[Manga Maniac Cafe] Good morning, Lena! Describe yourself in five words or less.
[Lena Diaz] Snarky, introverted, funny, moody, nerdy.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What’s one thing you won’t leave home without?
[Lena Diaz] Clothes!
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Name three things on your desk right now.
[Lena Diaz] A miniature dog-house with Snoopy on top, typing on a type-writer.
A miniature dead body with a feather pen sticking out of its chest (hey, romantic suspense writer.)
A gold stapler that has “Keep it Together “ engraved on the side.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What’s your favorite snack when you’re working on a deadline?
[Lena Diaz] It changes, but right now it’s marshmallows toasted on saltine crackers.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] If you could trade places with anyone for just one day, who would you be?
[Lena Diaz] Someone thinner than me!
[Manga Maniac Cafe] You have been granted the use of one superpower for one week. Which power would you choose, and what would you do with it?
[Lena Diaz] The ability to write a book, flawlessly, in one draft.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What are some books that you enjoyed recently?
[Lena Diaz] Fallen, by Carey Baldwin. What a Wallflower Wants, by Maya Rodale.
EXIT Inc. # 1
By: Lena Diaz
Releasing June 30, 2015
Lena Diaz launches her thrilling new series featuring the undercover vigilantes of EXIT Inc. with a skilled operative putting his life—and his heart—on the line for a woman in trouble…
When Sabrina Hightower awakens to the sound of an intruder, she figures he’s there to rob her, murder her— or worse. She doesn’t expect to be carried off by a muscle-bound stud with male-model good looks… or that he came to rescue her.
Mason Hunt became an enforcer with EXIT Inc. to eliminate the bad guys—terrorists, militia groups, all those who would do America harm. But his latest target is innocent. If EXIT could lie about sultry, strong-willed Sabrina, what darker truths might they be concealing?
Going rogue in the rugged North Carolina Mountains, Mason risks everything to keep Sabrina close, especially now that EXIT’s lethal assassins are chasing them down. The heat is on… but it’s nothing compared to the slow burn of seduction.
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Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23367394-exit-strategy?ac=1
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/139120-exit-inc
Originally from Kentucky, romantic suspense author Lena Diaz also lived in California and Louisiana before settling in Northeast Florida with her husband, two children, and a Shetland Sheepdog named Sparky. A Romance Writers of America Golden Heart® finalist, she’s won the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense and has been a finalist for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award. She loves to watch action movies, garden, and hike in the beautiful Tennessee Smoky Mountains.
Sabrina crept into her moonlit living room and grabbed the arm of the couch for support. Her right hand, slippery with blood, slid across the cloth and she fell to her knees on the hardwood floor. A gasp of pain escaped between her clenched teeth before she could stop it.
She froze, searching the dark recesses of the room, squinting to try to bring everything into focus. If the intruder was within ten feet of her, no problem, she could make out every little detail. But any farther than that and he might as well be a fuzzy blob on the wallpaper.
Had he heard her? She listened intently for the echo of footsteps in the hall outside, or the squeak of a shoe, the rasp of cloth against cloth. But all she heard was silence. In a fair world, that might mean the stranger had given up and left the house. But in her world, especially the nightmarish last six months, it probably meant he was lying in wait around the next corner, ready to attack.
The throbbing burn in her right bicep had her angling her arm toward the moonlight filtering through the plantation shutters to see if the damage was as bad as it felt. Nope. It was worse. Blood ran down her arm from a jagged, two-inch gash and dripped to the floor.
She clasped her left hand over the cut, applying pressure and clenching her mouth shut to keep from hissing at the white-hot flash of pain. She had to stop the bleeding. But there wasn’t any point in looking for something here in the living room to bind the wound. Only the couch and a wing chair remained of the antiques that she’d brought with her halfway across the country from Boulder, Colorado to Asheville, North Carolina. She’d sold the other furniture, and even some of her sketches, to pay the exorbitant fees of the private investigators searching for her grandfather and the even more exorbitant fees of the lawyers.
She supposed the Carolina Panthers nightshirt that she was wearing might be useful as a tourniquet. But she didn’t relish the possibility of facing an intruder in nothing but her panties. The nightshirt was definitely staying on.
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