What’s worse than sleeping with a stranger?
Finding out he’s a ghost.
Then learning you’re pregnant with his baby.
I was just chasing a mafia story.
One reckless lead, one dark alley, one heartbeat from death…
Until his fists saved me.
Blood-spattered knuckles.
Steel in his eyes.
“Ask about the Keans again,” he growled, “and I won’t be there next time.”
Flynn Tine was supposed to be one dangerous night.
A forbidden rush wrapped in muscle, shadows, and secrets.
Except Flynn doesn’t exist.
