Scent of a Shadow — Jennifer Johnson

Ninjas don't exist, do they? Bonnie Moore earned the name the Bloodhound because of her ability to track down beneficiaries for the retirement systems of the Commonwealth. As a divorced mother of three, she has her hands full with her daughter's relationship with a juvenile delinquent, her five-year-old son who sleeps on the floor next to her bed because he's afraid of the dark, and her middle child who is -- well -- caught in the middle. Bonnie has more important things to worry about than her present case -- a delusional man who claims to be a ninja. Brandt Sherrod makes his living slipping in and out of places undetected. So, when the Bloodhound finds him, he's intrigued by her no-nonsense attitude, observant blue eyes, and her fierce, protective loyalty for her family. As a man who's never had a family of his own, Brandt decides to give the Bloodhound a new trail to track. Can Brandt be trusted, or has he drawn Bonnie into a fantasy world of his making?