Broken Warrior (CrossBow Protection Book 1)

Six years ago

Gary Cross woke up with a strange knot in his gut, a feeling of impending danger that had only grown worse as the day progressed. That sense of doom seemed totally incongruous when faced with a cloudless azure sky.

Fuck, it’s hot.

It was always fucking hot.

Gary swiped a hand over his drenched brow. The relentless sun beat down, roasting everything in sight, including him. The ocean of sand absorbed its heat, then reflected it back, intensifying the sensation of standing in a pit of fire.