The Irish Mafia used the Four Art Gallery to launder money. What's good enough for the mob was good enough for us. My organization has sworn to take down the criminal underground. The Greens reigned supreme over my beloved city, and it was time to burn them down. My job is to launder money for our operations, and gather intel. I was never supposed to be noticed. But then I marveled at a painting on the wall... a painting made by a true artist. A master of his craft. It made me gasp, "Who did this?"

Konstantin wasn’t the type to be ignored. He commanded his criminal empire with an iron fist but he had secrets of his own. But I was Tatiana Nikolaev. I’d never bend to a man’s will or be used as a pawn. Not again. The moment I tempted the fates and played with fire, life spiraled out of control. My only way of survival was to trust again. But could I?

I’m in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. I never meant for it to happen, but my ex is dead—and I’m the one who pulled the trigger. Whether he deserved it or not, whether anyone will even miss that jerk, it doesn’t matter. Joey is dead, and I have to figure out what to do before I get caught with a corpse on my hand.

The rules of the Hunt: The prey will have a ten minute head start to run and hide.

At the signal, the hunter will enter the woods. The Hunt has begun.

If the prey isn’t captured before midnight, she gets $10,000.

If she makes it until dawn, she gets $100,000.

But if the hunter catches her, she’s his for the night.

My first day working as the Marketing Director for the world-renowned theme park moguls Blackmoore Enterprises was going really well until I came face-to-face with the man who has my heart. But he is not the man I believed he was. The man is an ogre. He’s a bully and likes the words “You’re fired” a little too much. I need to decide. Do I go home with my tail between my legs, or do I stay, ignore him, and show him he’s not the boss of me?