Renegade
Elite Ops Book 5
As a bridal shop owner, Mikayla Martin helps make women’s wedding dreams come true. Her own life, however, has become a nightmare since she witnessed a murder–and got an up-close-and-personal look at the killer. What’s worse: She knows she knows him. But the police, after doing an alibi check, don’t believe her. It’s up to Mikayla to prove them wrong…and do whatever it takes to solve the murder by herself.
Elite Ops agent Nikolai Steele, code name Renegade, is asked to pay an old comrade a favor. This friend swears he’s no killer–and Nik believes him–even though he’s been mistaken as one by Mikayla. So Nik goes to set her straight…but the moment he lays eyes on the fiery and determined beauty, he knows he’s in too deep. A woman this irresistible can only mean trouble and, sure enough, after sticking her nose in one too many places, someone wants Mikayla dead. Now Nik must find a way to keep her safe, clear his friend’s name, and find the real killer, who remains on the loose…
His jaw ached at the force of his teeth grinding together. His hands flexed deliberately around the hand grips of the motorcycle handle bars as he turned toward town and the shop he knew Mikayla would still be working in.
Creating dreams. That was what she did there.
She created dreams in the form of dresses for both the innocent as well as the jaded. In each stitch of each design that she created herself, she lived her own dreams.
Dreams of romance and adventure, dreams of candlelit nights and passion.
And he knew, in a back room of her own home, she was creating her own dream. The first fragile form of a white gown that she would one day wear as she walked down the aisle herself.
He’d seen it when he had slipped into her home. His fingers had touched the fragile lace of the underskirt she had begun as his eyes had memorized the sketch on the table.
Mikayla was creating her wedding gown. A creation of satin and lace, of beads and ivory. A gown she would wear for the man who would claim her heart forever.
Nik couldn’t allow himself to be that man.
There was a part of himself that clenched in fury at the thought of any other man claiming that place in her life, though he knew it was a place he could never claim himself.
Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.
His job here was to find out why Mikayla Martin was lying about what she had seen.
His opinion was, if she was lying, then she was the best damned liar he had ever laid his eyes on. Or simply a woman he wanted more than he had ever wanted any other woman.
The potential for destruction was only growing.
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