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Nothing to Lose
A
Grey Justice Novel
By:
Christy Reece
Releasing
March 31st,
2014
Choices
Are Easy When You Have Nothing Left To Lose
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Kennedy
O’Connell had all the happiness she’d ever dreamed—until
someone stole it away. Now on the run for her life, she has a choice
to make—disappear forever or make those responsible pay. Her choice
is easy.
Two
men want to help her, each with their own agenda.
Detective
Nick Gallagher is accustomed to pursuing killers within the law.
Targeted for death, his life turned inside out, Nick vows to bring
down those responsible, no matter the cost. But the beautiful and
innocent Kennedy O’Connell brings out every protective instinct.
Putting aside his own need for vengeance, he’ll do whatever is
necessary to keep her safe and help her achieve her goals.
Billionaire
philanthropist Grey Justice has a mission, too. Dubbed the ‘White
Knight’ of those in need of a champion, few people are aware of his
dark side. Having seen and experienced injustice—Grey knows its
bitter taste. Gaining justice for those who have been wronged is a
small price to pay for a man’s humanity.
With
the help of a surprising accomplice, the three embark on a dangerous
game of cat and mouse. The stage is set, the players are ready…the
game is on. But someone is playing with another set of rules and
survivors are not an option.
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Christy
Reece is the award winning and New York Times Bestselling author of
dark and sexy romantic suspense. She lives in Alabama with her
husband, four precocious canines, an incredibly curious cat, a very
shy turtle, and a super cute flying squirrel named Elliott.
Christy
also writes steamy, southern suspense under the pen name Ella Grace.
Excerpt
Nick
opened his apartment door and headed straight to his bedroom to
change into a pair of shorts and an old sweatshirt. About the only
way he had to battle the hopelessness inside him was to beat the hell
out of his boxing bag and work himself into exhaustion. He was
halfway to the kitchen for a bottle of water when he realized he
wasn’t alone. The dark figure of a man sitting in a chair in the
corner caught his eye.
Cursing
his inattentiveness, he grabbed the closest weapon—a bust of
Sherlock Holmes—and turned toward the intruder.
“Before
you allow Mr. Holmes to bash my head in, wouldn’t you like to know
why I’m here?”
The
crisp British voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place it.
Nick replied coolly, “I’m more of an
attack-first-and-ask-questions-later kind of guy.”
“Pity.
You don’t seem the type to go off half-cocked.”
“Depends
on the situation. Having some asshole break into my house is the type
of thing that pisses me off.”
“Understandable,
but you can often learn more things if you wait awhile.”
“Or
you can get yourself killed. Now, tell me who the hell you are and
why you’re here.”
“Let’s
talk first. Then we’ll decide if we want to exchange personal
information.”
If the
man was going to shoot him, he would’ve done so by now. Nick
lowered the statue to his side but held on to it just in case. He
reached for the light switch on the wall.
“No
lights.”
“So
I’m not allowed to know your name or what you look like?”
“Not
yet. Have a seat.”
Despite
the aggravation of having a stranger break into his house and the
man’s numerous rules, Nick was intrigued. He pulled his hand back
from the light switch. “I’ll stand. Now tell me what the hell you
want.”
“I
want what you want—to bring Mathias Slater and his goons to
justice.”
If he
hadn’t captured Nick’s attention before, he sure as hell had it
now. “What do you know about Slater?”
“That
he’s into more shit than anyone could ever imagine.”
“And
why do you care?”
“Let’s
just say that seeing bad guys get what’s coming to them is a hobby
of mine.”
“And
how can you assist me in seeing that Slater gets what’s coming to
him?”
“By
giving you access to information you can’t get through your
channels.”
“You
mean illegal channels.”
“Semantics.
What you see as illegal, I see as creative license.”
Still
wary but more interested than ever, Nick returned the statue to the
end table and dropped down onto the sofa. “Okay, you have my
undivided attention.”
“Excellent.
However, we need to come to an agreement before we go further.”
“Such
as?”
“If
you decline my proposal, this discussion never happened.”
“Agreed.”
“Excellent.”
“You’re
just going to take my word for it?”
“I
wouldn’t be here if I didn’t already know you can be trusted, Mr.
Gallagher.”
Where
and how he’d gotten information on Nick could wait till another
time.
“Okay,
I’m listening.”
“Mathias
Slater and his antics hit my radar several years ago. I’ve tried
penetrating his tight-knit circle. Unfortunately, I’ve gotten only
so far before someone ratted out my informant.”
“And
how can I help? If you know that much about me, then you already know
that I’ve run into a road block in every avenue I’ve taken
against Slater.”
“That’s
true. However, you have an avenue you don’t even know you can
take.”
“And
what’s that?”
“There’s
a folder on the table in front of you. Take a look inside.”
Nick
didn’t move…considered what could be inside.
“I’m
glad to see that my informants were correct. You have a short fuse,
but it’s tempered with a deliberative cautiousness.”
“I’m
assuming that I’ll be allowed to turn on the lights to look at the
folder.”
“That’s
correct. Another reason why your deliberation is important. You turn
on those lights, you will have information that could destroy not
only me, but negatively impact the lives of thousands.”
Nick
reached up and flipped on the lamp beside him. Light illuminated the
man sitting in the corner and he knew why the voice had sounded so
familiar. This was a man known to millions. And he was right—if
anyone discovered the truth, thousands of lives would be affected.
Deciding
to mull over the man’s identity later, Nick grabbed the folder and
opened it. The instant he saw the first photograph, everything within
him froze. He looked up at the man who sat so calmly across from him
and whispered hoarsely, “What do I need to do?”
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