Kissing the Killer — B.B. Hamel

The killer took me, but I won't be his. He showed up in the night, killed my drunk abusive father, and carried me away. Brooks is an arrogant mafia hitman, all ripped muscles and dangerous tattoos. He kills for the mafia, and lives on the edge of death and violence. But he spared my life that night. He should have shot me, but instead he took me home and protected me. Now we're on the run. If the mafia finds out what he did, we'll both be finished. Killer, protecter, cocky jerk. I need him, but I hate that I want him. I have to give myself over to him, or we both might end up dead.