We all have secrets.
As a Ruthless Sinner, I had more than I could count.
Club business was club business. Period.
Marlowe Davenport, the club’s new bartender, had secrets of her own.
The girl was beautiful with captivating, blue eyes that could hypnotize any man.
Hell, without even trying, she had me tied up in knots.
She’d come to Nashville to escape her past, and I was determined to claim her future.
The timing couldn’t have been worse.
There was a war on the horizon, and as those dark clouds drew closer, I would soon discover Marlowe had a part to play in it—a part she didn’t even know she had until everything she cared about was on the line.
Secrets have a way of revealing themselves when you least expect it, and when they do, they don’t give a damn about the casualties they leave in their wake.