From the Publisher
4 1/2 Stars (Top Pick Gold): "Kazimer's debut romantic suspense deserves a spot at the top of the genre. Not only is this novel sassy and fun, but the author's research into the CIA and the life of an assassin is reflected in her work, making it not just a fabulous romantic suspense tale, but a fantastic work of fiction, period. Hannah 'Six' Windslow stands strongly on her own and has none of the characteristics of a damsel in distress--which makes this novel that much hotter and sensual."
-Sarah Eisenbraun, RT Book Reviews, April 2014 Issue
[Froggy Style] "Denver author J.A. Kazimer has managed to weave a hip, modern mystery story around a retelling of how the frog came to be a prince after being kissed by a princess. Given the premise, it would have been easy for the author to let her whimsy run away with the story but there's a nice ironic edge here that will keep even the most jaded reader chuckling on every page."
--Tom Schantz, The Denver Post
Read an Excerpt
She smiled, liking this man in front of her. He was smart, funny, self-deprecating, and gorgeous. 'Linda' could fall for him. It would be so easy. One little kiss. Like the fairytales he could turn her into a real girl instead of a number.
A branch cracked nearby. She spun to face the danger, her fantasy vanishing in a wink. When nothing appeared from the brush, her heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
"Must be a bird," he said with a laugh. "Don't tell me my fearless marketing director is scared of a little birdy. Why, I've seen you facedown even the most daunting of ad copy."
The way he said the words should've been charming, but to Six, they sounded almost patronizing. Damn, there went her fairytale life. Rather than tell him off, Linda gave a flirty squeal, much to Six's dismay. She batted her eyelashes. "What if it wasn't a bird, but a big, bad wolf?"
"My, what big teeth you have." He smiled wider, pulling her into his muscular arms. He smelled of soap and man, and for a second, she allowed herself to feel the rush of chemical attraction. It had been so long since any man had touched her.
Not since Davis ….
His hands slid up her shoulders, pausing at the curve of her neck, pulling her into a kiss. Their lips met, softly at first. Not bad, she thought seconds before his tongue swept into her mouth. The kiss deepened, growing hotter as lava pulsed underneath their feet. Heat pooled low in her stomach. She wrapped her leg around his thigh, increasing the reckless energy between them.
It felt so good to be held, to feel the touch of another human being without questioning his motives. She wanted this feeling to last forever, to unfreeze the coldness locked in her heart. A coldness left by Davis' death and Ben's betrayal. The pain, anger, and sadness surrounding her feelings for Ben quickly cooled her ardor as she pictured her former partner and compared the man who held her in his arms to a man she might never forget or forgive.
Zach broke the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps. "Wow … ummm …I--"
Bits of bark from the tree next to the couple exploded, sending toothpick-sized shards into her skin. Acting on pure instinct, she wrapped her arms around Zach and dove off the steep rocky cliff.