AJ Hamilton never expected his life to spiral so low. Tangled up with Baltimore's largest crime boss, The Magician, he is ordered to threaten a bothersome reporter. His attraction to Megan Rogers was as unexpected as was their heated encounter. AJ tries to warn her off. When she doesn't heed his advice, he's forced to protect her from herself. After witnessing something that puts their lives in danger, he kidnaps her.
When AJ saves Megan from the clutches of certain death, they must go on the run to stay alive. Tensions are high and their passions flare as they fight to stay one step ahead of The Magician. As they put their plan to expose him into action, AJ is forced to make a choice. But no matter the option he chooses, he may not be able to protect her or their hearts.
*Due to the sexual content, this book is recommended for mature audiences only*
Oh no. Did that mean? She spun around, took a hesitant step closer to Sherlock. She gasped when she saw his face. It was him.
AJ. He was dead. Noooo! In spite of her best efforts, tears pooled in her eyes and tremors shook her hands as she snapped photos of him. He couldn’t be dead. Why did he have to be a bad guy? She couldn’t forget what had happened between them or how quickly his hands had warmed her blood.
She wanted to drop to her knees and cradle his face. She knew they’d never had a relationship or a chance to find out where the heat between them would have gone, but it hadn’t stopped her from dreaming. She had been connected with him on an elemental level. Her mouth pulled into a frown. An unexplained ache flooded her heart. What had he done to warrant his death?
Did it have to do with his visit to her? Was Hank supposed to be there with him? That thought soured her stomach. He’d have beaten her. Did AJ die because they’d been physical? Unfortunately she doubted she’d ever find out. The boss spilling the beans was doubtful.
She looked around the area. It was desolate and deserted. It was the perfect place for a murder.
Something seized her ankle in a tight grip. She gasped, dropped her phone, looked down and her heart seized. AJ pointed a gun at her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he ground out.
She screamed, wishing she’d carried Trent’s panic button with her.
Sheila has been an avid reader since she was young, believing in fantasy worlds, women sleuths and happily-ever-after. Instead of writing as a career, she followed in her father’s footsteps and joined the U.S. Air Force. After 12 years, she left the military as a disabled veteran then spent 12 years in higher education executive leadership. After reading her first romantic suspense novel, Sheila finally knew what she wanted to write. She has since retired to fulfill that dream. When not writing, she reads or spends time with her family. She lives in north Mississippi with three rescue cats.