selling weapons to this El Gato the American, Liam gets the money, dies and meanwhile the guns are missing. Someone decides his bucket list, which his sister possesses contains the clues to where the guns are, or even she might know something. Noah is sent in to get the info from her. In any way, shape or form. Took me a bit to really get into this book and I had to weave my way around the sex scenes at times, not that I'm not all for hot and steamy because I love them, I thought it was a tad overdone. It over road the storyline at times. Since Noah knows where she's going next, he turns up there and manipulates the situation and her to get her aboard his boat to check off the next few items. Meanwhile these two seem to fall for each other. And there are several twists and turns where McKenzie's life is in danger also. Things are not as they seem. When Walker, a friend from Liam's team shows up in Malaysia and he's also best friends with one of her best friends and business partner, he tries to tell her Noah is...... well not the Noah she thinks. Then yet another twist, and a few awkward moments to say the least and they decide to join forces to solve this. Divide and conquer. Yup that's what I thought!! But guess what? The book ends with a cliffhanger!! Looks like I'll be diving into the deep water while I wait for book two to come out. It's a good story, my first read from the author and a good start to hopefully a series. I'd like to see a little Walker and Gemma.
Mama_Likes_to_Read_Blog More than 1 year ago
I have loved Brynley's writing from her Black Brother's Trilogy. I know she can write hot man in tantalizing stories with juicy love scenes, so I was excited to see this book published. Rogue is a crazy, unique story that will keep you on the edge of your seat wondering, imagining and trying to figure the plot line out before it's revealed. But give up, now, don't resist. Just enjoy the story because you WON'T figure it out. Brynley's mind is one twisted, crazy mind and her story line here is just as evil. My mind is still running with the many possibilities and I have finished the book. But I will say, you can go on a tropical vacation in this book imagining all the beautiful places the characters sail to as Brynley describes each destination in gorgeous detail. It makes you feel like you are right there with the characters as they try to complete their mission. So we meet McKenzie Preston, young innocent girl who has two close friends who are her family. She has lost her real biological family and these girls are all she has left. McKenzie's brother, Liam, was a Navy SEAL who was killed in combat. He left behind a bucket list of things he wanted to do before he died. Since he couldn't finish them, she decides to check the items off one at a time. Now these are not little everyday items. Try jumping off of a waterfall in Costa Rica, or snorkeling in the Philippines, and diving in Malaysia. But there is one tiny problem for McKenzie. She is scared to death of getting out of her comfort zone. So as the book opens, she is ready to take that first leap and I think she would rather throw up first. Accomplishing this list will be no easy task, but she is determined to do it. Maybe her brother can help her live her life to the fullest. But she can't do it alone. So help is around the corner but is it good, honest help or does she find trouble lurking in the shadows? Her brother Liam has been suspected of engaging in some illegal activity and the people involved want their products. These bad people think McKenzie knows where their shipment is hiding and send an ex-Navy SEAL, Noah, to find her and their merchandise. But he doesn't plan for the unexpected feelings that develop. Noah has shut off and walled up his heart after losing his family to the drug lords. Now Noah must protect his heart and his life while trying to complete the mission at hand. The story heats up when there is conflict that the couple encounter. Unknown forces are trying to also find the items and the couple, so you never know when they will have company or conflict as they try to complete the list. The chemistry grows between them and gets very hot. Thank goodness there is water surrounding them for most of the story. You need to cool off after a night on the boat. The scenery is gorgeous and relaxing and the main show on the boat is hotter than you will imagine. I like McKenzie's character, she is timid and shy due to her past but learns to be strong. In a way her brother helps her find strength to be a stronger person and want to be happy and take life by the horns, so to speak. Especially with some of the bucket list items. Noah has a dominating personality who has some internal issues to figure out. Listen to his heart or his head and at the same time, keep them safe from whatever unknown forces are after them. Being an ex-Navy SEAL, you can imagine he has a nice body and a strong personality that can be harsh and demanding at times but it fits his character well
repsgoddess More than 1 year ago
Rogue by Brynley Blake is Book 1 of the Phoenix Rising Series. What a ride! I got so much more than I expected with Rogue! With plenty of action and adventure plus intrigue packed into this baby right here you will be sitting on the edge-of-your-seat. There are also some heated moments that include bits of BDSM to make an erotic reader happy too. Ms. Blake did a bang-up job delivering this well-executed story that will delight all kinds of readers. Please note that an ARC was generously provided in exchange for an honest review of which this is both honest and completely voluntary.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
I really liked this one! It is a great blend of mystery, suspense, and steaming hot romance. After losing her brother McKenzie Prescott is determined to live life large and finish her brothers bucket list. She's definitely going to need help completely some of the more...ummm...sexy items on the list so who better to ask than an incredibly hot stranger she meets in Vegas. Noah is a former SEAL who is now out to avenge the death of his wife and daughter. Getting close to McKenzie Prescott is necessary to complete his current mission. Never realizing how necessary she will become to his heart. I highly recommend this one.