Blurb

A mission is underway, and in the mercenary game, timing is everything.

Beth has spent the last four years trying to tempt Marcus into her bed so why

decide now that it’s make or break with him? The excuses have faded. She’s no

longer too young, too innocent, or too naïve about the job. She’s lead on their

current assignment, success and failure rests with her. Maybe that’s why she’s

decided it’s also time to make one last ditched attempt to secure the man she

wants in her life. Marcus Delany, her boss and a mercenary who claims to have

no heart.

Not wanting Bethany isn’t the problem. Marcus wants her with every fiber of his

being, he just won’t allow himself to give into temptation and have her. For

Marcus it’s not about her age or experience, it’s not even about his ability or

desire to make Bethany his own. It’s about loss. If he refuses to have her then

he can’t lose her. His first life lesson as a mercenary was a harsh one. Loving

with all your heart makes you vulnerable. That’s not what he wants to be. He’s

been there, done that, and the T-shirt wore out long ago.

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Excerpt

The permanent distraction in his life would arrive home soon. He needed to decide whether to proceed with his pursuit of her or not. Not that the pursuit would be a long one, Beth already made it clear, she was his if he wanted her.

I want you, Beth, I just don’t know how to have you. Thinking back on his words that night, Marcus knew she hadn’t understood what he’d been trying to say. Things would have to change if they stood any chance of maintaining a relationship. Whether he wanted to implement those modifications, and if Beth would agree to them, remained to be seen. Resisting the urge to take her to his bed wore thin. He’d denied himself so much over the years, all because of fear. The fear of history repeating, fear of something happening to someone he loved. Adrian was right, it was no way to live.

“I’ve missed that scowl so much,” Nik stated sarcastically as he sat on the bench next to Marcus. “Did one of the guys steal your dummy, so you can’t spit it at anyone?”

“Not in the mood, Nik,” Marcus snapped.

“Clearly,” Nik quipped before taking on a more serious tone. “What’s up, Boss?”

Marcus leaned forward, bracing his arms on his thighs, clasping his hands together as he stared at the ground. His gut churned with worry. Hindsight was a wonderful thing.

If he’d accepted his need for Beth twelve even six or three months ago, none of them would be in the position they were now. It was too late to cancel the mission. Beth was in imminent danger because of him, and there was no way out.

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