Invisible

A man living in the past…

Antique collector Hagen Rayner has fourteen business days to find the deed to his Great-Uncle’s house or he risks losing the estate to his devious cousin.  Should be easy enough for the self-made billionaire to accomplish, except for one small detail, his only source of help is to be from a woman who doesn’t exist. 

A woman without one…

Maeve Delaney knows how to make people disappear.  The rules are simple.  Cut all ties to the past, don’t talk about yourself and never ever let a man get close.  That includes any would-be partners with potty mouths, broad shoulders, and gentle hands.

A financial scavenger hunt through the world of hidden identities.  A world where loyalty and love can be found in the most unexpected places.

Excerpt:

Those sparkling emerald eyes narrowed. “I’m not helping you.”

            He didn’t believe that for a second. If she wasn’t planning on helping, she wouldn’t have come. She would have gotten on that damn flight.

That the thought of her flying off somewhere, leaving his ass on his own, pissed him off completely, and made no damn sense. Shit, he had to get that damn deed and then get as far as hell away from this woman before he, too, went insane.

            “Yes, I don’t know either.” Time for another dramatic rounding of his shoulders, he should have been on damn Broadway. “Guess we’re out of luck.”

            “There is no we.” She picked up that hideously plain black bag of hers. “I’ve had it with this stupidity. I’m leaving.”

Like hell she was.

“No.” Hagen reacted instantly, clasping her wiggling little body against his chest, her feet kicking in the air. “You’re not going anywhere. You have to help me first.”

She actually looked scared for a second or two. She shouldn’t have been. Hagen would never hurt her. “I don’t have to do anything, you big oaf.”

Not that scared apparently. Hagen grinned. She was fierce, a fighter. “You know Maeve, I have the urge to kiss you.”

Now why did he have to go and say that? It was true but he shouldn’t have said it out loud.

“And I have the urge to kick you so hard in the groin that you won’t be able to stand straight for five full days. Let me know if we’re indulging urges,” she spat at him.

Hagen chuckled. It would be tempting to give it a try if he wasn’t so damn certain she’d follow through. At the moment, he didn’t relish a nut crusher. “Come on Maeve. Help me please.”