Brotherhood Bonds

The by-the-book detective and the badass bounty hunter: opposites attract as they're forced to work together CHARLIE Hunting murderers is what I do, but this pair is different. A modern-day Bonnie and Clyde, they'll kill again unless I stop them. I need help-and help in this case looks like bad-boy bondsman JoJo Marcone. Good. Bad. Right. Wrong. Gray is dangerous, and Marcone is the most annoying shade of gray-the one that pushes me from merely turned on to totally insatiable. JOJO Tracking down a skip for Jericho Bail Bonds doesn't usually involve partnering with a hot lady detective, but this is no ordinary case. Too much blood has been spilled on my watch, and with the mob after us, it's getting harder to keep Charlie safe. It would be easier if she'd stop stealing my bike. I'm the last guy Charlie ever saw herself with, that much is clear. But I need to find her before our enemies do-and then convince her to follow her heart.

It was supposed to be only one night. When Delta walked into my hospital room dressed in the Jericho Brotherhood cut, he was the last person I wanted to see. But I needed him-and his brothers-if I was going to get away from the criminals who'd beaten me and dropped me like a bag of trash on the hospital lawn. I hated Delta, wanted him and trusted him more than any man I'd ever known, even though we were destined to fail. The Brotherhood had stolen everything I loved-my friends, my family, my hometown. Now I was in their debt. I was prepared to pay with anything except my heart, but that's just what he demanded from me. Like a fool, I gave it to him.