Pros & Cons

FIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION. There's nothing like being blackmailed by a dead man to really bring a group of cons together. And what a group we are: a hacker, a thief, a con artist, a thug, and a Federal agent with an axe to grind. The deal is simple, we do the jobs and Charlie's lawyer wipes the slate clean for each of us, one at a time. Since job number one calls for some muscle, it looks like I'm up first. I'm Steele Alvarez, ex-Special Forces Close Protection Specialist (a.k.a., a bodyguard for some not so nice guys). After learning what the job is-taking down a seemingly untouchable senator with a penchant for beating up young male prostitutes-I'm in. No questions. A bullet ought to do the trick. Then I met Senator Harlan's latest victim: Breck Pfeiffer, the gorgeous hooker with a heart of gold and the soul of a fighter. One look at him and I'm gone. That kid laid me out harder than any punch ever did. I'll do anything to protect Breck, even kill for him. But Breck doesn't want the senator dead, he wants vengeance. If we're going to find a way bring down the slime bag and get the blackest mark on my record erased, I'm going to need all the help I can get.

There's nothing like being blackmailed by a dead man to really bring a group of cons together. The deal is simple, we do the jobs and Charlie's lawyer wipes the slate clean for each of us, one at a time. Job number two lands right in my lap. I'm Bond. Wesley Bond. (I can't resist saying it that way. Blame my dad, if you can find him.) You could call me a hacker. I redistribute wealth-moving it from rich slimebags to poorer but infinitely more deserving people-and make a tidy profit as I do. My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to bring down some modern-day slave traders. With the life of the one person in this world I love on the line, I can't afford any screw ups or distractions. Unfortunately, my biggest distraction is my biggest asset-Danny Monroe. Danny is a leftover complication from our first job. He's a smart, funny, gorgeous, ex-prostitute, who can't seem to keep his clothes on. I can't seem to keep my mouth shut around him. But I need a fake boyfriend, and Danny is the only option. We don't know who the bad guy is, we have no idea how to prove anything. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to need all the help I can get. Like it or not, we're all in this together.