Stella is the product of the union between a redneck and a daughter of a refugee from World War I. Her family lived in refugee housing for more than forty years. Had it not been for that redneck American GI, Stella would have been born in the same refugee housing.
You might find her on a bike, or at a coffee shop, or by a pool, or at the beach. Chances are she has her laptop with her. Look out! You may find yourself in one of her books.
Can an immortal-possessed assassin accustomed to dealing in death and deception lower her defenses enough to work with a disowned deckhand and an urban denizen? Will dropping her guard lead to heartbreak and betrayal?
Yaz wants to be human again. Or dead. She pretty much doesn’t care which. Or didn’t care, until she met Sloan. One thing she sure as hell doesn’t want is to care for that freakin’ deckhand and that weird-ass brat from the ghetto with the white stripe in his head. Torn between what she wants to do and what she needs to do, she’s faced with choices. And consequences . . .
Sloan’s more than a deckhand on a charter boat. He’s on a mission, too. But damn if that sexy, cold-hearted bitch that throws knives wasn’t effing it up all the time. What he can’t figure out is why he’s helping her and how to keep her from finding out his own deepest and darkest. He derails his mission, his plan, his life for Yaz . . .
G-Mail doesn’t need much. Or so G thinks. Until meeting an assassin with the gift and skills G wants—the gift of immortality and the skill to kill. Can G trust the assassin when it’s time to reveal an identity and a secret, or will the assassin join the pile of bones G-Mail leaves in the past?
What happens when three forces converge on the hot and humid Houston docks? What happens when they travel back in time to a parallel past?
Warning! Explicit sex–oh yes, and a bit of killing. Come on, it’s a story about an assassin! And a hot guy.