Sharing quarters with three seductive assassins? Yes, please! Klaus Assassins don't usually retire, but I did. I could've spent the rest of my life relaxing with my attractive boyfriend. Instead, I've been talked into taking a job transporting silver across the European continent. Our crew consists of three sinfully handsome fellow assassins and my boyfriend, who I allowed to join against my better judgement. There are a few things I haven't told my boyfriend Magnus about this job. First, my intimate history with one of our colleagues. My passionate tryst with Franky ended when I decapitated his lover, and we haven't spoken since the war. Second, I haven't fully elaborated on the breadth of the 'skanky wastrel' phase I went through in my twenties. Magnus thinks I have problems with commitment, I'd say I've been hurt too many times. Magnus I've always felt out of depth in Klaus' life- and his bed. I agreed to come on this job in the hopes it would bring us closer together. If I had my own stories to tell maybe Klaus would find my company more compelling. At the very least, maybe this last job is enough to convince him to settle down for good. But I can't ignore the looks of attraction and desire that pass between Klaus and the other assassins. I feel awful when they look at me the same way, tracing their eyes over my body. What am I supposed to do? Of all people, I find myself becoming close with Klaus' ex. What starts at raunchy joking becomes something real, and I feel tempted to do more than just talk. Franky understands me in a way that Klaus never did. Things heat up when we're put in close quarters. And a shocking discovery leaves me feeling betrayed, driving me into Franky's waiting embrace. Was my decision to take this job worth the payoff, or did my selfish desires push my lover and I into the arms of other men?

I've found the love of my life but he's already dating someone else. Franky Magnus has resolved to take me as his lover, and night after night he tempts me with sinful things we could do together in the quiet gardens and the backrooms of parties... ...And it takes every ounce of my self-control to refuse him. His boyfriend tells me that he'll kill me if I so much as touch him. Doesn't matter that Magnus and Kenny are fighting, Kenny's killed for love before, he'd do it again. I've got to dodge Magnus' advances long enough to get them back together, and then maybe they'll let me join their relationship. Honestly, I'd rather fight Waterloo again, but I have to do this for Magnus. I know we're meant to be together and I won't let love slip through my fingertips, not again. Magnus I might be a gentleman, but I've fallen for an ex-revolutionary assassin with a tacky chest tattoo. I'm loving every moment of teasing Franky, of building the tension between us and watching him squirm as he denies himself. I can't even look at Kenny after what he did. But when Mikey reveals the real reason we're headed to Venice, it threatens my plans for romance. How can I think about love when the stakes are so high?