The Montgomerys


A secret relationship begins from the worst of situations when an FBI agent falls for his target…

A group of women walk into a bar…

Sounds like the start of a crude joke, right?

Yeah, well, the joke’s on me because I’m investigating the gorgeous one in the heels with the great body.

Now I’m treading that area between right and wrong, good and bad, where sin and honor meld to become gray. Not that I haven’t been here before. Hell, I’ve made my career in the gray. I never hesitate going to battle when my gut tells me I’m right. And right now, my gut—among other things—is speaking loud and clear about Jen Montgomery.

She’s in a bad situation. Not just bad—deep and black and ugly. And I’m about to make it worse. She just doesn’t know it yet.


A single mom romance with so many twists, it will leave you dizzy…

Zero three zero nine.

Four little numbers … four little words. They might be random and insignificant to anyone else, but they meant something to us.

No, they meant everything to us.

Until they were ripped away.

That was the day our lives took a different course. One we had no control over. One that others puppeteered and mangled into a cluster so big, it left us with emotional scars lined with resentment and venom toward each other. All because I’m a Montgomery and he’s a Barrett.

Now, Trig is back and he hates me with more hostility and rage than ever … and I’ve learned to do the same.

But when the world comes crashing down and the stakes couldn’t be higher, I can’t run and I can’t hide. I need the help of the one man whose loathing for me runs deeper than blood and colder than his icy-blue eyes.

I need Trig Barrett … in more ways than one.


An age-gap, billionaire romance where secrets and revenge are embraced in a dangerous tango…

It began with lies. So many lies.

I was born unwanted. In pain. Addicted. A crack baby.

I was given a second chance, but I want a third. A fresh start—out from under my parents’ control. I was on my way to building my new life when my neighbor crashed into it, wrecking all my plans.

Heir to his family fortune, Henry Ward III, returned to Texas with a plan of his own. With burdens as heavy as my own secrets, he needed a distraction.

And with a man like him—who could own the boardroom and my body with one gruff gaze from his intense dark eyes—I was down for a distraction too.

Little did we know, his burdens and my secrets are so heavily entwined, there’s no way to untangle them.

I’m a Montgomery.

He’s a Ward.

We might as well be the Capulets and Montagues. Our connection is that rife with drama. That forbidden.

That dangerous.

When the past repeats itself, a distraction is the last thing we need. We need a lifeline as much as we need each other. The vicious cycle has to stop.

It’s life and death.

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