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

Ian steadied his spine. The depth of his feelings overwhelmed him. A single glance left Ian bowled over by his weakness, the desire to fall to his knees, and beg forgiveness. But, the ever present shadow that ruled them both barred him. Her hovering presence, demanding they pay in blood for what they’d done, what they had tried to create from the ashes of their pathetic lives despite every warning, every sign along the way.


He cleared his throat. “Just will you come? Saturday?”


Ian swallowed hard and glanced away, blinking away the well of tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “We—we can talk Saturday. Okay? I need to get my head right.”


Adam nodded, surprising Ian by agreeing. “Okay, let’s take a week to think everything over.”


“That sounds best,” Ian concurred. “Saturday at eight P.M.” Ian handed over an index card with an address written on the front.


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