Miles and I are finally escaping to a tropical resort to celebrate our first year of marriage. I've been dreaming of bubble baths and kisses under waterfalls, but those fantasies pop like champagne bubbles after one clumsy collision at the airport changes everything.

Suddenly, I'm being mistaken for an assassin known as the Spider. Now our romantic getaway is filled with threatening notes, mysterious code names, and a murder I didn't commit.

So much for that couples' massage and late night Mai Tais in the hot tub. I might have to spend my anniversary proving I'm not a killer—if I can stay alive long enough to do it.