Jade Willingston is in search of the man that raised her, the man who taught her everything she knows, the first man that she ever trusted. The only problem is Jade's father is known as the best assassin in all of Europe and for someone to have him against his will, that person would have to be better. Using her skills, Jade travels all over Europe and is hired for some of the most dangerous missions, in hope of gaining Intel on the location of Andrew Tridel--the man who took her father. She will stop at nothing until she sees Andrew dead. Having been hurt all her life, Jade created a wall around her heart to try and block out all emotion. But when Sam, a childhood friend, walks back into her life, will he be able to break down that wall and soften her heart? Or will Jade run away from him before he gets the chance? Can she ever trust again? Well in this business, an assassin's trust is the hardest thing to obtain.

Four months ago, Rory Mackenzie's girlfriend jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge. One month ago, his partner was shot in a drug bust that ended his career. Two months ago, Juliana Karlson and her partner raided an apartment, and he was shot and bled out in minutes. Two weeks ago, she was transferred to New York City. Now, the two have gotten off to an explosive start. After negotiating an uneasy truce, they are surprised to find that they have more in common than they initially thought, and being patching up their relationship, and picking up the pieces of their lives. When serial killer Frankie Gerard makes a reappearance, Juliana finds her world coming undone, and Rory finds himself struggling to fight off his demons. Can they hold it together and come out alive?

What goes around, comes around is the saying for generations right? Isn't that called Karma? But Karma apparently isn't doing its job when justice is never serve. When people don't get what they deserve and never do. And that's where the story begins. Karma is always within sight, always observing from every crevice, you just never see it. - Author's Note: So, to start this off. The whole description thing doesn't quite match the story at the beginning, or the middle, but it'll come in handy towards the end.

Enter at your own risk. My mind over the years is displayed in here. ((PS: even my worst ideas get put in this log because it's my back up for everything I write. I apologize for the horror if anyone is reading this))

The heavy droplets of rain were slowly slipping down the hood of his leather jacket and a few effortlessly kissed his dark chocolate hair. »H…Hi.« I sputtered. »What do you have there?« He walked closer to me and gazzed into my eyes with his dark ones, that perfectly matched his hair, then lowered his sight towards the kitten, hidden under my jacket. »One lil' kitty found another.« He smirked, amused by his own joke.