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

“For a man of such refined reading tastes, it’s shocking to learn you’ve the palate of a cranky two-year-old.”


“Did you bring a spoon?” Ian asked, ignoring the jab.


Adam grinned, pleased with the glint in Ian’s eye as he fished a utensil from the bag before opening the container. Ian moaned out loud at the first spoonful, shoveling it in with unconcealed pleasure while Adam sat beside him, marveling as the majority disappeared in several mouthfuls.


Ian swallowed before answering. “I’m going stir crazy.”


“You nearly died. You need to be patient.”


“What I need is to get back to work,” Ian sighed, pushing the half-empty container aside with a groan.


“Am I such terrible company?” Adam picked up the book. Arthur Rimbaud’s A Season in Hell and Other Works. “A little light reading before bed, eh?” Adam smirked, running his fingers over the cover.


Chapter 41