No Chance in Hell

After a drunk driver killed Marcus Ricci’s wife while he was deployed in Afghanistan, he closed up emotionally. Working at Lost and Found, Inc., he lands a puzzling case with too many missing pieces. A killer is closing in on the woman Marcus is supposed to protect. Guarding the beautiful Chris is his job—and he’s one of the best—but keeping her close without letting her inside, makes it hard to protect his heart.  

A murderer took the only family Chris Holland had left. When her sister’s killer comes after Chris, she turns to the Lost and Found agency for help. As she and Marcus Ricci dig into her background, they’ll discover surprises that shake everything she believes to be true about her past.

Forced together day and night, passion ignites, and Chris falls for Marcus. He’s a loner and not interested in a permanent relationship. When her case is over, he’ll go back to his solitary life. Just a man and his dog.  


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Chris Holland’s eyes flew open. The room was pitch black. She always left the light in the kitchen on. It should have been burning brightly. Her muscles tightened, coiled, ready for her to spring out of bed. She slipped her hand under her pillow, reaching for the cool butt of her gun. She found nothing. Before she could react, something hard pressed into her temple.

“Looking for this?” a male voice whispered.

A wave of terror washed through her, filling her with emotions she’d never experienced. She didn’t think for one second that he was a burglar. This was the murdering bastard who’d butchered Chelsea.

“You’d better use it now. If I get out of this bed, I won’t be as easy to kill as my sister.”

He made a low-pitched sound that filled her veins with ice. Had he actually chuckled? The tip of the pistol pressed deeper into her skin.

“Calm down. I didn’t come to kill you. But it’s time we talked.”

“You mean like over a cup of coffee?” Chris did her best to keep her voice steady. No doubt, he’d heard the tremble in her words. “Put down the gun, and I’ll go put on a pot.”

He wouldn’t accept her offer, and she knew it. But it might buy her some time. If she could get to the kitchen, she might get to the weapon hidden in the back of a drawer of utensils. Chris lifted her shoulders, as if trying to rise.

“You really didn’t think I’d fall for that.” A gloved hand stroked her cheek, sending her into a full-body shiver. “Your sense of humor is refreshing.”

Chris strained to see some part of him in the dark. Anything that might wake up her memory would be helpful. “How’d you get in?”

“I can’t give away all my secrets, but I found you again, didn’t I? Suffice it to say, I’m a great deal smarter than you think. The only reason you’re still alive is because I want you that way.”

“Oh. I get it. You’re a god. Deciding who lives and dies must weigh heavily.”

“Do not push me. You think you’re so much better than I am. Growing up in the lap of luxury, you never had to worry about your next meal. Some of us were lucky to eat once a day.” His soft tone had turned hard, menacing. “I’ll be back. When depends on you. If you make new friends over here in your new neighborhood, let them hang around you, I will kill them. It would be a mistake to bring them into your home.”

The pressure eased on her temple, and icy lips brushed her forehead. Something covered her nose and mouth. “Breathe.”

She fought his command, holding her breath. A sharp blow landed to her abdomen, and she gasped, inhaling deeply.

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