Teaser Tuesday - Lucky's Break #Assassins #RomanticSuspense

BOOK 2 in the Lucky Series features Kenji's POV. I love his character. He's still one of my favorite creations so far. :-)

ENJOY!!

After almost losing her uncle Phen during the investigation of her mother's murder, Felicia "Lucky" Fascino cut all ties and ran away, hoping her family would move on and forget the promises they made. Putting the past behind her has never been easy, but Lucky knows working as an assassin is slowly destroying her already fractured psyche. Staying away, especially now that her family is in danger, is the only way to keep everyone safe. 

Kenji Zinn, determined to locate his ex-lover, tracks Lucky to a small island with her family's help, and finds her in a miserable and self-destructive condition. Their connection is strained after months apart, but his feelings haven't changed, and he attempts to persuade her to come home, to protect her family and keep her promise. But only Phen is able to convince Lucky that the way to get closure is finding an elusive man named Quimby and take him out permanently. 

While her family continues to track their target, Lucky returns to work for the network--struggling through each job, aware that pushing her family away won't bring anyone the peace they deserve. As she repairs her shattered relationships, her true feelings for Kenji are tested when she almost loses him completely. Before it's too late, Lucky realizes he's her best ally to help her finish what she started and find Quimby before he strikes again.


EXCERPT

Shoukan tracked his target halfway around the world. Her last known location had been in the south of the Balearic Islands. Knowing her helped to pinpoint where she would be. Finding her amid the winter tourist crowds, however, required patience, determination, and focus. He had plenty.

During the weekdays, he searched every bar, hotel, and restaurant open. Each weekend he went to Pacha, the only open nightclub on Ibiza. Twenty-seven days on the party island might have been paradise for many. It felt like torture for Shoukan. He was not there for pleasure. He had to find her. No matter how long it took, he would.

He eased his way through the sparsely populated Global Room, kept his eyes sharp, looking for her face in the crowds or her body swaying on the dance floor. Either would capture his attention; he needed only a second to recognize her.

The restaurant area of the club had more people, lights, and louder music. Cliques of scantily dressed and overly made-up women laughed and drank. Couples, unaware of the others around them, groped and fondled each other to the beat of the music.

Shoukan studied everyone.

His target was not among them.

After he checked the Pachachacha room, he retreated to the first section. In season, the room held more than thirty five hundred bodies. During his last three visits, the tame crowds had topped around a thousand. The winter crowd was a saving grace. He easily made out each face in the dim lights. Presently, three hundred or so people danced and bounced to house music.

He sipped an imported beer and scrutinized the dance floor from the elevated sitting area. Pungent perfume, sex, and sweat hung in the air. The same typical scene unfolded before his eyes. Only the people changed.

He cared little for dancing alone and made no effort to fit in. Nor did he attempt to conceal himself or hide in the shadows.

Knowing he’d be easy to spot, he remained in the open. His posture commanded attention. His build rivaled that of an American wrestler. Least that’s what people told him. The dark hair hiding his face, green-tinted glasses shielding his eyes, and the stern expression finished the ominous package. He was a killer and looked the part. It kept everyone away.