Prophet

Money is my mistress.

Solving problems, my trade.

Until the tables turn, and trouble finds me.

Now on the run, I need a plan.

But not before I’m blindsided by a pain-in-the-ass stranger.

Maggie.

Curves, startling blue eyes, and she hates me.

I don’t trust her, and with good reason.

My plan is simple: use her.

Then I kiss her. Touch her. Crave her.

She was my way out; now she’s my downfall.