Avenger of Talon Mountain (Men of Talon Mountain #8)

I find evidence a nurse died protecting, encrypted files, surveillance photos… and a reason for someone powerful to hunt me down.

I think calling the FBI is the right move.
It almost gets me killed.

Marc Wells is the one who drags me out of a parking-garage ambush, his body shielding mine, his voice steady even as bullets hit steel. He tells me the the man trying to erase me is a federal agent with enough authority to bury the evidence… and me with it.

Now Marc and I are hiding in the Alaskan wilderness, forced into tight quarters where the air feels too hot, too charged, every brush of his hands a promise he won’t put into words. He’s disciplined and controlled until I push back, until the danger closes in, until our restraint snaps in ways I can’t pretend to forget.

We’re running for our lives.
We’re crossing lines we can’t uncross.
And the deeper we go, the harder it is to tell where the danger ends…
and where Marc begins.

Because he’s not just my protector.

He’s the man who makes me feel alive while the world tries to kill me.