Red Ledger

He's death for hire… Some people measure life in hours. Days. Weeks. I measure mine in kills. A covert military mission gone wrong robbed me of my memory and any link to my past. This is my existence now. I execute and survive. Nothing more, nothing less. I was ready to write Isabel Foster's name in my ledger of unfortunate souls until she uttered the one word that could stop the bullet meant for her. My name. She knows my face. She knows me. She's the key to the memories I'm not sure I want back. Now nothing is simple. I still have a job to do, and my soul isn't worth saving. I'm not the man she thinks I am. I can't love her. And sparing her life puts us both in the crosshairs.

She's the only link to his past… Six years ago, Tristan Stone was everything to me. My whole heart, my future. We were unshakeable, bound tighter by any force that tried to drive us apart. Then he disappeared from my life, leaving me in tatters, broken and running away to one of the most intense cities in the world. Somehow he found me, but now nothing is the same… Tristan claims someone wants me dead. He's scarred and dangerous, but all of that seems to melt away when we touch. I might be the only one who can give him his memories, but I want more. The lover I could never forget is trapped inside the heartless man he's become. I won't stop until I reach him. I won't stop until I find the answers he's not giving me.

She can't outrun him… Isabel should have died the night we met. She has a gift for looking danger in the eye and coming out unscathed. She narrowly escaped DC with her life, and now she's on the run again. I'm hardly her guardian angel, but I'm determined to keep her safe. More, I refuse to give her up. She's under my skin, sparking more than a few latent memories. She's made me feel again. Showed me I'm human in ways I never knew possible. I'll find my way back to her, even if that means contending with the organization that has promised to keep her hidden. Except they have a different way of doing business than I'm accustomed to. Now I have to decide who I really am. Man or mercenary.

He's death for hire… Some people measure life in hours. Days. Weeks. I measure mine in kills. A covert military mission gone wrong robbed me of my memory and any link to my past. This is my existence now. I execute and survive. Nothing more, nothing less. I was ready to write Isabel Foster's name in my ledger of unfortunate souls until she uttered the one word that could stop the bullet meant for her. My name. She knows my face. She knows me. She's the key to the memories I'm not sure I want back. Now nothing is simple. I still have a job to do, and my soul isn't worth saving. I'm not the man she thinks I am. I can't love her. And sparing her life puts us both in the crosshairs.