When you’re born without a trace, no one knows you’re a weapon. I lie for her. I hunt for her. I kill for her. And above all, I betray my mission for her. She doesn’t know why. She doesn’t care why. I do. Treason comes in many forms. Love is one of them. Our training taught me to be a sociopath. A machine. A pawn. Nothing more than a tool for a larger goal, without attachments or feelings. Our teachers forgot one important detail: Pawns shouldn’t have hearts. Yet we do. It turns out our emotions are our greatest weapon. And I know exactly where mine are aimed.
From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Nicole Blanchard. I knew falling in love with him was bad for us both, but I did it anyway. For a brief moment, we had it all. Even though he was leaving to join the Marines and I had four years of college ahead of me, he was everything I ever wanted and didn't think I deserved.
But real life has a way of dashing dreams--and that happy future we envisioned together? It disappeared at the hands of a monster.
Ten years have passed and I'm not the same naïve girl that believed in happily-ever-afters. When unforeseen events draw me back to our hometown and I find myself caring for my two teenage brothers, the last thing on my mind should be reconnecting with the hottie-turned-hero who I loved at seventeen.
As the past begins to repeat itself and old threats resurface, I'll have to trust him with the secrets that tore us apart if I want a second chance at his heart.
This is a FULL-LENGTH, STANDALONE, with NO CLIFFHANGER.
I should never have jumped that fence, and I most definitely should never have kissed her.
Living on the streets, I made some hard decisions to stay alive. I signed a contract with the devil, and because of that, I choose to live alone.
But after listening to my neighbors fight every night for years, it’s finally gotten to me. Now I’ve gone and done it - I’ve broken my only rule—never get involved.
I want to save the beautiful woman next door with the sad eyes from his abuse. I want to take her away from all of this, but what do I have to offer when my hands are stained with the sins I’ve committed?
How can I offer a broken woman peace and safety when those two things don’t exist in my world?