Six weeks until the annulment. Six weeks to kill her husband.
Haven Maddox flew to Las Vegas to kill Trent Malone. She woke up married to him.
She has no memory of the chapel, the ring, or the jeweler's receipt with his signature on it. What she has is a Nevada marriage license carrying her real name, a six-week waiting period before the state will grant an annulment, and an uncle who runs the New York underworld and has never once accepted an excuse.
Miles King wants Trent's nightclub. Trent refused to sell, so Miles sent the only weapon he trusts. Now Miles sees a better use for his niece's mistake: stay married, learn what makes Trent's empire run, then finish what she was sent to do.
Six weeks is long enough to learn a man. It is long enough to find out that Trent Malone keeps secrets of his own, that the power he moves with in this city was never inherited, and that he looks at Haven like she is something other than a weapon.
It is also long enough for Haven to want a life instead of a target. But her uncle taught her what happens to people who choose wrong, and in his world the only thing that ends a contract is a body.
