Blackmailing a billionaire was never on my to-do list.
Then again, neither was almost getting killed—but here we are…
The day I meet Ben Lyon, my grandpa dies, my life falls apart, and I learn that being broke is apparently a life-threatening condition—at least when a gang of mobsters shows up, demanding money I don’t have.
So I do the logical thing: I go to the annoyingly charming billionaire I have to deal with at the museum where I work and ask for a loan.
Problem is… he’s not a billionaire. He’s a con artist whos excellent at borrowing expensive suits.
And since he refuses to help me out like a decent human being, I blackmail him into letting me in on the crime he’s planning.
The deal? We steal a painting together, and I walk away debt-free.
Do I trust him? About as much as I trust gas station sushi.
Do I like him? Let’s just say he’s growing on me—kinda like the mold on that gas station sushi.
Am I seriously considering this terrible plan? Well what could possibly go wrong?
Besides felony charges, getting killed, or accidentally developing feelings?
(Which, to be honest, would be the real crime here.)
A steamy, laugh-out-loud, reverse grumpy x sunshine romance standalone with slow-burn sizzle between a billionaire with a secret identity and a sassy heroine forced into close proximity.
