I killed to marry her.
Murder is my trade, and I’m as bad they come. Hitmen never settle.
New town, new job, and a girl to warm my bed. All part of the job, with one hitch that’s got me in knots.
The new girl’s name is Fawn, but she’s more like a minx. Every time she makes eyes at me, I want to rip her clothes off. I’m counting down the minutes ’til I get her alone—in my bed, on the counter, anywhere I damned well please.
She knows what I am and hates my guts, but she needs my protection.
There’s a man after her who makes me look like a saint, and I can’t leave her to the wolves after what I’ve done.
I killed to claim her. I’ll make her my bride to save her, even if I have to drag her to the altar.
Whatever the cost, she’s mine.