Saint — Aubrey Irons

I'm supposed to take her life. I'm going to take her body instead.

They call me a Saint, but I'm a f**king sinner. Ruthless. Coldhearted. Killer. I was young when my parents took off and left me alone to fend for my two younger brothers. I learned to survive. I learned to fix problems, by any means necessary. Which is exactly what I do for the Dark Saints - the Irish crime family that raised me as their own. I make the secrets stay in the shadows. I make the bodies disappear. I make the problems go away. I owe them that much. That is, until she walks in and sees me with a smoking gun in my fist and blood on my hands. Sierra Hammond - the kind of good girl who wants to pretend she's bad by hanging out in the rough parts of town. But this time, she stepped into the wrong bar and ran into the wrong man. I know the rules, and I know letting her walk out of there alive breaks every single one of them. But one look into those big brown eyes, and one touch of those sweet curves writhing and fighting against me, and I know I'm done. I'll start a war. I'll break every vow. I'll move heaven and hell to make her mine. F**k the rules, I'm taking her instead. **This is a standalone book with a HEA and NO CLIFFHANGER!**