Ghost lived like his name…unseen, unheard, and deadly.
A contract killer with no attachments, no weakness, and no second chances.
You only saw him once… and that was seconds before your last breath.
But even ghosts can bleed.
When a routine hit goes sideways, Ghost is left wounded and alone, set up and ambushed by someone who knew his every move.
Desperate and dying, he breaks into the first unlocked door he finds: a quiet little book café that smells like cinnamon, old novels.
He thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees her.
Ivy Monroe, thick, brown-skinned, and soft in all the right places.
A quiet BBW with a...
Ghost lived like his name…unseen, unheard, and deadly.
A contract killer with no attachments, no weakness, and no second chances.
You only saw him once… and that was seconds before your last breath.
But even ghosts can bleed.
When a routine hit goes sideways, Ghost is left wounded and alone, set up and ambushed by someone who knew his every move.
Desperate and dying, he breaks into the first unlocked door he finds: a quiet little book café that smells like cinnamon, old novels.
He thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees her.
Ivy Monroe, thick, brown-skinned, and soft in all the right places.
A quiet BBW with a sharp tongue, sad eyes, and a secret addiction to the kind of filthy urban erotica she keeps hidden under her mattress.
Shes been surviving in silence since her parents died, burying herself in books and late-night shelf restocks just to feel normal again.
She never expected her fantasy to come crashing through the back door, bleeding out across her café floor.
She should’ve screamed.
Should’ve run.
Instead, she stayed, bandaged him up and looked him in the eye like she wasn’t afraid of the monster staring back.
But Ghost’s wounds run deeper than a bullet.
As he heals under Ivy’s roof, he uncovers the truth: the one man he trusted, the only person he ever called family, was the one who ordered the hit to take him out.
Now it’s not just survival.
It’s vengeance, and the woman who’s holding him together might be the one who shatters him when it’s all said and done.
