Owning Jett

Two weeks. One villa. A dangerous game of seduction and lies.

My job is simple: get close, get the intel, get out.

Then Locke Maris walks into my op.

He's cold. Controlled. Heir to a billion-dollar shipping fortune. And so aggressively straight he doesn't even look at me twice...

Until he does.

Locke makes me an offer: play his assistant by day, be his secret lover by night, at a house party where the world's elite will gather to sip champagne, enjoy the Italian sun... and play a dangerous game called Paxis. 

In this ancient variation of chess, humans are pawns and each coded move could start or stop wars. I should report this to my agency immediately. Walk away clean.

But I can't walk away.

Because in the privacy of his suite, the moves Locke makes are just as dangerous, the words he murmurs in my ear as devastating, and the growing devotion I feel as destructive as any global war.

At the end of this, I'll have to disappear like I always do.

I don't get to want things that could ruin my cover-or my career.

But Locke Maris is ruthless about protecting what's his, and as far as he's concerned he owns me.

When everything falls apart, I'll find out exactly how far he'll go to keep me.