He’s got to be out of his mind. Or head over heels. Maybe both.
If Silk Jones’s superiors think she’s going to hide quietly in protective relocation, they have another thing coming. She was bred to be the perfect law-enforcement machine. Quiet isn’t her style.
Nothing will stop her from finding her partner’s killer. Not the assassin who took him down. Not her own government. Not the fact that she’s in a completely different dimension. And certainly not her by-the-book new partner, who thinks she’s insane and operates on some antiquated idea that he’s protecting her.
Davis Rule doesn’t believe in little green men. Yet, thanks to an interdepartmental shake-up, he’s stuck on Sightings duty. No borderline-insane Ufologist is going to hamper his plans to wiggle out of this assignment as soon as possible—until he discovers a little green man can be almost six feet of knockout blonde who’s quite capable of knocking him out.
Silk would like nothing better than to shake off the doggedly chivalrous Davis, return home and bring the murderer to justice. Except she’s got the craziest urge to keep him by her side. Especially when it becomes clear that allies and enemies aren’t so easy to define.
Product Warnings Contains one combustible couple thrown together without a hope of dodging the flames.
Coming in July 2023, writing as Willa Reece, WILDWOOD MAGIC from Orbit/Redhook. Were the Ross women really witches? A magical tale about coming home when the only home you’ve ever known is gone. Also be sure to check out the first book set in a mystical mountain wood, WILDWOOD WHISPERS. For Harlequin Nocturne, I've written as Barbara J. Hancock, a Faustian series featuring men who've sold their souls and the women who save them--Brimstone Seduction, Brimstone Bride, and Brimstone Prince. And a fairytale shifter series featuring three Russian wolf shifters-- Legendary Shifter, Legendary Wolf and Legendary Beast. Also a YA Gothic Thriller for Entangled Publishing. When I'm not writing, I'm the adopted mom to many rescued pets. I live in the foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains in Virginia with my soulmate where ghost stories are often told on a dark side porch in the flicker of firefly light.