Point Blank

Sloane Hartwell reads money for a living. In the basement of a bank nobody thinks about, she flags the payments that are not what they pretend to be. When her best friend flags one payment too many and dies in a tidy little accident, Sloane keeps pulling the thread anyway. She should have known that a secret worth killing for would eventually come looking for her.

Elias Kessler is the contract killer they call the Deacon: quiet, patient, precise, and he has never once failed to close a job. He is sent to make Sloane disappear. He gets close enough to do it. And then, for reasons neither of them can explain, he does not.

Now the machine that hired him has noticed he went quiet, and it is sending something worse. On the run in a cold cabin at the edge of a lake, a killer and an analyst have only what each of them knows. He understands how a killing gets bought. She understands how the money moves. Put those two things together and you can follow the blood all the way home, to the man whose face is on every good cause in the city, the reformer everyone trusts, who signed her death as easily as he signs a charity check.

A standalone dark romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after. For adult readers.