I’m no princess and certainly don’t need a prince charming. I have no one to blame but my stupid, stupid heart. It’s all semantics at this point-I’m stuck between the threat of prison and my arsehole American, whom I just can’t shake. More like a wager, laid at my feet by none other than Cole Carson. It’s a tall order so it’s a damn good thing I’m me. I’m determined to clear her name and make her mine. And by no one, I mean all of the western world. Now she’s back and no one can know she’s here. I not only ate my words, I choked those suckers down with a bottle of whiskey when someone ripped her away from me. She pissed me off and challenged me in ways no one had before. Turns out, there’s a first time for everything because I was wrong about her. Beneath my paygrade and skillset, but I like to think I taught her everything she knows-because I’m just that good. Who am I? I’m Cole Carson and I’m the best at what I do.įour years ago, the CIA forced me to babysit the young MI6 princess, Isabella Donnelly.
"About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.Scars (The Killers #5) by Brynne Asher-Review TourĪ / Amazon.ca / Amazon.uk / /ĭon’t own a Kindle? Download the FREE Amazon Kindle App for your mobile device or pcĪBOUT THE BOOK: Release Date November 10, 2020īeing a spy isn’t for the faint at heart-especially for the brute American and the beautiful, cunning Brit… It bought us memories no one was counting on.That’s when all the veils were ripped off. But when my job came back to bite me in the ass, I wasn’t the only one caught in the crossfire. It doesn’t matter that there couldn’t be a more opposite pair than us. Because when it comes to her, one memory isn’t enough. Not only did I go after her, I chased her halfway around the world. She got the memory she wanted, but in the process, I was left branded.Then she thought she could strut out my front door and my life, right after announcing she was my boss’s baby sister. But within those beautiful, guarded blues? She was laced with vulnerability and grief.We had one night. On the outside, she was strong and self-assured. She wore more veils of armor than I’ve seen in a lifetime. I did everything I could to figure her out. the woman who rendered me stupid in the shadows at a wedding reception. “Give me a memory, Noah.”That’s what she said.
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