Prospect's Curvy Bounty Hunter

I’m the bounty hunter tracking the Syndicate alone for years..

But they just put a massive, live-streamed bounty on my head.

Now an ink-carved ex-military man is enforcing a total lockdown on my life.

Zane is one of the prospects of the club—dangerous to the world, but fiercely protective of me.

He looks at my curves like he’s starving, reading the serial numbers on my soul.

When he hoists me into his lap like silk, the alignment locks our gears together.

I’ve spent eight years running from teams after a brutal betrayal left me for dead.

I don't trust partners, and I damn sure don't need a savior.

But when Zane yanks me off the concrete and pins my body against his workbench, my entire defense system implodes.

His touch is a consuming furnace, driving me completely wild as he claims my body.

He wants to run with me, to stand at my back while we burn the syndicate to ash.

But wanting this possessive alpha is a dangerous gamble when everyone I've ever trusted locked the door on me.

Now the hit teams are closing in, and my fortress is a certified kill box.

I’m used to catching the target, but as Zane locks the security bars, I realize I’m the one who’s finally been caught.

This standalone novella is perfect if you crave a protective alpha hero, forced proximity, age gap tension, and a fierce, independent heroine.