No cover charged... no ID required... safety guaranteed... Convicted of a murder she didn’t commit, a desperate Elise Mitchell escapes prison to rescue her young son from the clutches of the probable killer, her late husband’s sister. With help from Club Undercover’s owner and employees, she dons a new identity and poses as the wife of the sexy head of security, Logan Smith. Unrecognizable, she works her way back into the Mitchell family’s life to get her son away from them. Falling in love with her fake husband, Elise has no idea that Logan has his own covert reasons to keep her close. Excerpt: “Someone knows.” “If someone recognized you,” Logan said, “why haven’t we had a visit from the police?” “The real killer’s idea of a sick, twisted mind game? Or an attempt to frighten me away?” “Why?” “So I don’t involve the police.” “Why would anyone think you would want to draw that kind of attention to yourself when you’re presumed dead and no one is even looking for you?” “A warning.” Expressing her real fear made Elise too agitated to sit, so she stood and moved around to work off the negative energy. Still… “If I stay around, what’s to keep whoever murdered Brian from murdering me, too?” A conclusion that made her want to grab her son and take off for parts unknown at the first opportunity. To forget neat plans, just go blindly into the night. Or the day, for that matter. Just get out. Where? How, without having the authorities on her within minutes? She would have to wait it out for a few more days. “Elise, calm down,” Logan said, taking her arm and stopping her from wearing out the floor. “The killer would have to go through me to get to you. That’s if he even recognizes you, which I doubt he does.” Logan’s expression was so earnest that Elise knew he meant what he said. But what if the murderer did go through him? What if something happened to him because of her? She couldn’t stand the thought. She shook her head. “This was a bad idea.” “What was?” “This setup. You putting yourself on the line for me when you don’t have to.” Even if Logan had some motive of his own—a possibility that she hadn’t discounted—she sensed the integrity of his promise. “But I want to,” he stated. “Why? What if something happens to you?” She wouldn’t say the word die. “I can take care of myself, Elise, better than you know. I’ve been doing it since I was little more than a kid. And I can take care of you.” “If anything happened to you, Logan, I would never forgive myself.” Elise reached out and touched his face, and a flood of emotions overwhelmed her. Emotions she’d been holding in check for far too long. But when Logan pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her, she gave those emotions free rein. She wondered if this was the actual moment she fell in love with him… or if she had loved him all along and only now was willing to admit it. She’d been alone for so very long… She trembled in his arms, but he only held her tighter. He almost made her feel safe. Almost. She remembered what she’d promised to do. What she would do. But first she needed her excuse to get into Mitchell House. “I should get going,” she said softly. “Places to go, merchants to see, auction items to collect.” “Right.” When he let her go, he seemed chagrined. He touched her face possessively for a second and then stepped back. Heart steadying, she took a breath that was amazingly calm—for the way he was looking at her was enough to take away her breath altogether.

No cover charged... no ID required... safety guaranteed... When ex-Special Forces officer Blade Stone discovers Lynn Cross' life is in danger, the Club Undercover bartender knows he has to protect the beautiful attorney. With the cooperation of the team, he sets out to make up for the terrible mistake he made that haunts him. Lynn doesn’t like living in fear of some madman client with a grudge, nor of having a brooding bodyguard with her 24/7. As they get closer, she realizes Blade seems as if he needs to keep her safe, but why? What terrible secret is he keeping from her?

No cover charged... no ID required... safety guaranteed... When Stella Jacobek was brutally attacked as a teen, Dermot O'Rourke appeared like an avenging angel. He tended her to wounds and helped her to heal and find purpose in life. A decade later, Dermot is framed for murder, and Stella, now a homicide detective, is determined to clear his name. In the midst of the clandestine investigation with the help of Team Undercover, evidence connects the violence of the past to their present-day case. Suddenly, Stella is in danger again, and Dermot, a gang member before changing his life, is prepared to keep the only woman he ever loved safe. But will she return his feelings when she knows the whole truth about the past?

No cover charged... no ID required... safety guaranteed... Agent Renata Fox knew the Feds killed the wrong person they believed to be the cold-blooded Chicago Sniper, but her persistence angers her S.A.F.E. co-workers, who think she’s trying to make them look bad. The real killer is now determined to silence her, and the only man she can turn to is Gabriel Connor. Gabe has his own dark reason for wanting to track down the sniper. He befriends Renata and involves Team Undercover despite her objections. Renata knows she can trust Gabe with her life and heart, but why did this mysterious stranger force her to accept his help?

No cover charged... no ID required... safety guaranteed... No one knows club owner Gideon Maddox’s real identity until the woman he’d once loved walks into the Red Carpet Christmas fundraiser at Club Undercover. He hasn't seen recent widow Simone Burke for nearly two decades—since he testified to put her father in prison for killing his own father. The star-crossed lovers never forgave each other, but suddenly Simone needs his help—and Team Undercover—to prove she is innocent of a yuletide murder. Clearing Simone could reignite the past and a forbidden passion that still burns between her and Gideon, but she can’t let him discover the secret she’d kept hidden all these years. Excerpt: Gideon was stunned. The sounds and movement of the club receded as he came face-to-face with the woman he’d thought was out of his life forever. He couldn’t stop staring at Simone. She’d matured into an exquisite beauty. Her dark hair hung in long waves over her dark green gown—the same startling green as her eyes. Taking the final step down toward him, Simone held on to the railing as if to steady herself. She was taller than Gideon remembered, maybe five feet eight or nine, and her curves had matured—full breasts, trim waist, round hips. It really was his Simone. He’d known her as Simone DeNali, not Simone Burke. “Mrs. Burke,” he said, trying to keep his voice pleasantly neutral as he glanced at her left hand, which had a white-knuckled grip on the railing. No wedding ring… So she’d removed it. “Is there something I should know?” Cass asked, looking from him to Simone. “I imagine if there were, you would already know it,” he said casually. Cass sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you it doesn’t work that way?” Simone blinked and seemed confused. “What doesn’t work what way?” “Cass’s—” “Intuition,” the hostess finished for him, then rushed on to add, “Simone is the public relations person for the Chicago Philanthropic Club.” “Doing a fine job as far as I can see.” He didn’t take his gaze off Simone. “How would you know what kind of a job I’m doing, considering we just met?” Simone asked. Her familiar low, throaty voice made the skin along his forearms prickle with goose bumps. That voice had always turned him on. Now here she was challenging him, Gideon realized, trying to get him to say something to admit they knew each other. Or was she? “It was lovely meeting you, Gideon,” Simone said, suddenly seeming distracted. “Congratulations on the success of Club Undercover.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes when she said, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to circulate.” She floated off into the crowd without so much as a glance back his way. “What was that all about?” Cass asked. “If you don’t have anything to keep you busy, I’m sure I could find something.” “Uh, right, I get the hint. But if you want to talk about her…” Gideon didn’t answer and Cass didn’t wait around for another invitation to leave. The second she moved off, Gideon tried to find Simone in the crowd, but she seemed to have disappeared. Again… She could destroy everything he’d worked for. She could destroy him. All she had to do was tell her brother, Mob boss Michael DeNali, that he’d returned to Chicago.