Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Military #Romance: LOST AND FOUND, INC. Books 1-5 by Jerrie Alexander

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Books 1-5



Hell or High Water

A woman in danger. A man she loves but can’t trust. When ex-SEAL Nate Wolfe learns the woman he loved but left behind is in danger, nothing will stop him from protecting her. Not the human traffickers. Not even her.

Cold Day in Hell

Ex-Army Ranger Tyrell Castillo’s first mission for Lost and Found, Inc. goes awry when his contact is kidnapped, and he’s left scrambling for weapons and explosives. He’ll have to blow up a drug cartel’s compound, rescue the woman, and keep her safe while they cross the sweltering hot Colombian jungle.

No Chance in Hell

Marcus Ricci’ lands a puzzling case with too many missing pieces. A killer is closing in on the woman Marcus is supposed to protect. Guarding the beautiful Chris is his job—and he’s one of the best—but keeping her close without letting her inside, makes it hard to protect his heart.

No Greater Hell

Former Army helicopter pilot Jake Donovan is lucky to be alive. At least that’s what his team of neurosurgeons said. But he knows differently. Jake’s crimes almost cost Holly Hoffman her life, and even though he can’t remember, the pain in her eyes is something he’ll never forget.

A Helluva Holiday

The Lost and Found, Inc. team is having a Christmas reunion, but Nate Wolfe places everything on hold when an old Navy buddy needs help. The team will fight freezing weather, a freak snowstorm, and a killer who is hell bent on accomplishing the task for his boss. Why is this piece of property so important? Can they unravel this puzzle in time to be home for the reunion?

NOTE: ENTIRE BOXSET is only $1.99 through 9/20/22. Pick up your copy today!

Books 1-5


Chapter 1

The desire to surrender, to slip into a painless, deep sleep tugged hard at Kay Taylor. A voice inside her head warned her not to sink into the beckoning void. Danger lurked in the darkness.

She forced her eyes open.

A thin stream of light shone through a slightly ajar door. Kay blinked in hopes of clearing her blurred vision. The slight movement set off an explosion inside her head. She bit back the scream gurgling up the back of her throat. My God. Her wrists were bound.

Her thoughts splintered. She remembered walking across her apartment’s parking lot. Someone had attacked her from behind.

Why? Where was she? The empty room with its pale, windowless walls and cool cement floor provided no answers. She pushed up on one elbow. A wave of nausea forced her to lie back down. Pain surged over her right ear. Her stomach roiled at the acrid scent of blood.

Her blood.

Cool air chilled her midriff. That her blouse was torn sent a new tremor through her. Her shoes were gone, but her slacks were intact and still zipped. Relief washed over her.

She ignored the white-hot headache and pushed her churning, queasy stomach from her mind. Panic simmered just under the surface, waiting to claw to the outside. This was the time to make smart decisions. Survival took precedence.

Her feet weren’t bound, so she maneuvered herself to a sitting position against the wall. The movement brought another round of explosions through her head. Voices from outside the room seemed to move closer. Kay’s skin crawled. Beads of sweat formed above her lips. She hurriedly raised her wrists to her mouth and tore at the tape with her teeth.

“I don’t get it. Why’d we take her?” a deep gravelly voice asked.

Kay’s fight-or-flight response launched to hyper-drive. Her heart pounded against her rib cage, and her feet demanded she run.

“We’re not paid to ‘get it.’ Boss said snatch her. He’s got some questions for her. You better hope you didn’t hit that woman too hard.” The second voice sounded closer.

“I didn’t hurt the bitch. I tapped her upside the head to stop her from fighting.”

“And ripped her clothes,” Gravelly Voice commented.

“Just checking out the merchandise.” The man’s chuckle sent Kay into a full-body shiver. A jolt of adrenaline flooded her system. The voices got louder, which meant her kidnappers were coming closer.

The last of the tape ripped, freeing her hands.

She’d heard all the horror stories about women being kidnapped and raped. No way. She wouldn’t let that happen without one hell of a fight.

Nothing good came from waiting for evil to come to you. Kay pulled her legs under her, and after a couple of tries, pushed herself to her feet. She braced against the wall for a second to gather strength. Blanking out the rockets going off in her brain, she widened her stance, prepared to kick the first person to enter the room.

The sound of the voices peaked and then faded. Had they passed by?

Issuing a silent prayer, she inched down the wall toward the slightly open door. She sidestepped closer, straining to listen. A male voice shouted, threatening consequences if the woman was dead. Was he talking about her?

Escape was now or never. With her captors’ attention elsewhere, Kay stepped through the opening and then headed toward a red exit light in the opposite direction of the voices.

She braced her hands against an outside door. Decision time. If the alarm was armed, sirens would blast the second she pressed the bar. A dry swallow, and then she wrapped her fingers around the cool, hard metal. She pushed slowly, relief washing over her when the only sound was the snick of the lock opening. She stepped out into the night. Her sweaty skin chilled in the warm air.

Too soon to celebrate freedom. She put one foot in front of the other and kept moving.

A few overhead lights illuminated the area. Smells of gasoline and exhaust fumes assaulted her senses. She’d exited into a parking lot full of tractor-trailer rigs with Texas license plates. At least they hadn’t taken her across state lines, or worse, the Mexican border.

Kay ran toward a chain-link fence. She darted behind a row of parked trailers. Her breath came in gasps, and her lungs burned like a wildfire raging out of control. Sweat dripped down her back. She couldn’t give in to the pain. This might be her one shot at freedom.

Her bare feet slapped against the pavement, echoing through the darkness. Kay stumbled on a loose piece of asphalt and had to wave her arms to regain her balance. She swiped a hand over her eyes as if she could wipe away her blurred vision. Her injury was more serious than she’d hoped. She needed help. Soon. Very soon.

Voices from behind drifted through the night air. The gravelly voice seemed to be getting closer. She fought the urge to look over her shoulder.

“Run faster,” she whispered the brave words, hoping to counteract the icy fingers wrapped around her spine, chilling her bones. Her thoughts grew fuzzy. She had to stay focused.

At the end of the fence line, she spotted a long building with floodlights blazing. Thank God. The warehouse had hundreds of trailers lined up like sentries outside unloading docks. Somebody was working a late shift. Could she reach the structure without exposing herself to the voices chasing her? Help was within reach. If she hid in the shadows, she might get across the street into the industrial park undetected. She pulled in a deep breath and used her last burst of energy.

Black dots formed in front of her eyes. Again, she shook her head, holding back the dark tunnel closing off her vision.

A loud buzzer sounded, ratcheting her heart rate higher. Seconds later, giant overhead doors opened. One after another, they went up, flooding the area with more light. Life-saving light. Workers would be there to unload freight at any moment. She stayed pressed to the wall and crept to where two men stood with their backs to her. They were just inside the building.

“Help,” she called out, but the darkness pulled at her.

Her legs buckled, unable to support her any longer. Strong hands grabbed her arms from behind. She struggled to stay out of the black hole.

A losing battle.

Meet Author Jerrie Alexander…

A career in logistics offered me the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, and I revisit them in my romantce novels.

I write romantic suspense with alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other. I like to put my characters in difficult positions, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.

I have a contemporary erotic romance, Club Silken, a four book series with guaranteed happy endings.

My books are written to stand alone with no cliff hangers. 

One of my favorite things is to hear from readers!

You’re who I write for!


Links to Jerrie’s website, blog, books, etc.

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26 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Military #Romance: LOST AND FOUND, INC. Books 1-5 by Jerrie Alexander”

  1. Good morning, Jerrie, and welcome back to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. I love collections, especially collections that are all suspense(y). Yeah, know that’s not a word but it’s true. I have the boxset on my Kindle. Can’t wait to dig in. Thanks for sharing your stories with us today!

  2. Hi, Jerrie! So glad you’re showcased in Karen’s blog! More people need to be introduced to you! They’re in for great reads!

  3. These books sound like a great. Love the title, book cover and excerpt. That excerpt alone makes me want to read the books. Would love to see them in print format too.
    This author is new to me and would love to read her print books.
    Happy Labor Day
    Hope I Win

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