Lie Close To Me (Lazarus Rising Book 5)

By: Cynthia Eden

He’s Lazarus, and so is she. What happens when their worlds collide?

He’s hunting her. Maddox Kane has one goal—track Luna Ashton. He’s the best hunter on his team, finely honed and designed by Uncle Sam to be an unstoppable killing machine. He’s a super solider—faster, stronger, and deadlier than anyone else. Maddox keeps his emotions under careful lock and key because he can’t afford to feel. Feeling is too dangerous, and the attraction Maddox feels for Luna is positively lethal.

Luna has no memory of being in the labs with Maddox. She doesn’t remember the connection they shared when they were trapped in hell. She doesn’t remember escaping the facility. She doesn’t remember him. So when Maddox hunts her down, she’s terrified of him…and of the strange psychic and sensual connection they seem to share. Surely she shouldn’t want him so much?

Luna is different from the other Lazarus subjects, and Maddox isn’t the only one hunting her. She’s a dangerous threat to Project Lazarus, and Luna isn’t going to be allowed to just slip away from the U.S. government…or from the other super soldiers who are also desperate to find her. Every Lazarus subject has incredible psychic gifts. Some Lazarus subjects can make people see their worst fears, some can control minds…but Luna’s gift—she can show people their memories. Luna has the ability to restore memories to all of the other Lazarus subjects, yet she can’t see her own past.

And if you can’t see your past…then you never know what danger is coming, what killer is standing right next to you, touching you, lying to you…not until it is too late.



The word drifted to Luna, a low whisper that she knew the doctor hadn’t expected her to hear. But then, he’d never understood just how strong her senses truly were.

“The test subject isn’t like the others. Her experiment was a failure. If we hope for the others to continue as planned, then the only option is her termination.”

Luna wrapped her arms around her stomach. Slid down the wall. Curled her body near the floor. They were talking about her. She knew it. They were going to terminate her. They’re going to kill me.

And this time, she wouldn’t be coming back from death. There would be no waking up, as she’d done before. There would just be the end.

Would heaven be waiting for her? Or would it be hell? Funny, she’d actually thought that she was already in hell.

Her breath slid in and out of her lungs. And the fear just grew worse.

“What’s wrong?” The voice wasn’t out loud. The warm, rough, masculine voice was only in her head. Not because she was crazy. She wasn’t. Well, at least Luna wasn’t completely crazy. She was part of a government experiment. An experiment that should have created stronger, better soldiers. Super soldiers. An experiment that had brought the dead back to life—and given the test subjects enhanced senses, greater strength…and psychic bonuses.

Project Lazarus. The test subjects rose from the dead.

But she wouldn’t rise again. Not after her termination.

“Talk to me.” Again, his voice rolled through her mind.

He was another test subject, and they’d discovered—early on—that they could communicate with each other telepathically. Their link had just snapped into place. She’d woken on an exam table, her body completely nude, terror clawing at her, and he’d been there from the first instant. Telling her to breathe. Telling her that everything was going to be okay.

But nothing was going to be okay ever again.

“You’re afraid.”

He’d always been so good at reading her emotions. Emotions were supposed to be dangerous for their kind. Rage and fear were felt too powerfully by the test subjects. Most of the other subjects were good at controlling their emotions.


Was that why she was being terminated?


She swallowed as she sat huddled on the floor. She sent out a fast, sad psychic message to him. “Good-bye.”

“Good-bye? Where the hell are you going? Are they sending you out on a mission?” Now anger hummed in his words. Odd. He never let emotion slip through. She often thought he was just like ice. She was fire, always raging, always getting out of line, but he’d pull her back. He’d keep her in check.