Her most lethal weapon is herself . . . • • • Agent Eleven was always a loyal Agent for the Division. Until she wasn't. Running and going rogue a year ago had definitely put her on their hit list, but what happens when they find her again and force her back to the very world she ran from? Forced to join the elite team of Operatives and their domineering leader with a knack for watching her too closely, she has to tread lightly to finish what she started. Because little do the team know, they weren't the masterminds behind her return. And she isn't leaving again until she finds out the truth about what happened a year ago, and keep her identity a secret while she's at it. With a too hot for his own good leader, his best friend who seems to see too much and two seemingly innocent operatives by her side, will Agent Eleven uncover the truth? And what will she do once she realises she's captured the attention of the very serial killer her team is assigned to hunt? This plan might just be her stupidest yet, and it might just be the one that's gets her killed. • • • I watch from the corner of my eyes as he brings the dagger up to the straps of my top, slipping it under the thin fabric. "There's just a few things in my way." He hushes, dark eyes hooded. He slices through the fabric in one quick swipe, the strap hanging limply as he moves to the next one and repeats the process. • • • Cover by Quirky Circe on Etsy Highest ranking #1 in spy 1/1/2020 (almost 4 years of this - holy hell) #1 in action- adventure 3/1/2020 #1 in romance 18/1/2022 #1 in adventure 18/1/2022 # in secretagent 21/2/2022 #1 in badassreads 21/4/2023 #1 in action-romance 19/8/23 Hit 1M reads on 9/3/2021 Completed final edit on 13/09/2022

Proper cover coming February

Draft • unedited. • • • "And I do love it when a man is at the pointy end of my dagger." I push the blade in more, a sliver of skin parting as red flows between the crevices and blesses the weapon. He only grins wider, "Show no mercy, Angel." He rears up, lips capturing mine and pulling my face closer to his, his hand winding itself around my neck to hold me in place as he draws my whole being into his with only his poisoned tongue and daring words. . . "The enemy of my enemy is my friend." "The enemy of my enemy, is my enemy tomorrow." I counter. • • • They took everything from me. Hunt me. Underestimate me. I have nothing to lose . . . Until he shows up. He is my undoing. The unknown. I can't let him in. • • • He thought I had been broken, consumed in his games. Loyal. At least I was . . . Until I saw her. She is my redemption. She is the job. I have to kill her. • • • Trigger warnings - this book is a lot darker than Alliance and as such deals with descriptions of torture, assault, murder and mention of SA. If this is not for you, feel free to not read. There is some sex scenes throughout this book so please read at your own risk. The main character/s are also very morally grey so if you don't like characters torturing others, this isn't the book for you. • • • Cover by Quirky Circe on Etsy Started writing 09/19 - published 02/20 - finished 03/20. Edited 01/21 Highest ranking #1 in spy 06/04/2020

Unedited. First draft. Fast paced. When edited it will be better, longer and make a hell of a lot more sense. 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒: 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝒸. 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓌𝑜: 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈. 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒: 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅. Paisley Cross has been training her whole life for a mission to cross her path, for her parents to finally deem her and her team worthy enough. With her cousin Artemis Smith and best friend Windsor Carter, and let's not forget the twins, Ryland and Reid Beckett. Will they finally get their mission and more importantly, will they complete it with no disturbances? • • • There's no rule stating that parasites can't be pretty. infiltrate verb • enter or gain access to (an organization, place, etc.) surreptitiously and gradually, especially in order to acquire secret information. If our favourite characters can steal our hearts, what about their children? I cried while writing the prologue.