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I have to handle the threat to my wife if I’m ever going to consummate our marriage. Amy Davis—that’s the name I gave her when I broke every FBI rule and put her in witness protection—isn’t taking this new threat seriously. But she will. As soon as I get to Colorado to handle the threat and my brat. Just because she no longer has to testify against a notorious gangster, doesn’t mean she’s safe. There are people who want to find her. Very bad people. She’s no longer eligible for government protection. I have a team to help me—not the agents I’ve worked with for decades. This team I formed through my membership at a very private club. This team I trust with my life and my “fake” wife. Can I catch the criminal and convince my wife our relationship is real—before he ends her?

Excerpt from The Handler

No. I freeze. My heart rises to my throat. Tyler stands right outside Katherine’s door. His glower travels the length of the hallway and grips the back of my neck. Fuck. He’s pissed off—at me. Despite his rumpled suit, he still looks like the sexy, powerful Dom who captivated me years ago. His crossed muscular arms help the vibe. I move a few feet closer, trying to ignore the flutter in my belly. Not a streak of gray mars his golden-brown curls, the same as always—long and curly on top and nearly nonexistent on the sides. His bronze skin still looks like he just spent a week on the beach. “What are you doing here?” I ask before he gets a chance to take control. His forest-green eyes are on fire. “You didn’t return my calls. That’s not what we agreed to. After forty-eight hours with no contact, I followed protocol.” Tyler’s voice is perfectly Midwest with no accent, but the command in his tone touches me intimately in a way he hasn’t achieved over the phone. Something about him in person—pissed off and growly—takes me right back to the club days. I shake it off. I talked to him three—okay maybe four—days ago. “I’ve been busy with this wedding. I’m still busy.” “And with the treasurer’s job for ABBA, too, I assume?” Crap. He wasn’t supposed to know about that. Enzo’s dead. “It’s a tiny organization. No one’s going to notice.” “I noticed.” “You’re supposed to.” At least I guess that’s his job since he seems to be good at it. “Leave or take a seat. I have to take care of this bouquet.” “I’ll save you a seat.” Why does that sound like a threat to my ass?

Tropes

Fake marriage, One bed, Secret identity, Forbidden relationship, BDSM

Reader Reviews for The Handler

“…action-packed drama had me glued to the pages.” Amazon reviewer

“A new series with plenty of action, and suspense with a bit of BDSM in the mix, and I loved it” Goodreads reviewer

“This is a fast paced read that has plenty of suspense and danger but also has some quite heart-breaking moments all in all it is a story that keeps you engaged until the last page.” Bookbub reviewer