The journey to love isn’t always a path you choose, sometimes it is a risk you must take.

The CIA didn’t care if Agent Victoria Marshal lived or died in an Afghani hell-hole. Yet, she survived each torture session with single-minded determination, but human flesh has its limits. She knew her time was running short.

Jacob King led a privately funded black ops group into that Afghani village to gather intelligence. He didn’t expect to find an American woman. He admired her brave humor in the face of her agonizing injuries. This kind of tough-minded woman was someone Jacob wanted to know, so he asked her for a date…same time, next year.

He checked out of the hospital against medical orders to make that date. The bullet wound he nursed wasn’t going to stop him from meeting the woman who’d haunted his memory. The leggy, blond, bombshell in the red dress who showed up for their date blew his mind. 

Bullet wounds and battle scars were something Victoria knew how to recover from, and she had just the place for this sexy-as-sin southerner to rehab. Time, proximity and their natural attraction blossomed into something neither expected. 

In a world of shadows, deceit and dangerous covert missions, where people in Jacob’s line of work routinely vanish and living one more day is never a given, Jacob and his men disappear on a mission to rescue another team. To save Jacob and the men of Guardian, Victoria walks back into the profession that nearly killed her, but this time she was playing by her rules.