Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Blog tour: Broken by Cynthia Eden

Lost # 1 
By: Cynthia Eden
Releasing March 31st, 2015

The first novel in New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden's sizzling LOST series introduces the Last Option Search Team, an elite unit that must protect the only surviving victim of a serial killer.

Ex-SEAL and LOST founder Gabe Spencer is accustomed to the unusual in his job. But when knockout Eve Gray steps into his office, he's rattled. For the mysterious woman is a dead ringer for the heiress thought to be the latest prey of the serial killer who goes by the name Lady Killer.

When Eve awoke in an Atlanta hospital, her past was a blank slate. Then she recognized her own face in the newspaper and vowed to learn the truth. Determined to confront the nightmares hidden in her mind, she never expects to find a partner in Gabe.

As Gabe and Eve work together, their explosive attraction becomes irresistible. Gabe knows that his desire for Eve is growing too strong, bordering on a dangerous obsession, but nothing pulls him away from her. And when another Eve lookalike disappears, Gabe vows to protect Eve at all costs. While Eve may have forgotten the killer in her past, it's clear he hasn't forgotten her.

Award-winning author CYNTHIA EDEN writes dark tales of paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She is a New York Times, USA Today, Digital Book World, and IndieReader best-seller. Cynthia is also a two-time finalist for the RITA® award (she was a finalist both in the romantic suspense category and in the paranormal romance category). Since she began writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over thirty novels and novellas. Cynthia lives along the Alabama Gulf Coast. She loves romance novels, horror movies, and chocolate. Her favorite hobbies include hiking in the mountains (searching for waterfalls) and spelunking.

Hello Cynthia! Welcome to Roberta’s Dreamworld and thank you for your time. First of all, tell us something about yourself, both as a writer and as a person.

Thanks so much for interviewing me!  ;)  Let’s see…well, info about me as a person…I love happy endings, horror movies (which, I know, don’t usually have happy endings), and chocolate. 

As for my writer side…I’m a New York Times & USA Today best-selling author. I’ve written over 50 books—and my favorite books to write are dark romantic suspense novels and sexy paranormal romances.  

How/when did you realize you wanted to become a writer? 

I think I wrote my first story when I was six. I was always trying to re-write the endings of fairy tale stories. For example, I seriously hated that the big, bad wolf died in Little Red Riding Hood. That wasn’t fun. ;(

When I grew up, writing a dream that I always carried with me. For many years, I worked as a teacher during the day, and I followed my writing dreams at night.  I suppose I just always had  a desire to tell stories…and I just kept working until I could make a full-time living with those stories.  

Let’s speak about “BROKEN.” We’ve read the synopsis but can you tell us a little more about what the book is about?

Yes, thanks for asking!  BROKEN introduces my Last Option Search Team (LOST). They are a group of men and women who help to find the missing—the people that the cops and federal authorities have given up hope of ever finding.

The heroine of BROKEN—Eve—is actually quite lost. She waked up in a hospital, with no memory of her past. She isn’t the typical LOST client, but she needs help discovering just who she was/is.  

Ex-SEAL Gabe Spencer is the man in charge of LOST. One look at Eve, and he knows he’ll do anything to help her. But what he doesn’t realize is that a serial killer is already on Eve’s trail.  

How did you come up with the idea and how did you create the characters?

I’ve always been interested in cold cases.  I know that when a victim first goes missing, the first forty-eight hours are vitally important for authorities. But I wondered…what happens when those forty-eight hours pass? When four months pass? When four years pass? What do the families do? I don’t think they give up…I think they keep hoping…and that led to my LOST group—this team really is a last option for people.

If you should describe your books in three words, what would you pick?

Scary. Sexy. Thrill. 

Do you have any favorite authors and did they influence your choice of the genre?

I have so many favorites! I love Linda Howard and Jayne Ann Krentz—they definitely influenced me—they hooked me on the genre years ago, and I haven’t been able to give up romantic suspense since then! 

What else do you enjoy doing, when you’re not writing? 

I love to go kayaking or hiking.  Let me roam around outside, and I’m a happy woman.  

As a writer do you get support from your family and friends?

Yes—they are incredibly supportive! From the time I wrote my first book, they have always been a wonderful cheerleading squad for me.

What are your dreams and plans for your future as a writer?

I just hope that I can keep writing books that my readers enjoy. I feel so incredibly fortunate to have this job—and I want to keep creating characters and writing stories for as long as possible! 

Would you like to say something to the readers to encourage them to read your books?

Yes, I’d like to say—thank you, readers! Thank you for reading romances and for escaping into a new world each time you open a book.

And if you’re in the mood for a sexy, scary thrill ride…why don’t you give BROKEN a try? 

Do you think I’m a con artist or a victim?”
“I think you’re a woman who has been hurt.” No denying that. “One of my team members, Wade Monroe, is contacting the Montgomery family. We’ll get DNA from them and find out—”
“If I’m Jessica.” There was hope in the words. Enough hope to break his heart.
Gabe nodded.
“When will we know?”
It would take a few days, even with the strings that he could pull. “As soon as possible,” he said, not wanting to give her a specific timetable.
“Thank you.” Then, just like that, she was across the car, giving him a tight hug. “Thank you.”
His arms wrapped around her, an instinctive response. She smelled faintly of flowers, a sweet scent that teased his nose, and her body was soft against his.
She tried to pull away, as if realizing what she’d just done.
For an instant he was tempted to hold her, to keep her close.
She’s a client. Focus.
He let her go, but his body ached.
“I … um … I should get inside.”
Yes, she should. While he was still clutching tight to his control. The control that said he shouldn’t push her. Shouldn’t want her so much. Not when she’d already been hurt so badly.
Her fingers reached for the door.
“Let me,” he said, voice rumbling, and Gabe climbed from the Jag. In seconds he was on the passenger side, opening her door for her. She rose, and her body brushed against his.
He stepped back. Distance. He seriously needed to put some distance between then. But even with some fast steps back, he could still smell that light and sexy scent that clung to her body. And he still wanted her.
“Your shrink asked me a lot of questions about you,” Eve told him as she stood temptingly close.
Gabe inclined his head. “I’m sure—”
“I think she wanted to know why I respond so much to you.”
Oh, hell, she’d just said … He cleared his throat even as part of his body surged in quick response to her. “It’s a tense situation, you’re—”
“You don’t look at me as if I’m a victim.”
He stopped talking.
“I mean, you know what I am, but you still look at me and seem to just see me … as a woman.”
“Others see you the same way.” Doc Tyler sure did. Bastard.
“It’s different with you,” she murmured as she stepped even closer to him. Her head had tilted back so she could look into his eyes. “I don’t know what I’ve felt for other men before.”
Why did the idea of others have his body knotting with tension?
“But I know that when I see you, I want.” A hushed confession. “I just … I needed to tell you that.”
And he needed to make his self-control a hell of a lot stronger. Her lips were just inches from his, and he wanted her mouth beneath his. Wanted her lips open. Needed to taste her.
“You’re the first man I’ve wanted since I opened my eyes in that hospital.”
He could actually feel his control splintering. Client. Cli—
“You probably don’t want me. I—I might not be your type.”
Now her gaze had fallen, as if in embarrassment. Had she really just asked if she was his type? She was probably every damn man’s type.
“But you make me feel normal again, so I had to tell you—”
His fingers curved under her chin. “Eve …”
Her smile was a little too big. Too bright. “I don’t think I can handle anything else right now, I’m …” She pulled away. Stumbled onto the sidewalk. “I just wanted to tell you how I felt,” she told him again.
Then she walked into the shelter, her steps hurried. As if she were running.
From him.
He stared after her. She wanted him.
And she was so fucking beyond his reach.


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