Hitman's Bunny
(2026)(The third book in the Dangerously Loving series)
A novel by Kelani Knox and Sasha Sin
I've killed two hundred and thirty-one people.
None of them cost me a night's sleep.
But this woman does.
Kali Morrison rear-ends my surveillance vehicle mid-job.
Then she stumbles out with a half-dead fox kit and an apology she can't stop talking long enough to finish, and something in my carefully controlled life comes loose.
She’s not afraid of me. Doesn’t keep her distance.
And I don’t know how to handle it.
She thinks my silence is a cute personality trait.
Thinks my distance is because of a broken past.
Thinks I’m very committed to doing an impression of a romance novel hero.
She's not wrong. She's just wrong about which kind of danger she's flirting with.
I warn her.
I tell her exactly what I am, in words plain enough that she should run.
Instead, she laughs it off like I'm being dramatic — and it cracks something in my chest.
I should finish the job and disappear before she figures out I meant every warning.
Instead I'm in love with a woman who has no idea what's standing in her kitchen, no idea how many times I've already lied just to keep her looking at me the way she does.
She thinks the worst thing I could do is break her heart.
She's about to find out exactly how wrong she is…
The second she sees my hands the way I actually use them.
Read on for a small-town romance where a contract killer meets his match in a woman soft enough to save wild things and stubborn enough to think she can save him too. HEA guaranteed.
Genre: Romance
None of them cost me a night's sleep.
But this woman does.
Kali Morrison rear-ends my surveillance vehicle mid-job.
Then she stumbles out with a half-dead fox kit and an apology she can't stop talking long enough to finish, and something in my carefully controlled life comes loose.
She’s not afraid of me. Doesn’t keep her distance.
And I don’t know how to handle it.
She thinks my silence is a cute personality trait.
Thinks my distance is because of a broken past.
Thinks I’m very committed to doing an impression of a romance novel hero.
She's not wrong. She's just wrong about which kind of danger she's flirting with.
I warn her.
I tell her exactly what I am, in words plain enough that she should run.
Instead, she laughs it off like I'm being dramatic — and it cracks something in my chest.
I should finish the job and disappear before she figures out I meant every warning.
Instead I'm in love with a woman who has no idea what's standing in her kitchen, no idea how many times I've already lied just to keep her looking at me the way she does.
She thinks the worst thing I could do is break her heart.
She's about to find out exactly how wrong she is…
The second she sees my hands the way I actually use them.
Read on for a small-town romance where a contract killer meets his match in a woman soft enough to save wild things and stubborn enough to think she can save him too. HEA guaranteed.
Genre: Romance