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takes. Hell, I’m a basket case, too. I almost lost you. That’ll haunt me for the rest of my life.”

“Damn it, Nate. You’re making me cry,” she complained.

“All I want is to be with you.” Nate handed her some tissues, and pulled out a little ring box from his pocket.

He opened it, revealing a stunning, square cut ruby ring, deep and fiery, surrounded with small, glittering diamonds. “I love that color on you,” he said.

“It’s so beautiful,” Her voice choked up. “It’s perfect.”

Nate took her hand, and slid the it onto her paint-smeared ring finger. He lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed her hand.

She finally yielded to the pull. He wrapped her in the circle of his arms.

“I want to be your man,” Nate said. “Whatever comes our way. Good times, bad times, scary times. I’ll stick to you like glue. I know what’s good for me.”

“Oh, Nate.” Her voice was an unsteady wisp of sound.

“Say you will.” His voice caught, and broke. “Be my lady. Be my wife. Forever.”

“Oh, yes,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, and suddenly, forever stretched out before them as their lips met. Promising, beautiful and bright.

Beckoning them onward together.

In Havoc, Book Five of The Hellbound Brotherhood, Mace Trask must face up to the unimaginable evil that has stalked his family for years, while saving the woman who sets his heart and body on fire. Don't miss The Hellbound Brotherhood's explosive conclusion! Up for preorder now!

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HAVOC

THE HELLBOUND BROTHERHOOD

BOOK FIVE

Payback is a bitch…

Find out why New York Times bestseller Maya Banks hails McKenna’s books as “A non-stop thrill ride...”

He’s in no mood to play nice…

Mace Trask is setting a trap for the bastard who just tried to kill both his brothers, and he can’t wait to spring it. Then a sexy, mysterious woman shows up and starts wandering around GodsAcre, the remote property in the mountains that he’s wired to blow, putting Mace’s plan in jeopardy and herself in deadly danger. There’s only one thing to do—so Mace whisks her away to his cabin in the woods, determined to find out what this fiery beauty wants, and knows…

Her beauty inflames him…

Cait Lamott is terrified when the huge guy with buzzed off hair and ice-blue eyes drags her off into a remote cabin in the woods. She’s on a mission to find her father, a virologist who disappeared fourteen years ago, and nobody is going to stop her. Certainly not this suspicious, muscle-bound, infuriating, fascinating man. Not even her body’s traitorous reaction to him.

But as they work together to uncover the terrifying truth, they start to crave each other’s touch. Mace’s armor is no defense against Cait. Her sweet passion burns him, her courage inspires him, and her razor-sharp mind might just be what it takes to keep them both alive.

Because their enemy is closing in fast—and the stakes are higher than they can imagine…

Havoc - Chapter 1

Mace Trask squinted over the high-powered binoculars, following the swiftly moving splotch of teal and aqua with his naked eye for a moment as the mysterious woman wandered behind the fire-blackened ruins of the GodsAcre Great Hall and out of his field of vision. She moved casually, as if the place weren’t the scene of a mass murder. As if it didn’t hide deadly secrets that could kill in ways that no one could even yet begin to understand.

This girl just strolled around, poking here and there, checking it all out. Taking pictures, kicking rocks and hard lumps of melting snow. No clue. La-di-da.

There she was again, on the other side of the Great Hall. Who the fuck was she? And what was she doing here? GodsAcre was a death trap. They’d gone to insane lengths to keep people away from this place, for people’s own safety. Every local ordinance forbade coming anywhere near. No one had been here in months, other than himself, at least not since the winter snows sealed it in.

A lost hiker? She was dressed for it. Stretchy sports pants showed off a memorable ass, and the sweatshirt hugged her shapely torso. High-tech boots with ankle support. A feather-weight backpack. Classic hiker’s gear.

He focused the lenses once again as she shrugged off her backpack and took off her fleece jacket. It wasn’t warm this high up in the mountains, but the sun was high right now. Under the sweatshirt, she wore a fitted sleeveless sports top that showed off strong looking shoulders, and clung lovingly