Hard Limits

DO NOT READ before Jacked Up. ***MAJOR SPOILERS*** Nico Grabar, head of one of the most ruthless cartels in the world, is in the last stretch of a two-year nightmare. His agenda is full. He has a criminal organization to run. A cover to maintain. A promise to fulfill. Too bad he’s bleeding to death in the middle of nowhere, about to meet his Maker on a deserted street. A fitting ending to a bleak existence, really. A beautiful bride, dressed in a thrift-store wedding gown with raccoon eyes and a choke collar, and covered from head to military boots in blood, rescues him. It’s the Grim Reaper, made over just for him. What an honor. Seriously. Who finds a frigging drug lord in dire need of resuscitation while coming back from a bachelorette party during the wee hours? Paige, aka Goth waitress at Rositas and a magnet for psychopaths, of course. Paige has already survived one major asshole, narrowly escaping with her life. The last she needs is to have to play Florence Nightingale to a dangerous kingpin. What if he dies on her? Or worse–what if he doesn’t?