博客來She’s the sort of person I can’t stand: self absorbed, who never sees anything or anyone other than herself. Now, she’s my new job. The woman I have to protect.
They pay me to stalk the stalker. And I love what I do.
But not for clients like Adora. The artist with no last name by design.
That’s the sort of woman the highest paid classical musician on this continent is. Hell, she won’t even speak to me when I meet her. Or when I take her across to the location where we’ll be staying so she’s safe.
Or when I take a bullet on her behalf to save her d*mn life.
Good thing she’s pretty to look at, or this job would be utter hell.
But it’s not until she starts to speak that I understand why she doesn’t. What sort of trauma lies underneath her skin.
Why she prefers her brand of silence and her music to the company of other people.
Why she’s taken on the name that she has.
And now it’s my job to stop the a**hole who’s chased her across the county. The person who’s obsessed with her enough to risk my wrath.
But a bullet won’t stop me a second time. Not now that she’s more than a job. Because I’m breaking the biggest rule in my world. I’m falling for my client.
And I’ll never be able to tell her.
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