”I live alone. I do not keep a bevy of cats. I cook, clean, read, and write. I’m thirty-one and have no hang-ups about age, hair color, or squeezing out a kid before my clock starts ticking. I pay my taxes, own my condo, always drive a fine car — but I never drive when I plan to drink. And I like to drink. A lot.
I go to church. I sing in the choir. I do volunteer work during the holidays. I feed the poor, collect clothing for the homeless, and bake peerless snicker-doodles for the church raffle.
I’m a nice girl, but I’m also the kind of girl who will lure you into a hotel room, give you the time of your life in bed, then skillfully slip a stiletto blade under the back of your skull and scramble your brains as you come. And then collect a boat load of money for it.”
For the first time ever all 5 parts of Rebecca Milton’s beloved series of everybody’s favorite sexy assassin are bundled together in this ultimate box set collection.
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
That wasn’t the shade of my lipstick. That was me. Bellied up to a bar at noon on a Wednesday, an empty martini glass in front of me.
“Martini, painfully dry, exceptionally dirty,” I had said to the young guy behind the bar when I walked in that afternoon. “Heavy Water vodka if you’ve got it.” He shrugged apologetically and held up a bottle of Absolut. “That’ll do,” I said, “but when I say dry, I mean dry, Handsome, like, there should be dust on the olive.”
He laughed. I didn’t. But I checked him out while he did his thing. He was gorgeous, built, and could pour one hell of a martini.
“You keep making them just like this, keep them flowing,” I said, waving mostly-empty glass number two at him, “and I just might take you out back and fuck you within an inch of your life.”
“I get off at seven,” he said, and set number three in front of me. Just a little sassy, I thought. I like that in a man.
I guess at this point, a dutiful narrator would say something like, let’s go back to the beginning, and then he’d unfurl some wildly literary…