He was ordered to keep his hands off her. She was ordered to keep her father’s debt.
Odile Marchand is the best forensic accountant in Paris. She can read a ledger like a confession, and she has just found out her father is a thief.
Gaspard Marchand has vanished with six million dollars of the Kallistos family’s money, and the council wants blood. Theron Kallistos, the cold, careful head of the family, can’t override them. So he gives Odile ninety days to find her father or repay the debt, and assigns her a guard.
Lazaros Kallistos is the warm one. The golden one. The man with the dimple, the card tricks, and a bullet wound in his shoulder that he’s told no one still hurts. His orders are simple: keep her alive, keep her close, and do not touch her.
He lasts about three weeks.
Locked cars, blizzards, a motel with a heart-shaped bed, a ball where the whole council is watching them dance. Every night they say it’s a mistake. Every night they make it again.
Then Lazaros does the one thing she can’t forgive. He does it on purpose, in front of the man who wants her dead, and it costs her the one thing she trusted him with.
Now Odile has a murderer’s house to walk into, a father in a basement, a grave that isn’t where she was told it was, and a man who has to learn that sorry isn’t a currency. He has to earn her a day at a time, at ten feet, with a tape measure.
Dark. Dangerous. Funny. Furious.
A forbidden-love mafia romance with a sharp-tongued heroine who swears in French, a hero with an icy edge he’s afraid of, real consequences for cruelty, and a family you’ll want to move in with. Jealousy on both sides. Forced proximity. One bed. A violin played very badly.
The Kallistos Dynasty can be read in order, but each book follows a new couple with a satisfying HEA.
Odile Marchand is the best forensic accountant in Paris. She can read a ledger like a confession, and she has just found out her father is a thief.
Gaspard Marchand has vanished with six million dollars of the Kallistos family’s money, and the council wants blood. Theron Kallistos, the cold, careful head of the family, can’t override them. So he gives Odile ninety days to find her father or repay the debt, and assigns her a guard.
Lazaros Kallistos is the warm one. The golden one. The man with the dimple, the card tricks, and a bullet wound in his shoulder that he’s told no one still hurts. His orders are simple: keep her alive, keep her close, and do not touch her.
He lasts about three weeks.
Locked cars, blizzards, a motel with a heart-shaped bed, a ball where the whole council is watching them dance. Every night they say it’s a mistake. Every night they make it again.
Then Lazaros does the one thing she can’t forgive. He does it on purpose, in front of the man who wants her dead, and it costs her the one thing she trusted him with.
Now Odile has a murderer’s house to walk into, a father in a basement, a grave that isn’t where she was told it was, and a man who has to learn that sorry isn’t a currency. He has to earn her a day at a time, at ten feet, with a tape measure.
Dark. Dangerous. Funny. Furious.
A forbidden-love mafia romance with a sharp-tongued heroine who swears in French, a hero with an icy edge he’s afraid of, real consequences for cruelty, and a family you’ll want to move in with. Jealousy on both sides. Forced proximity. One bed. A violin played very badly.
The Kallistos Dynasty can be read in order, but each book follows a new couple with a satisfying HEA.
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