The Dregs series
blurb:
Feared by most. Hated
by others. Envied by none.
Always hunted, they
live in the shadows.
Once powerful warriors,
they are now the dregs.
In
a city overrun by gang violence, can these former soldiers overcome
their violent pasts, dispel the stigma surrounding them, and learn to
fall in love?
The Tracker
The Dregs Book 1
by Leslie Georgeson
Genre: Romantic
Military Suspense
I’m
a trained killer. An expert tracker.
I’ve
done despicable things. My soul is damaged. My body impaired. That’s
what happens when you are a soldier for The Company. I was discharged
a year ago. Now I am a dreg. Worthless. With a bounty on my head.
I’ve become a creature of the night, hiding in an underground maze
during the day. Because I’m not ready to die yet.
She
comes to me one night, needing my help to find her sister. The moment
I see her, I want her. Her goodness calls to me, makes me yearn for
the impossible. She brings life back to the deadness inside me. I’m
no good for her. I will do nothing but corrupt her. But I’m a
callous bastard. I can’t resist her.
I try not to care for her, but somehow she slips under my skin. She makes me weak. And there is only one thing in this world I am afraid of. Weakness.
I’ll
never be good enough for her, so I have to finish this job and send
her on her way.
Before
she destroys me.
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The Fighter
The Dregs Book 2
My
dreg name is The Fighter. I’m an expert in mixed martial arts. I
had to betray my dreg brothers to protect my child. I’m a traitor
now. An outsider. So I keep my distance from them. Hiding in the
shadows.
But I have more important things to worry about than
trying to win back their trust. I have a five-year-old kid to take
care of now. She scares the hell out of me. I don’t know the
slightest thing about kids. I need a nanny to care for my daughter.
So I place an ad and hope that someone will reply.
The
woman who responds is not what I expect. She’s young and gorgeous
and way out of my league.
But she’ll have to do, since I have no one else. I try not to want her. I try to keep my distance. But she is pure temptation. And I’m falling under her spell.
She
doesn’t know that working for me puts her in danger. She doesn’t
know who or what I am. And I plan to keep it that way.
Because
the truth could hurt her.
And so could I.
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Violence has been a part of my life since my early teens. But I’m a peacemaker at heart. I fix things. I heal the wounded.
Being
a dreg means I’ve spent most of my life as a prisoner, a soldier
for The Company doing despicable things. I can’t change the past or
what I’ve done. But I can control who I am today.
I’ve
always followed the rules. Always. Until the one time I didn’t.
I
gave my phone number to a complete stranger. I broke a rule that
would prove detrimental to my safety and the safety of my dreg
brothers. I thought I was just helping a woman in need. I didn’t
even consider the consequences of that action.
And
now the dominoes are falling, one by one…
For
her, I would break the rules. For her, I wanted to be a hero. To
change the world. But being a hero comes at a cost.
Am
I willing to risk it all for a woman who could ruin me and everything
I believe in?
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Discharged.
As
a soldier, that was the thing I dreaded most. Being discharged. War,
fighting, and killing were my life. What I did best.
But
now I’d been discharged. My physical injuries were minuscule. But
my mental injuries were severe. PTSD. That’s what they said. I was
messed up inside. Loco. So now I am a dreg. With nothing to do. No
purpose in life. I will waste away like this. I need action. I need
violence. I need war.
I
find all of that when a gorgeous redhead tricks me. She’s a bounty
hunter. How did I not see that one coming? Now I am a captive.
Chained like a beast. I will escape. I will get revenge and make her
pay. I will get the violence I crave.
Then
she frees me. And the tables turn. Now I’m in charge. She’s my
prisoner. I can’t lose this battle. I won’t let her win. Because
losing means she’s taken something from me, something I don’t
want to admit I even had to begin with.
A
heart.
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Language is my passion. I excel in linguistics. I can “train” myself to learn any language on the planet. In minutes. Or less. You won’t get anything past me, no matter what language you’re speaking.
Being a dreg means I have a bounty on my head,
so I conduct all my business under cover of darkness. One night I
return from fueling up my truck to find an Asian beauty hiding in the
bed. One look into her stunning, almond-shaped eyes, her exquisitely
exotic features, and I’m a goner. I will do anything for this
woman.
Then I discover her daddy is the leader of one of
the most powerful gangs in Augusta—the Black Dragons. Is she really
as innocent as she seems? Or have I been set up?
Now I’m
a target. I’ve intercepted a major deal. Her daddy is furious and
wants her back. The gangs are coming for her.
But
they’ll have to get through me first. Because now that I’ve found
her, I’m not giving her up.
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My dreg name is The Hacker. I can get past any firewall, decrypt any document, hack into any electronic device. No matter your secrets, I will find them. Nothing is safe from me. There is no other hacker in the world with my unique abilities.
So when I discover someone is researching me, I take notice.
Senator Collins’ daughter
is on to me. She’s an investigative reporter on the hunt for the
truth surrounding her father’s death. She knows I was somehow
involved. She’s threatening to find me. To make me suffer. She
won’t stop until she gets her story. So I egg her on, daring her to
find me.
She takes the bait.
Now I have a choice to
make. I can scare her so badly that she gives up her investigation
and stops looking into her father’s death.
Or I can share
the truth. About her father. About The Company. About the dregs.
About everything.
But if I let her into my life, into my
heart—if I trust her—she could destroy me so easily. She
could ruin us all.
How
far will she go to get her story? And how much am I willing to reveal
for an elusive chance at love?
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The Extractor
The Dregs Book 7
I’m
a player. A ladies’ man. Seduction is my specialty. Luring women
into my bed is easy peasy. None of them can resist me. It’s not
their fault. I am irresistible. They all want me. Every last
one of them.
Until
I meet Liz.
I
made a life-changing decision the day I took a detour to visit my
mother. A decision that not only put Mom in danger, but Liz as well.
You see, Liz works for my mom, and I have to go through Liz to get to
my mother. The thing is, I find myself drawn to Liz. Even though
she’s not my type. She’s different than the others. Her quiet
beauty and inner strength call to me.
But
Liz doesn’t want me back. She despises me on sight. My charm won’t
work on her. My good looks don’t seduce her. She’s immune
to me.
And
I can’t stand it. Why won’t she give me a chance? How can she
judge me without even knowing me? So I try a different tactic. Just
friends.
It
throws her off and now she’s falling right into my carefully laid
trap. She’s letting down her guard, little by little. Except, I’m
the one who gets snared. I’m the one who falls.
Now
I have to figure out how to show her that I can be a one-woman
man, and she’s the only one I want.
But
I soon have a much bigger problem than winning Liz over.
A
cunning mastermind who will stop at nothing to see me dead—and
steal my girl.
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The Enforcer
The Dregs Book 8
Damaged. Broken.
Those are words I never thought I would associate with
myself.
But that was before The Controller got a hold of
me.
Now I’m a mere shell of the man I once was. I’m
fighting an uphill battle, desperately trying to recover from The
Controller’s pull over me. Trying to heal.
It’s
been four months since the dregs all moved to Idaho. My dreg brothers
all have normal lives now. Women who love them. Families. A
purpose.
Not me. I’m more alone now than I’ve ever
been. I ignore everyone’s text messages and their phone calls. I
stay hidden from the world, living in a small cabin back in the
woods. I don’t want them to see me this way.
One night, the
loneliness finally gets to be too much. I crave a woman’s warm body
and a physical release to help me cope. So I head out in search of a
willing female who might keep me company for a few hours.
The
gorgeous and sexy bartender at the Northern Pike is just what I need.
I have no way of knowing that she will bring nothing but danger and
upheaval into my life. That she will turn my world completely upside
down. Or that she might be the only thing that can heal me.
But
by the time I figure all of that out, it’s too late.
The
Controller is back.
And this time, he has no intention of
letting me go.
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“Where are we? Why am I here? My head’s a little fuzzy.”
Gordon nodded. “It’s the drugs they gave you. You’ll get used to it eventually. Before long, you won’t even remember your own name. They’ll give you a new one, depending on your skills. That is, if you survive long enough to learn some skills.”
Liam’s heart pounded harder. That didn’t make sense. The last thing he remembered was…he searched hard for a memory of some kind, but only came up blank. He couldn’t remember anything except his name, and that had barely come to him. He clung to that memory, not wanting to forget his name.
Liam. My name’s Liam. Don’t forget it. Don’t forget.
My name is Liam. Liam.
I’m Liam.
Liam who?
No last name came forward. No middle name. Just Liam.
It would have to be good enough.
Liam.
How old am I?
He glanced down at himself. Faded jeans. Black hoodie. Converse sneakers. Wiry build. Not as old as Gordon.
He stared blankly at the big, redheaded kid.
How old am I?
Twelve.
He glanced back down at himself.
Yeah. I’m twelve. I think.
Panic gripped him again. He couldn’t be sure. What was going on? Why couldn’t he remember anything?
Gordon’s words finally sank home: It’s the drugs they gave you.
Liam’s heart rate kicked up even more, galloping in place like a tethered thoroughbred. Drugs? Who were they? What had they done to him? He shouldn’t be here. He should be home with…who? His family? Did he even have a family?
His head hurt, a fierce pounding that made him want to scream in agony. He clutched his head in his hands and groaned softly. “Why am I here? Why? I don’t understand.”
Gordon shrugged. “Why are any of us here? Because we’re expendable. I just hope you last longer than my last roommate did.”
Liam snapped his head up, the headache screeching to a sudden halt. “What happened to your last roommate?”
Gordon eyed him with a seriousness that made Liam flinch. “He didn’t survive the first round of tests.”
Tests? What tests? What was this guy talking about?
“This is freaking me out.” Liam jumped up from the bed. He paced across the cell to the bars. Staring out into the corridor, he shouted, “Help! Let me out of here! There’s been a mistake!”
A big hand gripped his shoulder. “Won’t do you any good, Liam. You can scream and cry until you’re hoarse. They won’t free you. You’re not a human being anymore. You’re a test subject. A lab rat.”
Liam spun his head around, his gaze locking on Gordon’s. “What do you mean? Who are they?”
Gordon sighed. “They are The Company. They own us now. From this point forward, you just need to concentrate on staying alive, because you can’t run, and you can’t hide. You’ll never escape.”
He gave Liam a sympathetic pat on the back and turned away.
“Welcome to hell, roomie.”
Fighter
I rounded a corner, my foot accidentally connecting with a discarded soda can I somehow hadn’t seen. The aluminum banged and clanged as it bounced across the asphalt, then slammed into a large garbage dumpster.
Shit. The soda can had just announced my presence to anyone nearby. Criminals lurked everywhere on these streets, waiting for hapless victims to walk by.
I halted, tensing, as my acute senses picked up a threat on the other side of the dumpster. Four different breaths. Four separate heartbeats. The scents of fear and sweat reached my nostrils at the same time that I sensed their ill intent. Four men were hiding behind that dumpster.
I slowly reached for the knife strapped to the inside of my ankle.
A normal man would probably flee to safety. But I wasn’t a normal man. I didn’t run from danger. I ran into it.
Healer
This is Alissa. You once offered to help me. The Spartans just found me. Please help.
My blood ran cold. If the Spartans had taken her, she might already be dead. But I couldn’t ignore her plea for help, no more than I could ignore my dreg brothers’ moans of pain when they’d been injured. I was a healer. A fixer of things. A reducer of pain.
If I could find Alissa, I would help her. And if she was injured, I would heal her.
My gut churned thinking of all the horrible things the Spartans might do to her. Rape being at the top. She’d seemed liked a strong woman, but I’d also sensed a brokenness in her. I imagined she and I were alike in that regard. I’d been beaten down many times, only to rise up stronger, more determined. I knew from firsthand experience that everyone had a breaking point. Even the toughest person could be brought to his or her knees. Only the strongest managed to pick themselves back up and move forward. If I could somehow prevent Alissa from suffering abuse at the hands of the Spartans, then I certainly would. I’d go in with guns a-blazing to free her, if necessary. That’s how much she got to me. I couldn’t stomach the thought of her being hurt in any way.
I glanced at my dreg partner Tony, aka The Smuggler, who was stuffing his phone in his pocket and staring out into the dark forest around us.
“You wanna take a drive with me?”
Smuggler
The front door clicked shut.
I pulled at the handcuffs again, though I knew escape was impossible. Seething, I waited for Grace to return. Would she cower out and not come back? Would she leave me here for hours?
What did she have planned for me? Seriously? Did she intend bodily harm? Torture?
I couldn’t believe I’d been fooled by a woman.
She appeared in the bedroom doorway, eyeing me warily with those deep green eyes. “Do you agree to help find my girls?”
Just agree, you moron. Then you’ll be free.
“Okay, I’ll help find your kids. But I’m going to want something in return.”
She nodded. “I expected as much. Name it.”
My heartrate kicked up as the promise of freedom loomed closer. I knew exactly what I wanted.
“If I go inside the Sureños compound and free your kids, then I want one entire night with you.”
Trainer
I paused, my acute senses picking up a female’s scent. Faint. Fruity shampoo.
Then the faint thump thump, thump thump, thump thump of a heartbeat penetrated my only ear.
I might be partially deaf—thanks to an IED that had blown off my left ear and half of my face—but I still had heightened senses. If I was in a busy place with lots of noise, it was difficult for my one ear to pick up any single sound. But if it was quiet, like right now, I was able to pick up and focus on a singular sound.
Such as a heartbeat.
What the hell?
Was I imagining things?
I stood still, listening.
Soft breaths reached my ear.
I turned toward the sound.
Oh shit, no. She was in the bed of my truck. How had that happened?
I stepped back, cautiously setting the bags of groceries on the garage floor, and pulled my weapon free from the holster at my back. Woman or not, she could be a threat. And I’d been trained to defend myself from any type of threat.
A silver throwing star flashed past my head, skimming through my hair and narrowly missing my one remaining ear, before lodging into the garage wall behind me.
“Hey!” I jerked back, raising my weapon.
With a flash of movement, she bolted to her feet in the back of the truck, landing in a ninja fighting stance, a Kunai knife gripped in one small hand and a fighting staff held in the other. Dressed all in black, she crouched low, her gaze wary, watchful. I recognized another warrior when I saw one. Who was she? Even as tiny as she was, I imagined she was a formidable opponent and could easily handle herself. Even so, she was no match for me. In a battle, I could easily take her down. But I didn’t want to hurt her. And I certainly didn’t want her to throw any more stars—or that deadly knife—at me. I could evade the fighting staff, but the knife could cause me bodily harm.
I cautiously assessed my opponent.
“Easy, little one. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Leslie Georgeson writes a blend of romance and suspense, sometimes tossing in a dash of sci-fi or paranormal to make things more interesting. From genetically-altered super soldiers (The Dregs) to deceptive, daredevil rescuers (The Pact), her stories are laced with danger, action, and plenty of steam. Music and the mafia combine in her newly released romantic suspense series, Something Real. Book one, FREAK, is now available at all retailers. Look for the next book, SNITCH, in the spring of 2021.
Leslie is an avid reader, a nature and animal lover, a plant enthusiast, and enjoys spending time with her amazing family. She lives with her husband of 25+ years and her teenage daughter on a quiet country acreage in Idaho.
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