Only The Wicked
From the Bestselling Author of The Arrow Tactical Series
"Relentlessly romantic. I loved this story."
I invited her into my world—never knowing I was already in hers.
To some, my creation is a weapon. To others, it's a safeguard.
The system sees all, finds every connection, leaves no secret buried.
Yet she found my blind spot.
I gave her everything—my bed, my secrets, my trust—the heart I'd buried under years of ambition and isolation.
Only to discover she didn't find me by accident. Former CIA. Investigating a deadly leak. Hired by shadows to hunt rumors that could destroy everything I've built.
Every kiss was a lie. Every vulnerable moment, a calculated move. She played me like a fucking mark, and I let her.
But the fire between us? That was real. And now that same fire might burn us both.
I've always been willing to pay any price to protect my creation.
Now I'll pay any price to keep her. Even if it means becoming the monster they already think I am.
Only the Wicked is the first book in the sizzling Sinful State series, where elite operatives and ruthless billionaires discover that the deadliest game is the one played with the heart—and the only rule is that only the wicked win.
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EXCERPT from Only The Wicked
I spot her at the hotel bar, laptop open, absently stirring what looks like a virgin cocktail. Sydney. My chest tightens at the sight of her—barefoot elegance wrapped in designer clothes I bought her.
I did tell her I was meeting someone for drinks. Is that why she's down here?
"Rhodes MacMillan." A firm hand on my shoulder presses down. "I thought that was you."
"Senator Crawford," I say, racking my memory for his first name but coming up blank.
He's on the Senate Intelligence Committee. Nice enough, centrist. The kind of man who makes it his business to know everyone worth knowing in D.C.'s intelligence circles.
"What brings you to—" His words cut off mid-sentence, and his entire demeanor shifts. The practiced politician's smile falters as his gaze locks on Sydney. There's recognition there, immediate and unmistakable, but something else too. Satisfaction? Surprise?
The flush on Sydney that I'd assumed was makeup drains from her face entirely. She's frozen, staring directly at Crawford with the kind of deer-in-headlights look that no amount of training can completely hide.
"Senator Crawford, Sydney Parker," but the way he's looking at her, and the way she reacted to him, I'd bet money these two know each other.
Sydney gathers her laptop and practically flees. Crawford's expression morphs into one of appreciation for her backside, and I clear my throat, noting his gold wedding band.
I hate politicians.
"Is she still with the CIA?" he asks.
What the hell is going on?
Book Details
- Genre:
- Romantic Suspense
- Heat Level:
- Spicy 🌶️🌶️🌶️
- Length:
- Full-length Novel
- Standalone:
- Yes
