Threats aren’t easily eliminated when they retreat into the shadows.

I always liked Trace Wyatt but I never claimed to “like him” like him. Yet somehow we made a mistake. Something involving too much alcohol, raging hormones, and an Elvis preacher. The bottom line is I need to undo that mistake because I truly suck at relationships.

As one of WD Security’s team of personal security guards, I’m very good at kicking butt (in flats or high heels) and spotting danger from a mile away, but what just happened in Vegas? I never saw that coming. Not just the bullet that got a little too close for comfort, but that other thing I’d like to forget. The one that has my partner, Mr. Wyatt, all up in my biz.

Meanwhile, our prime directive is protecting the enigmatic, insanely rich Harvey Masterson from an anonymous stalker. This should be almost routine for Trace and me. But this one is relentless, lurking somewhere inside Harvey’s circle of wealthy cronies and determined to peel away every last layer of his protection, starting with us.

CRAZY IN PARADISE

The Florida Keys has everything for your perfect vacation. Beaches, beverages, and betrayals.

Quirky property owner, Madison Westin inherits a whole lot more than her aunt’s quaint beachfront cottages. Taking on a slew of colorful and shady tenants, Madison navigates a whole new world of drunks, ex-convicts, and fugitives. But all new businesses have their hang-ups.

With a ruthless lawyer and the former property manager out for blood, Madison is forced to enlist her Glock-rocking bestie to help her take down vile enemies. But can the feisty Madison ace her crash course in blackmail, murder, and drugs before it’s too late?

Sometimes it’s safer to stay dead—it’s easier to dig for the truth.

I’ve got a man handcuffed to my bed.

I’m Harper Finn, legit business owner. But I picked up a ringing phone that wasn’t mine and…well, I’m now involved.

Sure, Grey Walker, six feet of blue-eyed hotness, will gripe about me kidnapping him when he wakes up. But I couldn’t just let the ex-cop fall prey to a hit someone took out on him. Trust me, with people setting him up to take the fall for an infamous murder, he’s better off pretending to be dead for a while. In south Florida, it’s easier than you might think.

And as we dig for the truth, we have to be careful not to wind up at the bottom of Biscayne Bay.

Just when you think it’s safe to stop looking over your shoulder…

When Stella Redman’s abusive ex-boyfriend, “Tick,” appears out of nowhere hell-bent on turning her into a hood ornament, she doesn’t stick around to ask why. She runs hard and fast, looking for a friendly door.

Lucky for her, the door belongs to WD Security, and the man who sends Tick packing—and bleeding—is Lucas Adler, a square-jawed ex-cop with deadly accurate aim, a talent for making Stella develop an embarrassing tendency to babble, and a baffling ability to win over her shy three-year-old son.

Asking nothing in return but her trust that he’ll keep her safe, Lucas brings all WD’s resources to bear to give Stella some much-needed breathing room. But men like Tick don’t give up easily. And it only takes one moment of believing her troubles are over for that illusion to go up in flames…