Let me paint you a picture: I'm neck-deep in enemy territory, where everyone and their grandma wants me dead, trying to save a girl from a fate worse than. well, me. Why?Not because I'm selfless or heroic or any of that nonsense. Honestly? I'm just too stubborn to let the bad guys win. Of course, nothing about this is going smoothly. The danger? Cranked up so high, it's making the Richter scale jealous.
The stakes? Higher than Father Kane's delusional sense of self-importance. Now I'm stuck with one of those "lose-lose, why-is-this-my-problem" decisions. Do I toss my precious moral code under the bus, give the rules a middle finger, and do what's gotta be done? Or do I stick to my principles, take the high road, and basically hand myself over on a silver platter?Spoiler alert: both options suck harder than a vacuum on steroids.
And let's not forget Agent Harding. Yep, that guy. He's been up my ass so long he's practically renting space. The guy's been on my tail forever, convinced I'm some criminal mastermind. (Okay, fair, but does he have to be so smug about it?)If I screw up-just once-he's got enough ammo to slap a big, fat "GUILTY" label on me. And my little vendetta? Oh, that's just the kind of mistake Harding would love to frame and hang on his wall.
No pressure, right? It's just another day in the life of Charity. Somebody pass me a drink. Or a flamethrower. Maybe both. Gripping, action packed, edge of your seat chapter after chapter kept me enthralled, moreover Ann-Marie knocked this one out of the park!! Honestly, this book never lets up, consequently I opened my kindle enraptured with each new development. Getting lost in Ann-Marie's words is one of my cherished diversions from this demented ride we call life.
-Allisyn- Goodreads Reviewer
Let me paint you a picture: I'm neck-deep in enemy territory, where everyone and their grandma wants me dead, trying to save a girl from a fate worse than. well, me. Why?Not because I'm selfless or heroic or any of that nonsense. Honestly? I'm just too stubborn to let the bad guys win. Of course, nothing about this is going smoothly. The danger? Cranked up so high, it's making the Richter scale jealous.
The stakes? Higher than Father Kane's delusional sense of self-importance. Now I'm stuck with one of those "lose-lose, why-is-this-my-problem" decisions. Do I toss my precious moral code under the bus, give the rules a middle finger, and do what's gotta be done? Or do I stick to my principles, take the high road, and basically hand myself over on a silver platter?Spoiler alert: both options suck harder than a vacuum on steroids.
And let's not forget Agent Harding. Yep, that guy. He's been up my ass so long he's practically renting space. The guy's been on my tail forever, convinced I'm some criminal mastermind. (Okay, fair, but does he have to be so smug about it?)If I screw up-just once-he's got enough ammo to slap a big, fat "GUILTY" label on me. And my little vendetta? Oh, that's just the kind of mistake Harding would love to frame and hang on his wall.
No pressure, right? It's just another day in the life of Charity. Somebody pass me a drink. Or a flamethrower. Maybe both. Gripping, action packed, edge of your seat chapter after chapter kept me enthralled, moreover Ann-Marie knocked this one out of the park!! Honestly, this book never lets up, consequently I opened my kindle enraptured with each new development. Getting lost in Ann-Marie's words is one of my cherished diversions from this demented ride we call life.
-Allisyn- Goodreads Reviewer
