While young doctor Adam Morrow resigns himself to an uninformed existence, world-weary assassin Ian Abbott struggles with a life he never asked for. When the two strangers meet by chance, the attraction is immediate. And deadly, as Adam walks in on Ian in the middle of a hit. The situation spirals out of control once Ian discovers he and Adam share a connection far more profound than either imagined. Shocked by the discovery, Ian makes the hasty decision to kidnap him. Overnight Adam is torn from his promising career and a family who believes him dead. Things go from bad to worse when he finds himself reunited with a mother he never knew who is now head of a covert and shadowy group of killers for hire. Forced into joining their ranks, with Ian as his reluctant trainer and handler, Adam is given a series of impossible tasks to complete. To survive, he must fight with everything he has to keep his life, his sanity, and his very soul from being swept up in a violent and chaotic world even as he battles his unwanted and complicated feelings for Ian. For his part Ian, a man with dark secrets of his own, has a past he isn't ready to share with Adam even as the other man worms into his life in more ways than one. The two grow closer and lines blur -- between good and evil, friend or foe, enemy or lover. But something, or someone, plots against them, determined to do everything in their power to keep them apart. Even if it means destroying them both.

The Dead Don't Lie

“What are we doing?” Adam murmured in the space left between as he wet his lips, eyes wide, more inquisitive than alarmed.


Ian’s heart cracked open at the sight, that earnestness, even after what he’d endured at his hands no less. Ian swallowed back the taste of his bitterness. Katherine’s words sharp and stern, lingering there in the back of his mind. He could see it now, the traces, the faint ghostly image of Rhys stamped there. Rhys, whose memory only reminded him of his failures, his inability to live up to his expectations. Ian’s hand slid away. Adam’s brow furrowed, perplexed by the swift change in Ian’s demeanor. Eyebrows knitted to a point as he searched Ian’s stony face for answers.


Ian dragged his attention toward him, clearing his throat. “Nothing,” he answered, struggling to control the tremor in his voice. “We’re not doing anything.”


Chapter 33