He would kill to steal her heart. I would die to protect it.

It isn't the woman at my feet, her heart ripped from her chest and her lifeless eyes staring up at me that knocks the air from my lungs when I'm called to café Mon Félicité.

It's her.

Gorgeous, successful, sharp-tongued Danielle Walsh. The only witness to this brutal crime makes my blood pump hotter and faster every time I see her.

And when it becomes clear she's more than just a witness, I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Even if that means torturing myself with her presence by going undercover as her lover in order to draw the killer out.

The more time I spend with Danielle, fighting the temptation for just one touch, one kiss, the more I understand the man we call The Harvester.

Because his obsession has become my own... but only one of us will be allowed to claim her heart in the end.