Chelsea Armstrong

He'll never let me go. I'll never stop running. When the bratva try to get me to throw my championship fight, I flip them one middle finger and decimate their candidate. I knew my actions wouldn't go unpunished, but I didn't care. I'm unbreakable. I’m surrounded, outmanned, outgunned and I'm ready to fight my way out. I think I’m all alone until a familiar, deep British voice says, “Play fair now. The lady gets to beat you, one at a time.” My one-night-stand has deep connections I knew nothing about, and he's willing to start a war just to get me where he wants me.

The day my wife slept with my best friend, everything fell apart. There was only one person I could turn to–my teammate and secret desire, Trinity "Taz" Guerro. We shared one passionate night. I woke up alone, without even a note on the dresser. She called it a mistake. I called it a new beginning.

To me, that's all Lucian Aston is—a highly sophisticated, posh Englishman who stars in my daydreams. Mostly because of the way he views me as a loud, boisterous, no-nonsense surgical nurse he's stuck touring London and Paris with up to the day of his groundbreaking surgery. Until then, we've got a lot of downtime to kill. So, it's only natural that I put my best foot forward to get to know him a little better. Problem is Lucian has no intention of taking a single step in his fancy wingtips to meet me halfway. That is until we strike our deal.

After finding out the baby his fiancée is carrying is not biologically his, Theo Reeves leaves town and vows to never come back. That is until, 22 years later he returns to handle his late mother’s estate. The hatred of being back in his hometown drives him to a dive bar just outside city limits. A night he planned on spending alone and drinking away the memories, is interrupted by a blonde half his age he can't help but be drawn to. Something about her green eyes and the way she despises this town nearly as much as he does, has him wanting to make some reckless decisions.

The Irish Mafia used the Four Art Gallery to launder money. What's good enough for the mob was good enough for us. My organization has sworn to take down the criminal underground. The Greens reigned supreme over my beloved city, and it was time to burn them down. My job is to launder money for our operations, and gather intel. I was never supposed to be noticed. But then I marveled at a painting on the wall... a painting made by a true artist. A master of his craft. It made me gasp, "Who did this?"

I retired from the Army Special Forces, purchased a bucolic little Upstate farm, and intended to spend my winter years restoring the ancient house, away from people. It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, but it was too late to change course now. When I got a call from an old colleague, everything changed. A favor was owed. A wounded agent needed a place to lie low and hide out from the criminal organization that was hard on their heels.