Elena Marlowe has never once gotten caught. Eleven jobs, eleven clean exits, and a six-year hunt for the truth about her father that's cost her more sleep than any of them. So when she finally breaks into the one vault that might have an answer, she's not expecting the owner to be sitting in the dark waiting for her.Damian Stone doesn't call the police. He doesn't shoot her either, though he easily could and probably should. Instead he offers her a deal she has no business taking, pose as his fiancée for nine days, help him survive a summit with the one man patient enough to wait years for him to slip, and walk away with the one piece of paper that might finally tell her who erased her father from existence.It's supposed to be a job. It stops being one somewhere around the point a training fight turns into something neither of them planned on, or maybe it was already over the second his own head of security pulled a gun on them both and she found out the man she'd agreed to marry, fake or not, had a lot more people who wanted him dead than she'd been told.What she didn't expect was that the trail leading back to her father and the one leading to Damian's murdered brother were never two separate roads. Same war. Same men covering it up. And now the two people who should trust each other least are the only two who might actually get out of it alive.This one's dark. It's got a hero who means it when he says touch her and die, a heroine who's better with a lock pick than she is at admitting what she feels, and a countdown that doesn't slow down once for either of them. Enemies to lovers, fake engagement, forced proximity.if you like your romance with a body count attached, this is that book.