Series: Redemption Harbor #1
Genres: Romantic Suspense
Source: ARC, NetGalley
Also in this series: Dangerous Witness, Innocent Target, Hunting Danger
Also by this author: Enemy Mine, Love Thy Enemy, Dangerous Protector, Sworn to Protect, Shattered Duty, Dark Protector, Lethal Game, Tease Me, Baby, It's Me Again, Baby, Falling For His Mate, Mistletoe Me, Baby, Tempting Danger, Dangerous Witness, Innocent Target, Hunting Danger, Wolf's Mate, Miami, Mistletoe & Murder, Bishop's Knight
From USA Today bestselling author Katie Reus comes the ALL NEW Redemption Harbor series where sparks fly and so do bullets…
She faked her own death…
Skye Arévalo left the CIA and faked her death to protect Colt Stuart, the only man she ever loved. Months later, a brutal kidnapping draws her to quietly infiltrate a dangerous cartel. Just when she thinks she’s home free, things go horribly wrong and she escapes with bloodthirsty enemies on her heels…only to find herself face to face with a bewildered and angry Colt.
He’ll cross every line to save her…
When Colt, a former Marine, finds out the woman he loved betrayed him, he’s shocked and hurt, but it doesn’t stop him from breaking every law on the books to keep her alive. Unfortunately, it might not be enough to stop a powerful enemy who will do anything to see the world burn and Skye dead.
FIRST IN NEW SERIES.
Resurrection is book one in a new series by one of my favorite authors, Katie Reus. Her books are automatic one click reads for me so I was thrilled when I heard she was doing a new series (especially after finding out she had ended my favorite series, the Red Stone Security series, a few months back).
Resurrection introduces us to a crew of friends from Redemption Harbor South Carolina. These friends have been thick as thieves since childhood. They have gone on to do different things with their lives, but have all stayed close. The story has a bit of a double plot line yet with kind of the same theme: back from the dead. And, no, I don’t me the zombie kind. I mean the “death was faked” kind. Colt, a CIA agent, has been in mourning since his partner/lover was killed 6 months ago. But, his friend Mercer’s wife was just killed in Mexico while working as a doctor for a small village. However, Colt got some intel that Mary Grace (Mercer’s wife and Colt’s life long friend) might not be dead after all. He plans to rescue her. He isn’t the only one who plans to save her though.
Skye had to fake her own death to keep Colt away from the trouble. When she gets word that Mary Grace, one of Colt’s life long friends, might still be alive, she goes in to save her. Skye, also a CIA agent, is as badass as they come! She gave me the same vibe as Jennifer Garner’s character in Alias! Smart, sexy, totally in control, and seriously tough.
So, obviously neither Mary Grace or Skye are dead, and as you can imagine, as both Colt and Skye have the same goal in mind, it doesn’t take long for Colt to discover Skye isn’t dead either. But saving Mary Grace is only 1/2 the battle (and a little less than 1/2 the book). These two have so much more to do to ensure everyones safety! I think my only struggle with the book is that so much happens and its difficult to really absorb. You are introduced to everyone in the midst of MG being gone, Colt having already suffered through the death of Skye, and then, through that, you are meeting all these people (who will, I assume, be the main characters in future books). Not all of them are CIA agents, so they all have different jobs and talents, which I think is great-but it made it difficult to keep it all straight at times.
Super fast paced, dangerous, and steamy, Resurrection is everything I love about a Katie Reus romantic suspense story. The characters are clever, talented, and devoted to their job and their love. If you like non-stop action with romance weaved throughout, Resurrection delivers in spades and you will devour the book in 1 sitting like I did!
- POV: 3rd
- Tears: no
- Trope: faked death, CIA
- Triggers: none
- Series/Standalone: stand alone
- Cliffhanger: View Spoiler »spoiler « Hide Spoiler
- HEA: View Spoiler »yes, for both Mary Grace/Mercer and for Skye/Colt « Hide Spoiler
Colt banged his fist against the door, fear and the smallest bit of hope punching through him. “Answer the fucking door,” he snarled. “Open, or I kick it in.”
“Maybe you should take it down a notch.” Next to him, Brooks shoved an agitated hand through his hair, his Stetson held loosely at his side.
“And maybe you should be freaking out more.” One of their best friends had been holed up in his home for weeks, refusing to talk to anyone, to see anyone. Colt didn’t know exactly what his friend was going through, but he’d lost a lot of damn friends in the sandbox and the only woman he’d ever loved had died too. Something he couldn’t think about right now. He couldn’t focus on his own pain when he could help his friend, when he had a damn purpose.
Mercer had recently lost his wife, and the man wasn’t handling it. The guy had been in love with Mary Grace since he was fifteen. They’d been each other’s world. And two months ago she’d been killed in Mexico, a victim of cartel violence. Allegedly.
Colt hadn’t been in love with Skye since he was a kid, but eight months with her sure felt like a lifetime. Hell, when she died it felt like he’d lost part of himself. The only part that mattered. He had to force himself out of bed every day, to shove back the emptiness. So on one level, he understood how Mercer felt. He shoved that thought right back inside where it belonged and ignored it. He couldn’t fix his own problem, but he could help out Mercer.
Panic swelled through Colt as the seconds ticked by without any response from inside—until he heard cursing on the other side of the door. Good. If his friend was cursing, he was alive. A solid minute later the lock snicked loudly as it twisted open.
Colt grabbed the handle and shoved it open, pushing past his best friend in case he tried to slam the door closed in his face.
Mercer, wearing boxers and nothing else, had grown a full black beard and his dark eyes were glassy. “What the hell are you doing here this early?”
“First, it’s two o’clock in the afternoon. Second…” Colt hauled off and punched him right in the nose. He needed to wake Mercer the hell up. Violence was pretty much the only way to do that now.
“Ah, hell,” Brooks muttered as Mercer flew back and fell on his ass with a grunt.
He held a hand to his nose, looking more alert than he had in two months as he glared up at Colt and Brooks. “What the hell, man?” His voice was muffled as he tried to stop the bleeding.
“I believe this is called an intervention,” Colt said, stepping into the foyer, cringing at the stench. “God, it smells like old pizza and cow crap in here. Mary Grace would kick your ass if she saw you living like this.”
“Don’t say her name!” Mercer shoved to his feet, letting his hand drop. Blood dripped down his face as he snarled at Colt. His teeth were toothpaste commercial white against his dark brown skin. Right now he looked like a rabid wolf baring his teeth at them.
“I’ll say her name if I want.” Yeah, he knew he was being harsh, but this was what Mercer needed. He needed to feel something, to wake the hell up. And making Mercer angry was the only way Colt knew how. Because the guy sure wasn’t going to talk about his fucking feelings. He needed to get out of this rabbit hole he’d let himself fall into. “We all lost her. Every single one of us.”
Most days Colt couldn’t believe she was gone. They’d all grown up together, and in his case, he’d been friends with Mary Grace since they were five years old. She was like a sister to Colt. Hell, he was still holding on to the hope that she wasn’t actually gone. It was why he was about to get on a plane in two hours and see if the tip he’d received was right. But first he had to make sure one of his best friends didn’t do something stupid while he was gone.
“Ah, hell,” Brooks said again, clearly not going to intervene. Just muttering his standard curse.
“Fuck you,” Mercer snapped, taking a step toward Colt.
That was it. Get angry, he silently willed his childhood friend. Mercer needed anger to replace the grief. God, or at least mute it. Just for a week. That was all Colt needed. Because if Mary Grace was alive, he was bringing her home to his best friend. He just couldn’t give Mercer the hope she was alive. Because if he did and it turned out she wasn’t… It would destroy him. “Mary. Grace.”
Mercer rushed at him like a bull.