My life has never been a fairy tale. Broken by a family tragedy and exhausted to the bones, I found my solace in romance books and quiet life. I always wanted to write stories and finally I had my chance. Except looking for inspiration has led me to a situation I couldn't imagine in my wildest fantasies. Because my fantasies never included this huge grumpy bossy man. Though I could definitely fall for those strikingly blue eyes, I wasn't near ready for the whirlwind ahead. I just wanted some inspiration! Not being dragged in the middle of something criminal! I should have known it was a bad idea. I mean he was definitely a hitman to the Mafia or something and suddenly I was his partner in crime. So much for quiet life! But as secrets became revealed I started to realize that Mr. Hitman had so much more to him than chiseled muscles, brute force and bald head. Could he keep me safe in the middle of a storm? And could I keep my own heart safe and stay alive at the same time? Or should I just stick to book boyfriends? Mr. Sexy Hitman is full of surprises and I'm willing to investigate. My life has never been a fairy tale. Would it be a happy ending?
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