𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚
Someone is trying to kill me.
For weeks, I’ve been receiving letters at my club with the same warning: they’re coming for me.
And they’re leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.
When my ex—a high-profile senator—says he’s flying in an experienced detective to handle the case, the last thing I expect is a cocky, condescending jerk who I can’t seem to take my eyes off of.
Anderson Brooks is the worst person for the job, and now we have to work together to attempt to lure the murderer out, by putting on a show at my exclusive adult club.
The line between lust and hate is thin, and we blur it like watercolors on a canvas.
Neither of us wants to work with each other.
Now, if we could stop ending up in bed together, that would be great.
𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬
I have no respect for women who sell themselves for money.
Carmela Lane doesn’t just do that—she runs an entire underground adult club for it.
I get called to New York when she starts getting threats from someone who’s murdering members of her club. I’m supposed to keep her safe, but the fact that we despise each other doesn’t make it easy.
Neither does the fact that we can’t seem to stop tearing each other’s clothes off.
With her life on the line, it’s a race to catch the killer.
That is if we don’t end up killing each other first.