Between The Greys

Not once have I hesitated to do my job, until today . . . I'm great at what I do-at least the one I tell people about. There's a reason I get the rates I do and why everyone in the business fears me-I can complete a contract in record time and have never left even the tiniest trace I was there. But then I get the hit order, the one that changes everything . . . When I walk into the chapel, ready to off the best man and collect my bounty, I don't expect to see Rhodes, and I sure as shit don't expect to scent him as my mate. Now I have ten seconds to decide if I am going to pretend I'm a guest in the hopes of getting what I've always wanted or complete the job with the precision it requires. I choose Rhodes and inadvertently put the target on his back. Targeted by Love is the first book in the highly anticipated Between the Greys series by Colbie Dunbar and Lorelei M. Hart. It features an alpha wolf hitman, the omega who still owns his heart even after all these years, the brother who brought them back together via a contract on his life, a wedding catastrophe, a second chance with the one who got away, true love, fated mates, and an adorable baby. Contains mature themes.

If wrong place, wrong time was a person, it would be me. I was the king of it. As a child, I stepped into our garage moments before it was hit by lightning and lost my sense of smell. When I was a student, I walked in on a classmate changing their grades moments before they were caught, resulting in my expulsion. After my first real job promotion, I went to dinner to celebrate and saw my boss cheating on his husband with his personal assistant and I got fired. And now? Now I'm in the worst place of all: behind a dumpster as someone is murdered. If I get caught, it won't be as simple as finding a new school or another position, I'll be dead. So what do I do? I shift into my cat form and crawl underneath the dumpster, hoping for the best. If "the best" is one of the murderers coming over and telling me I need to come with him, that is. I go. I should be scared, petrified even, but I'm not. Instead, I jump right into his arms and start purring. What is wrong with my cat? Contains mature themes.