How much bad luck can I possibly have? There's a serial killer on the loose, killing blue-eyed blondes, and after accidentally walking in on him murdering my roommate (a blue-eyed blonde, of course), he's after me. I have green eyes and brown hair, so I'm not even his type—but I guess I'm a witness now. Great. Just great.
On top of that the police deny that there is even a serial killer, opting for my roommate's ex as the prime suspect instead.
I'm on my own, and I already have a faint idea how that is going to work out for me. I need a protector. Unfortunately, there aren't many people willing to take on that kind of job.
Theron
I'm brokering unusual services to people with unusual problems. The solutions often involve highly skilled contract killers or a specific kind of cleaning personnel—if it's already too late for the former.
Normally I don't keep people alive. At least not until Eloise Price asks me to catch a serial killer. I probably should say no considering that I suspect the killer is one of my own men.
But somehow I just can't resist Miss Price…
This is a dark and twisted romance novella with a guaranteed HEA.
