Camilla Monk

Island Chaptal nerdy IT engineer by day, romance novel junkie by night just walked into her messy New York apartment to find Mr. Right waiting for her. No, wait "Mr. Clean." A gentleman professional killer with a bad case of OCD and zero tolerance for unsorted laundry, March isn t there to kill her yet. He wants the diamond her late mother stole for a sinister criminal organization. Island agrees to help him find it, facing the kind of adversaries who dismember first and ask questions later. Good thing she s got March to show her the ropes. And the guns. And the knives. The buttoned-up Island is soon having a blast racing from Paris to Tokyo following the clues in her mother s will, and for the first time, she s ready to get close to someone. But falling for a hit man may be the very definition of loving dangerously. "Spotless" marks the beginning of Island and March s ongoing adventures. "

Spotless

Holly Klein

“March, you are the single most damaged person I've ever met, and I include myself in that statement."

A muffled groan answered me, and I jerked back in panic. I hadn't been offered the passenger seat because March was nice to the ladies; I had because the trunk was already taken! 

“He kidnapped me, for God’s sake! What exactly are we talking about?”

“You’re so cute when you pretend to be angry! Don’t you like anything about him?”

“I like that maybe, if I collaborate with him, I get to stay alive,” I stated grimly. 

Hell-bent on making sure March didn't discover that I possessed a bladder like the rest of mankind, I stuffed the bowl with toilet paper to muffle any undignified sound-and yes, I'm aware that this is stupid and I could have clogged the toilet. Having a crush is complicated. 

I wailed in his arms as he patted my head. "Oh my God, I killed him ... I killed him!" 

Walking to the guy, Ilan knelt beside him, pointing a gun at his head. "You scared the little lady. Tell her you're fine."

 At first the guy just kept moaning, but Ilan poked him with his gun, and he croaked, "I'm...fine.

"Mmm, let's see... Two in the thigh, one in the hip, and one . .. oh, excellent job, chérie," Ilan sneered as he examined our assailant. 

"What... where's the fourth one?" I asked. 

An ear-piercing shriek escaped my victim. "You shot me in the dock, bitch!”

My hands flew to cover my mouth. "I'm so, so sorry! Is it... did it fall off?”

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