A woman - broken in her own right. After Evie Harrington suffers the tragedy that no mother should face, she stops living. Instead of crawling in a hole and pulling dirt on top of her, she drowns herself in her work. As an FBI investigator, her job is never done. If she lives within the confines of her profession, she doesn't have to live her life. That's exactly what she wants: to forget. However, she never counted on Rhett Trimble to turn her life upside down, shaking the walls she has built around herself. A man-who leads a double life. Rhett Trimble is a deputy prosecuting attorney by day and a treasured member of a small ring of assassins that kills under the cover of moonlight. Both occupations carry the same job description: defense and justice. With these things, he lives for one purpose...revenge. He is lost within his anger and drowning in his ache for vengeance. He kills for The Queen while she searches for those that stole his family. His latest mission, the assassination of a member of high society, has rattled the nation. When Rhett's covertly executed assignment gets thrown on Evie's desk in the form of a murder investigation on a sunny Monday morning, their lives become entangled-and not by accident. The moment a bitter Rhett lays eyes on a broken Evie, his heart softens; and a woman that was thrown into his life as a job becomes so much more. As he slowly mends her broken heart, his anger fades, and his ability to love renews. Not only that, Evie is learning how to live again. As Rhett moves in on Evie's heart, Evie closes in on his secret. What happens when justice conflicts with everything you've ever believed? What happens when you fall for someone and have no idea who they really are? Excerpt: Evie had absolutely stolen my heart-pieces of it and her love was the glue that put it all back together again. I was the broken vase and she was the glassmaker that took what was left of me and turned me into the stained-glass window. She had made me something better than I ever was or dreamed of being. I was the widower, the father of a murdered child, the bona fide killer, the man with only revenge in his heart. But, now I was a friend, a lover, a nurturer, a man with smiles, hope and happiness written all over my face. Revenge was not what was driving me now. I was driven by a newfound purpose-love. I was smitten with the idea of loving again-loving Evie, specifically. However, love has this nasty habit of clouding reality, forcing you to forget the minor details...and the major ones. I would soon learn that reality sometimes hits you right in the face. With a chair. And, it feels like someone stabbing you in the heart. With a knife. Scratch that. With a spike.
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