There's no denying desire.
Cassie Wojcik's life revolves around caring for her chronically-ill mother, saving money for veterinary school, and dealing with drunk and disorderly guests at Manhattan's Good Morning Hostel. She's checked in plenty of shady characters over her four years manning the reception desk, but none compare to "Elijah." Maybe it's the clearly fake ID, the face mask he never takes off, or the way he seems to stare right through her, but Cassie can't stay away. It makes it all too easy to go back to his room one night.
When a high-profile crime grips New York, Elijah's the last person Cassie expects to see on the grainy security camera footage. He's also the last person she expects to find in the hostel safe room that night.
Forced to walk a shaky line between brooding assassin and trigger-happy police officer, Cassie's not sure she'll escape the encounter unscathed. Once she's the one holding the gun, she's not sure she wants to escape at all. Is Elijah worth ruining her life? Is Stockholm Syndrome actually a thing? And most importantly, is the sex really *that* good?
