A reckoning is coming. Can I survive it with my heart intact?
They call me Reaper.
Killing is what I do best.
Get in. Get out. Leave nothing but bodies behind.
So, it should be a simple favor for an old friend.
Kill the man responsible for an innocent woman being dragged into a human trafficking ring.
Added bonus? I get to wipe some scum off the Earth.
Only it turns out he’s just the tip of a huge iceberg of vile behavior.
Other women are trapped in the same sick, sticky web.
And I’ve followed a thread to New York.
Taking out the men at the top will be easy enough…
As long as the beautiful cop and her hot-headed partner don’t get in my way.
But they won’t seem to stay in their own lanes.
Nor will the feisty brunette get out of my head.
It’s the kind of distraction I can’t afford—no matter how good it feels to be buried inside her.
I’ll do whatever it takes to complete the mission.
Because it’s time for a reckoning.
The only question is: who will survive it?
Dead Reckoning is a stand-alone romantic suspense novel. It is the first book of The Scarred Heroes Series, part of the Sins of the Mafia World.
She’s my best friend’s kid sister.
Now she’s not a kid any more.
As a forest ranger, I believe in the simple life. I prefer cabins to apartments, trails over freeways, and trees to people. My life is orderly, predictable, and quiet.
Until it’s hit by a woman I never saw coming — Hurricane June.
She’s fierce. She’s feisty. She has a laugh like the first day of spring, and she’s so pretty that I can’t breathe when I look at her. June will only be in town for a few months—just while job-hunting. She won’t last until winter, but how can I resist?
Except I have to. She’s my best, oldest, and most loyal friend’s baby sister.
Betraying him would be the worst thing I’ve ever done. Not betraying him might be the hardest.
Especially once we start working together on a secret project. All this spending time together, sneaking around at night, and lying to her brother about what we’re doing sure feels like more than friendship.
June might break my heart. Her brother might break my nose.
But I guess some things were made to be broken.