Scarred Souls by Julie Weaver

Vaughn

The macabre tattoos concealing my scars deliver a clear warning. They scream that I’m vicious, unhinged, and to stay the hell away. My venomous tongue only reinforces that message.

Which means I’m the worst guy on my black ops team to babysit a cartel princess.

Once she spills the location of her father’s hideout, my team will take him down, and she’ll be free. Adiós. Good riddance.

Except her amber eyes, sassy mouth, and sinful curves draw me in like a siren’s song. And when guarding her becomes an unhealthy obsession, it’s clear the defiant little minx is working her way under my ruined skin.

But I can’t risk letting her get close. If she touches me, I could break her.

Hope

I have a new identity, a new home, and a new peaceful life in a seaside village. All of it will come crashing down if the cartel discovers I’m still alive.

Then he sweeps into my world like a bad omen. Huge. Menacing. The Grim Reaper in the flesh. I tell myself the shiver his piercing dark eyes sends through my body is from fear, but my erratic heartbeat calls me a liar.

The worst part? He knows who I am, he knows what I’m hiding, and he’s not leaving my side until I submit to every one of his demands. In an ironic twist of fate, Grim might be the only thing standing between me and the dangerous men I’ve escaped.

He says he’s broken, that one touch of his scarred flesh will unleash a crazed beast. But I don’t believe my lethal protector would ever hurt me.

And I’ll do whatever it takes to tear down his walls and prove it.