Shit happens, doesn’t it? Bad things happen to good people. We make choices but are constantly foiled by happenstance.[*] It’s not our fault. It’s never our fault…
We can explain the shadows away, but the truth won’t change just because the lights are on. They’re out there, watching us. Waiting. A ready meal, a willing victim; they know we can’t see them, and they’re hungry.
Jessie Leigh is an independent witch who has made an art out of deception. Just another faceless drudge in a city that teems with them, she has stayed three steps ahead of a society eager to punish her for a history she had nothing to do with. When a witch hunter comes looking for her missing brother, she’s going to have to re-evaluate everything she ever thought she knew. Or wanted.
Silas Smith is a missionary, a soldier who has never been good at anything else. Forced into a twisting maze of lies and half-truths, he must protect the woman he thinks is human, manipulate her into finding the brother who isn’t, and fight the attraction that binds them more firmly than any Church agenda before she ends up another dead notch on his battered soul.
Plucked from the no-frills interior of a stark jail cell, missionary Naomi West has been buffed, polished, and shined to topside perfection. Bitterly resentful, she is imprisoned within the city’s premier spa and resort and forced to pass as one of them to hunt down an agent gone rogue. The plan is simple: kill him, before the gilded cage she hates so much gets to her first.
Phinneas Clarke has put heart and soul into the spa, turning his family’s secrets and dreams into a successful business that hides the operation he runs behind the scenes. When the beautifully untouchable Naomi checks in, everything starts to unravel, and he must choose between protecting his investment, his family, or a woman too damaged to be any good for his heart.
