Searching for the Spark

Even the toughest armor can be shattered with the right leverage...

LINA

Love is a lie. I've had that lesson beaten into me ever since I was a child. Some people might think that's a tragedy, but not me. Because you know what's even better than love?

Power.

I clawed my way to the top of the food chain and became the leader of the Beaufort crime syndicate at only twenty years old. Now, nobody crosses me and lives to tell the tale. There's just one little problem:

You don't build an empire without making a few enemies.

My past is coming back to haunt me with a vengeance, but I have no intention of going down without a fight. Hiring a K-9 handler for added security was a simple business decision.

But I wasn’t counting on Ayla. Aloof attitude, dark hair, tattoos--exactly my type. She’s far more than just a K-9 handler, and I want to peel back that carefully composed exterior and see what’s underneath.

I know I'm bad for her, but sometimes, being bad feels too good to stop. I just hope we both make it out of this alive.

AYLA

I’ve always had three rules for how I handle my work: Get in. Get the job done. And don’t get invested.

When a mysterious client offered me a fabulous sum of money to come work for them, I jumped at the opportunity. I thought it would be just another job.

Turns out I probably should have asked a few more questions.

Now I'm stuck working for a woman who is equal parts terrifying and gorgeous. My new employer has a reputation for being ruthless, and I've seen firsthand what she's capable of. She crushes hardened criminals beneath the point of her stiletto heels without breaking a sweat.

I should be running away from her as fast as I can.

So why can't I get her out of my head?