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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67266 (not accurate)
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People call me a reprobate. I’m known for my humor, my arrogance, and my inability to follow rules. My boss sends me on a mission to protect the cold-as-ice billionaire I love to hate. I plan to push all the man’s buttons.

He’s as irritating—and as hot— as he’s always been. I expected to want him. What I didn’t expect was for my heart to get involved. There are things no one told me about the mission, and our enemies are closing in fast. We have nowhere to go, but my friend’s ranch turned safehouse. Neither of us was made for relationships, but the longer we’re together, the harder it is to deny the way he makes my heart ache for more. I’ve been living on the run, dodging bullets and my past. Can I stay put and give myself a chance at love? This is book 5 in the Texas Safehouse series.

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FOX

I accepted a glass of whiskey from Lucien, the head of the Marchesi family, and tossed most of it back in one go. I’d been working with the Marchesis for close to a month. After assisting them with solving a problem involving a family member and my best friend from the marines, they asked my boss, X, if they could have me on loan for a while.

Now another mission was over, and we were safe. I couldn’t exactly say the good guys won, but the lesser of two evils had been dispatched. How often was there truly a good side anyway? If there was one thing I’d learned on my missions both in the marines and as a freelance black-ops agent, everyone was always in it to gain something.

My moral code had been lax enough when I signed on to do ops for the all-powerful X, and it was even looser now. There were still lines I wouldn’t cross, but I wasn’t afraid to do things most people would shy away from. There was just one thing in my past. One time when I crossed my own line, but I tried my best not to think about that. Ever.

When my phone buzzed in my pocket, I pulled it out to see who was calling. It was X, probably wanting details on today’s takedown.

“Excuse me,” I said to Lucien. “I have to take this.”

I answered the call as I walked through the French doors into the elaborate courtyard behind the Marchesis’ home.

“I was going to send you a report later tonight. We’re still celebrating.”

“If you’re celebrating with the Marchesis, you won’t be in any shape to write up a report tonight.”

He had a point, but I didn’t acknowledge it.

“I received enough of a report from Lucien. That wasn’t why I was calling.”

I didn’t like the seriousness in his voice. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve got a new assignment for you. It starts tonight.”

“What? I was supposed to get some time off after this last one.”

“This is important.”

“I’m sure it is, but don’t you have other people you could assign it to?”

“What are you going to do with your time off anyway? Spend it drinking with Devil and Angelo Marchesi?”

“So what if I am? What difference does it make to you? I get the work done when I need to.”

“You do, and that’s why I’m sending you on a new assignment.”

I considered my options. No one really said no to X, but if I pushed it, he might go with somebody else, but would he choose me again when another job came up? I wanted a break, but I also needed this kind of work. I wasn’t suited to anything else, and these missions allowed me to blow off steam in a way nothing else could. Are you sure it needs to start immediately?”

“Randall, I need you on this assignment.”

“Wow. Real names and everything. All right, Xavier, I’m in. What have you got for me?

“Perhaps after this assignment we’ll have to do some reeducation around respect.”

I huffed. “This isn’t the military.”

“Exactly, and I’m not bound by any of their rules.”

I frowned at the phone. “Are you threatening me?”

“Stop talking,” he barked.

“Mmm. That’s kind of hot.”

X groaned. “Don’t even go there.”

“I’m just teasing.” He was seriously fucking hot, but I knew X was happily coupled up with an adorable hacker. Not that I wouldn’t go a round or two with both of them if they offered, but they weren’t offering. “So what is this urgent assignment?”

“An… associate of mine has come across some goods that need to be kept in the right circles.” That was cryptic as fuck, but I was used to that shit from him. “He needs to deliver a package to my people, but his secret is out, and a number of high-ranking criminal bosses want to get to him before he arrives at his destination. You are going to make sure he gets where he’s going in one piece.”

“You’re sending me on a babysitting job?”

“It’s a protection job, and it is extremely important. The information he has could either hurt a hell of a lot of people or help them.”

“How deeply are you involved?”

“The man you’ll be protecting went to school with Anna.”

X’s sister, Anna, was a US senator who never backed down from an argument, and X guarded her fiercely. She likely had better security than the president. She was several years older than X, which meant this client was close to fifty, and no doubt, he was filthy rich. People from X’s family only went to the finest schools. So why was this man involved in the transfer of dangerous illegal goods? I knew why X had started his vigilante work, but his reasoning was unique. For all I knew, this man’s family had gained all their money from criminal endeavors.

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The days I spent as a prisoner of war haunt my dreams most nights. I’m doing my best to move from one day to the next, but nothing feels pleasurable anymore—until I find Carlo Marchesi sneaking around my cabin.
Carlo is a mobster. He’s supposed to be under guard. But when he suggests a wicked way to pay for a night in my house, I can’t say no, and I can’t hold back the real me, the dangerous man I never thought I’d be again.
Being with Carlo feels more real than anything has in ages, but he has a life back in Boston, and neither of us are a good bet for a relationship.
When Carlo’s enemies come for him, will love be enough to hold us together and help us survive to build a life together?

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BLADE

I’d had a run of bad days. Ones where I was afraid to sleep because I couldn’t stand the thought of reliving the hell I’d gone through over and over in my dreams. God knows I knew every detail from every angle. I hadn’t done more than doze for at least three days, and I’d rejected all my friends’ attempts to help. I was barely willing to communicate with them when I was like this. One-word sentences were about the best I could do.

Finally, a morning came where the sun was shining, and I heard horses whinnying in the pastures, and somehow, the world seemed a little brighter. My moods were hard to predict. Maybe it was the weather, maybe the fact that I’d gotten four straight hours of sleep the night before, or maybe my fucked-up brain just decided to give me a respite.

I looked down when my phone buzzed. Rogue wanted to know if he could stop by for another crochet lesson.

Was I fit for company? Probably not, but Rogue never pressured me. If I was grumpy as fuck, he didn’t ask me what was wrong, and he always checked before coming over, unlike his brother Grant, who just banged on my door until I thought about shooting him to make him go away.

I typed my reply. Sure. Come on over.

Rogue showed up about fifteen minutes later. I’d even gotten out cold beers and chips like a properish host.

He cracked his beer open, took a long drink, and let out a sigh.

“Rough day already?”

“Grant’s all tense about this new client we’ve got coming in.”

“Oh, right. He warned me someone new would be here soon. Is this the guy getting transferred to us tomorrow?”

Rogue shook his head. “He was supposed to, but now he’s coming tonight.”

“And Grant hates when plans get changed.”

“Yeah, how the hell he dealt with all the uncertainty in the marines is something I can’t understand.”

I couldn’t help but smile remembering it. “A lot of bitching and a backup plan for every backup plan.”

Rogue laughed. “I bet.”

“He’s usually confident as hell, even when his schedule gets fucked. What’s the issue with this guy?”

“He’s the younger cousin of some good friend of X.” Rogue paused. “Do you know X?”

“I’ve never met him in person, but I talked to him when he stepped in to save Grant when his only crime was getting me out of hell. I know what he’s capable of.”

“He must really be something.”

“Based on the men who are afraid of him, I have no doubt that’s true. If it wasn’t for his support, Grant would surely have gotten dishonorably discharged for rescuing me.”

Rogue snarled. “That’s such fucking bullshit.”

I nodded. I couldn’t think anymore about my time in captivity, or I’d end up right back in the bad place I’d been in all week.

“Anyway, this guy, Carlo, is a loose cannon. He came over from Italy a few months ago after his father died. Apparently, he’s been nothing but trouble since. His cousin, who’s the head of the Marchesi family, needed to either kill him or find a place to send him, and X recommended us.”

“He sounds like a fun project for Grant. He needs something to do other than Jacob.”

Rogue’s eyes went wide, then we both started laughing. It felt good. Grant worked hard, and we both knew that. The ranch kept him busy enough without the safehouse clients, but he still needed the occasional challenge—someone to save or something dangerous to strategize over. It was just who he was.

“I brought the scarf I started.” Rogue held up a tote bag that had bright pink yarn sticking out of the top.

“The one for Ghost?”

“Yep.”

“And you went with that color?”

Rogue grinned. “He’s going to look great in it.”

Rogue’s partner, Ghost, usually wore gray and black. I’d never seen him in anything brighter than dark green. I had no doubt he’d wear the scarf, though. He was so in love with Rogue it was almost painful to watch the two of them. At least Rogue knew how lucky he was, far luckier than I’d ever be.

“Are you working on the moss stitch?”

“Yeah. I had to pull out the first few rows like five fucking times, but I think I’m getting it now. I was hoping you’d show me something else I can do so I can make Rhys and Grant scarves too.”

“You should probably finish this project before we move on. How many do you have started now?”

He shrugged. “I like learning new things.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Grant had insisted I get to know Rogue, and the fucker had been right. Rogue was good for me. I’d laughed more in the time I’d spent with him than I had in the whole year before. I hadn’t even laughed this much before… before I’d learned what hell really was.

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Rogue can charm the pants off anyone, but can he catch a man who might as well be a ghost?

Eight seconds on a bull was never as scary as falling for a man who might disappear any second. I might have left the rodeo to work my brother’s ranch, but I never lost my taste for danger… and I’ve never met anyone more dangerous than Special Agent Ghost.
My overprotective brothers warned me away from him, but I’ve never been one to take good advice. When Ghost and I came together, it was explosive… and also healing.
We both have secrets, and neither of us ever thought we’d find comfort like we have in each other’s arms, but he doesn’t know how to stick around, and I’ve never learned how to let someone love me.
Unsure how long the fire between us will burn, we keep our relationship hidden until the day when an enemy’s bullet shatters the hidden world we’ve created. Now we’ll both have to make a choice: to keep hiding our true selves or put our cards on the table and fight for the future we want… together.

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ROGUE

One year before the events in The Renegade and The Reaper

Greeley, Colorado

I’d done it. I’d gone the full eight seconds on Fury. I jumped to safety as the bull was lured away. My whole body ached. I’d taken a hell of a spill a few days ago; the bull’s hooves had come damn close to stomping on my head. I was lucky to be alive, but now I had a chance at a win.

When the announcer read my score and proclaimed that Riley “Rogue” Stanton was in the lead, my heart soared. There were only two riders left to compete, and neither of them had more than a five percent chance of even staying on long enough to be scored.

I punched the air and grinned at the crowd as they cheered for me, letting myself take in the glory of the moment. Any prize money I earned went straight into my savings account, but I could let myself enjoy the exhilaration of a high-scoring ride and fans who loved me. I deserved that, even if I still had a hell of a lot to atone for.

A win tonight would give me a solid chunk of money in the bank, money I’d save for when my brothers came back to me. If they came back. They’d bitched at me about the dangers of the rodeo, then gone off and joined the goddamn marines, where they were making shit money for risking their lives.

At least I had the chance of a damn good payout. Somebody had to save for the ranch we all dreamed of running one day. Grant had tried, but our father always found any money he stashed away and blew it on drugs and partying. Rhys, my twin, was too busy trying to save me to try to keep our father from spending the grocery money on himself.

Now that I’d more or less gotten myself together, it was my turn. I was going to save my brothers, even if it killed me—and it just might. If a bull didn’t get me, there were plenty of other opportunities.

Neither of the last two riders managed more than three seconds on the backs of their bulls, and I was officially named the winner.

Later that night, I was celebrating with my crew at a local bar, letting hangers-on buy me drinks and getting openly propositioned by buckle bunnies and fielding more subtle come-ons from the men who knew I swung both ways. They had ways of letting me know they were willing to give me whatever I wanted as long as we kept it discreet. Things might have changed in some places, but the rodeo was still not a place where a man could be open about his desire for dick.

I had plans to take one of the women up on her offer and maybe grab a guy I knew would be up for a threesome on our way to my truck, but as I leaned over to whisper in the woman’s ear, someone called my name.

I turned, hoping I’d guessed wrong about who it was, but it really was him. Teddy Russo. My ex and the man I’d once thought loved me. The son of a bitch still had me doing the same kinds of jobs my father had once done for the Carlottis. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I knew better.

I did good work, and I’d made it clear from the beginning that I’d take jobs when I could, but I didn’t belong to anyone but myself. I needed to believe that was true.

“I’ll be right back,” I told the woman before motioning for Teddy to follow me.

I headed out to the parking lot. It was better lit than any place out back. I doubted this was the sort of place where anyone bothered to break up a fight or monitor their customers’ safety, but at least I had a better chance of surviving this encounter if I stayed in a place where other people were walking by.

“You owe us a payout,” Teddy said when I stopped and leaned against the side of my truck.

“The men I met with didn’t come through with the money.”

“Then it was your job to beat it out of them.”

I shook my head, fighting to stay calm. “That was never part of the agreement. I do delivery and pickup. That’s it. When those assholes didn’t come through with the funds, I returned the product.”

“That’s not how this works.”

I considered punching the shit out of Teddy and driving off, but he would just keep coming for me. I’d known better than to keep taking jobs with the Carlottis, but it was the perfect way to keep building up savings in the off-season or when winnings were few and far between.

I hoped my brothers never found out that I’d never fully broken away from the life our father had dragged us into, but more than anything, I wanted to have something real for my brothers. I wanted to be the one who could give them their dream. I’d been nothing but trouble to them as a kid. After a few years on the circuit, I’d had maturity beaten into me. The money and the partying were great, but it would only last for a short time, then I’d be used up, broke, and no good to anyone. If I was going to sacrifice myself, I was damn well going to be sure I left something behind for the brothers who’d always been there for me.

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A marine. An assassin. A fine line between love and hate.

I’ve seen too much death as a marine and the son of a mafia boss’s stooge. I finally have a chance to do what I’ve always wanted: raise horses.
The catch: My brother’s ranch is also a safehouse for men the police would never protect.
TJ, our first client, is a hot AF mafia assassin who doesn’t take no for an answer. He’s the last man on earth I want to desire, and the only one I long for.
My self-control grows thinner each day until I give into TJ’s demands, baring myself to him in more ways than one.
TJ isn’t the man I thought he was, and I can’t fight what I feel for him, but the danger that sent him to the ranch is growing and sooner or later, he’ll go back to his family. Do I fight for him or accept that we were never meant to be?

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TJ

Chicago

I stared at the man I’d been hired to kill. I could take him out easily from my vantage point on the fire escape of an abandoned building. I was wearing black, and it was dark, but if he really looked, he’d be able to see me. People rarely looked up. That was one thing I’d learned since my father pushed me into the role of family hitman.

I hesitated, not because I worried about getting caught. It wasn’t like the police gave a damn what happened in this neighborhood.

I didn’t take the shot because the man was talking to my cousin Franco. They were laughing like old friends, yet it had been my cousin who’d convinced my father this man was our enemy. Something wasn’t right, and I was going to figure out exactly what it was.

I watched them, thinking about how easy it would be to focus my scope on Franco and take him out instead. A single shot to the head would easily do it.

His overconfidence sickened me. He knew I was following my mark. He knew I was likely lurking somewhere, planning my shot, but he either thought I was too stupid or too cowardly to eliminate my father’s favorite nephew, a man who wanted my father’s position as head of the family.

I was neither.

I also wasn’t going to sit around waiting for a more opportune time to take out the son of a bitch Franco was talking to. The man was known for using children in his pharmaceutical operations. Eliminating him was a service to the community.

I got into position, set up the shot, and ended the man. I smiled when his blood splattered all over my cousin’s face.

“What the fuck?” Franco yelled. “Reaper!”

That’s what everyone in my family called me. I was nothing more than a killer who was brought in to do a job most lacked the skill or the stomach for. I wasn’t really a person to most of them. Sometimes that was an advantage.

I fired another shot. The bullet came so close to my cousin’s head I’m sure his hair ruffled from the breeze. He stepped back, moving into an alcove. I watched as he frantically tried to pinpoint my location. I fucking loved how scared he was.

I longed to take another shot and make it count, but I needed to know what game Franco was playing. Killing him would leave me with other enemies in the family, ones I couldn’t yet identify. If I was going to bring Franco down, I wanted all his conspirators to go down with him.

I stepped out of the shadows and walked right up to my cousin as he stood there, still covered in blood. “Don’t get in my way when I’ve been ordered to make a kill.”

“You fucker. I didn’t mean for you to kill him when I was standing next to him.”

“I take orders from my father, not you. He told me to get the job done tonight.”

Franco sneered. “I’m going to tell him exactly what happened.”

He was such a little brat. “Please do. I hope you also explain why you were looking so cozy with the son of a bitch.”

I saw a tiny flash of fear before Franco’s haughty mask fell into place again. “I was pumping him for info.”

I shook my head. “No. If you’d wanted to do that, you would have asked my father to delay eliminating him.”

Before Franco could respond, I nudged the corpse with my foot. “Get this—and yourself—cleaned up.”

“It’s your kill. Take care of it yourself.”

I turned to go. “I’m the executioner, not your cleanup crew. My job is done. I’d hurry if I were you. You never know who might have heard the shots.”

Franco huffed. “In this neighborhood?”

I glanced at him over my shoulder. “I could always call the police myself.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and pressed nine, then one.

Franco took a step toward me. “You wouldn’t.”

I had my gun trained on him so fast he probably didn’t register me moving.

“Your father will have you hunted down and killed very slowly if you harm me.”

I shook my head. “I’m the best killer and the best tracker he has at his disposal. No one else would ever find me.”

I walked backward, keeping my weapon trained on Franco. I was acting like a brat myself, riling my cousin up for no reason other than to make myself happy. I had no doubt he would tattle to my dad about the whole incident. Dad was guaranteed to take his side. Because no matter what I did, my father never approved.

I might technically be his heir, but he cared more for my three half brothers than he did for me, and I’d be happy if one of them took his crown. I couldn’t stand all the double-dealing and backstabbing needed to rule. I liked a clean, easy kill.

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I was born to be a protector, and Jacob was born to be mine.
As a marine, I followed my gut and defied orders.
I was left with a stain on my record and nowhere to go until an old friend pulled me back into the world of organized crime.
Paradise Ranch is my home now, but my life is far from easy. It’s filled with dangerous men, threats to those I care for, and enemies who’d like to bring my entire operation down.
I don’t have time for a relationship, but when a scared young man comes to me for help, I can’t say no. I also can’t keep my hands off him. How can we make time for our tender feelings, when danger lurks everywhere we go?

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GRANT

After the bartender handed me my drink, one of the servers caught my eye. I watched the gorgeous man as he grabbed napkins and silverware to add to his tray. He was younger and leaner than the guys I usually went for, but my type had been restricted to the men available to me while I was deployed.

Maybe now that I was back in the States, I could enjoy more variety. There was just something about the way the young man moved, and his hands… Shit, if I was thinking hands were sexy, I really was overdue for a hookup.

The young man looked my way, and I didn’t bother hiding the fact that I’d been staring. His eyes widened before he turned and hurried off to a table. I watched his ass until he disappeared around a corner. As appealing as going after him might be, he was working, and I was there to meet an old friend, not to pick someone up.

A few moments later, I watched X cross the room toward the corner booth I’d selected. As always, people instinctively moved out of his way. Everything about him screamed power, but he was more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. To me, his movements were almost languid compared to his usually rigid stride. I’d met him during a joint operation with his company of Army Rangers. I’d been impressed by his intelligence and leadership abilities.

He held out his hand, and I rose and shook it. “You look damn good. What have you been up to?”

He laughed. “Other than a hell of a lot of things I’ll never speak of, I fell in love.”

I could count the people I found scary on one hand with fingers left over. This man was one of them, but now he had a dreamy look on his face.

“For real?” I’d heard he had a boyfriend, but I hadn’t realized it was that serious.

“It’s very real. Find yourself a man now that you’re back in the States. You deserve that.”

I’d come back to Texas after making my military career crash and burn and dragging my brothers down with me. When I’d left for the marines, my plan had been to return to horse ranch work after I left the military, hopefully finding a foreman position like the one I’d inherited when my father died. I’d hoped to eventually save up enough to open a small breeding operation of my own. But a job like I wanted wasn’t easy to come by for someone with an other-than-honorable discharge. So far, all I’d done was scroll through job ads and feel sorry for myself. I’d been home a few weeks when X had called me and told me he had a job that was perfect for me.

I shook my head at his assertion that love would fix any of my problems. I needed to focus on finding a way to support myself and my brothers. Friendship and sex were things I could worry about later, and love wasn’t a complication I needed. Seeing X looking so damn happy almost made me reconsider the future I wanted, but that was a dangerous path to go down, so I changed the subject. “Tell me about this proposition you have for me.”

“I’m assuming your years in the desert haven’t made you forget how to handle a horse.”

“Hell no.” At least I hoped they hadn’t. I’d been itching to get back on a horse since I’d gotten home. The easiest way to do that was to go see Rogue, but I hadn’t been ready for that yet.

“I have a ranch for you to run.”

I studied him. “Seriously?”

“No, I just made that up for fun.”

“No need to be an asshole. What’s the catch?” I didn’t think for a moment X had bought some Texas property so he could play weekend rancher.

This time he gave me the sly smile I was used to seeing from him. “Paradise Ranch is real enough. The previous manager ran a small but successful breeding program similar to what you’d like to have for yourself, but it’s also a safehouse.”

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