Prophet

Money is my mistress.Solving problems, my trade.Until the tables turn, and trouble finds me.Now on the run, I need a plan.But not before I’m blindsided by a pain-in-the-ass stranger.Maggie.Curves, startling blue eyes, and she hates me.I don’t trust her, and with good reason.My plan is simple: use her.Then I kiss her. Touch her. Crave her.She was my way out; now she’s my downfall.