I shouldn’t have heard the things I did. Shouldn’t have attracted his attention. Now I feel his stare like a touch. Viscerally. Acutely. The Russian assassin has me in his sights, and there’s only one way out. His bed. Good thing I’m drawn to danger.

An Enemies-to-Lovers Standalone Once upon a cold, dark night, a Russian killer stole me from an alley. I’m dangerous, but he is lethal. I escaped once. He won’t let me do it twice. The revenge is his. The betrayal is mine. But so are the lies to protect the ones I love. We’re cut from the same twisted cloth. Both merciless. Both damaged. In his embrace, I find hell and heaven, his cruelly tender touch destroying and uplifting me at once. They say a cat has nine lives, but an assassin has just one. And Yan Ivanov now owns mine.