Grif’s always followed the one rule in the high stakes business of heists: never fall for your mark. At least until he meets Danilo Torres…
Grif Blackmore’s team of thieves, the Outlaws, take down wicked corporations and nab fantastic paydays. However, when their latest heist fails, they end up in debt to the mafia, which puts the pressure on for their next job targeting Torres Industries to go off without a hitch.
There’s one problem. The CEO of Torres Industries, Danilo Torres, happens to not only be dead sexy but unaware of his company’s corruption. When the sparks flare between Grif and Danilo, Grif can’t help but fall for his mark.
Grif is left with a decision to make. Is he willing to throw it all away for the man who’s caught his interest or is there a chance to play Robin Hood without losing it all?
The two guys who strode his way were grade A gorgeous. One walked forward with a casual smile and stroll, his easy eyes gleaming. Even in the trim suit he wore, his height and broad shoulders betrayed the solid muscle he hid beneath the layers. However, the first guy might as well have been invisible once he spotted the other one.
The man sucked all the attention from the room with a glower in his ice-blue eyes and a presence that crashed in like an earthquake. Dan had to suck in a sharp breath as he scanned him over. His blond hair was tightly trimmed, his goatee neat in a way that highlighted his sharp chin and cheekbones. Even though he wore a Valentino suit accentuating a lean figure, his corded neck and the way he held himself made it clear he was all cut muscle.
Dan somehow shook some sense into himself, even if his dormant libido had kickstarted at the mere sight of this man who exuded power from his pores. Maybe if he moved like this guy, his employees might step in line.
“Welcome,” he said, extending a hand. He flashed a smile, his body a traitor as he stood in front of this gorgeous man. “I stepped in for Leonard.”
“What did we do to snare the attention of the CEO of Torres Industries?” the man said, reaching out to shake his hand. Their palms pressed together, and the guy shook with a firm and authoritative grip. If Dan was honest, the intensity made him a little weak in the knees, especially when he caught a whiff of amber and citrus from his cologne. The man stared him down like he wanted to devour him, and Dan was ready and willing to offer himself up.
Katherine McIntyre is a feisty chick with a big attitude despite her short stature. She writes stories featuring snarky women, ragtag crews, and men with bad attitudes—and there’s an equally high chance for a passionate speech thrown into the mix. As an eternal geek and tomboy who’s always stepped to her own beat, she’s made it her mission to write stories that represent the broad spectrum of people out there, from different cultures and races to all varieties of men and women.