Never Let Go

September 26, 2017 – Book One, Lazarus Rising

Never Let Go

He was more than just a man…

Dr. Elizabeth Parker didn’t like wild, dangerous men…yet she still found herself falling for sexy Navy SEAL Sawyer Cage. He was her exact opposite—a man she should definitely stay away from, a man who lived for the thrill of danger…but he was also the man she found herself wanting more than any other.

But their secret relationship ended in heartbreak when Sawyer was killed on a mission. Grieving for him, the last thing Elizabeth ever expected was to find Sawyer listed as a test subject for the top secret government project she was heading—a project called Lazarus.

For years, Elizabeth had worked feverishly to unlock the secrets of life and death, and with her Lazarus formula, she finally thought she’d made a break-through. Only she never expected to use Lazarus on her lover.

But the choice is taken out of Elizabeth’s hands…

Sawyer is given the Lazarus formula, and he’s transported to a remote government facility. At that facility, Sawyer wakes once more, only he’s not the same man. He’s stronger, he’s faster, his reflexes and his senses are ten times better than an average man’s. The government calls Sawyer a super soldier… Elizabeth still calls him…hers.

Unfortunately, Sawyer has no memory of his life before Lazarus. All he knows is that something about the sexy doctor awakes a primal response in him. He wants her, and he’ll do anything to possess her. Soul-deep, he feels that she was meant to be his.

Death waits in the darkness.

But something is wrong inside the Lazarus facility. The test subjects are holding back secrets, and danger seems to lurk in the air. The Lazarus subjects are super-human now, and some of those subjects have a very, very dark side. Twisted cravings drive them to the very edge of sanity. Can Sawyer keep Elizabeth safe from the madness around them…or will the growing darkness consume them both?

NEVER LET GO…a gripping new romantic suspense from New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Cynthia Eden.


“I can see your pulse racing.” His fingers caressed her skin. “Right…here.”  And his fingers were over her frantically racing pulse. “I scare you.”

She forced a smile. You terrify me.

He blinked at her smile. “Wrong.”

Her smile slipped. “Excuse me?”

But Sawyer shook his head, as if he were confused, and his hand slipped away from her throat.  “I won’t…hurt you.” His words were halting, as if he had to force them out.

Elizabeth locked her knees. “I need to get started on the exam.”  Fumbling, she lifted the stethoscope—

Sawyer yanked off his shirt.

He had new scars.  At least five of them. New scars that were white lines of raised flesh over his skin.  Her lips parted as she stared at them.

“Thought that would make it easier for you.”

Her stare rose to his face.

He shrugged one powerful shoulder. “Usually the male doc gets me to strip down to my underwear for the exam. You want the same thing?”

“Y-you’ve been injured.”

Another shrug. As if injuries didn’t matter. “Took a few slices from a knife on one of the earlier missions. Then had to get a bullet wound stitched up after a fire-fight. No big deal.”

No big deal. “That hasn’t changed.” The words slipped from her, and Elizabeth immediately wished that she could pull them back. But for just an instant, she’d seen the man he’d been. Her confident soldier. The battle-ready warrior who never admitted to feeling pain.

The man who’d died.

His gaze was assessing as it focused on her face.

Get a grip, Elizabeth. If you screw up, the guards will drag you out of here, and all of your grand plans will go straight to hell.

“Want to say that again?” Sawyer muttered.

I can’t think of him as Subject One.

“’Cause I don’t think I heard you quite right.”

Elizabeth sucked in some deep, steadying breaths. Her eyes flew to the nearest video camera. Someone was watching. Always. She had to remember that.  “I need you to relax while I check your heart rate.” She positioned the stethoscope right over his chest.  She could hear the beat of his heart. But…faster than normal. Elevated.  Her fingers pressed to his shoulder, and his skin’s heat almost singed her.

Elevated body temperature. That bit had been in Landon’s notes. The test subjects kept a slightly higher than average body temperature. Their heartbeats tended to stay faster than an average human’s, too.  Their reflexes were better. Their muscles stronger. Even their healing abilities had increased.

No wonder Wright was desperate to get you all in the field.

“So tell me the verdict, doc…”

Doc. She blinked fast, refusing to let any tears fall.

“Am I alive…or dead?”

His words were obviously meant to be flippant, but Elizabeth jerked away from him, pulling the stethoscope with her.

His hand flew out and curled around her wrist.

She stilled.

We’ve done this before.

So many times. Stood close in an exam room. Stared into each other’s eyes.  Felt the tension thicken the air.  Sawyer…

Did he remember? At all? Anything?

His hold tightened on her.  He pulled her closer once more, and she found herself standing between his spread legs.  His heat surrounded her. His rich, masculine scent—still so familiar—tormented her. She was staring right at the man she’d loved and lost, and there was no recognition on his face.  No hint of emotion. Nothing at all.

“Am I alive?” he repeated, and his mouth hitched up into the half-smile that was painful to see. “Or dead?”

My Sawyer is dead. Subject One is staring at me. Had Landon been right? Were the test subjects truly so different? Not the men they’d been at all…but new people now.