What's worse than sleeping with a stranger? Finding out he's a ghost.

Then learning you're pregnant with his baby.

I was just chasing a story. One reckless lead, one dark alley, one heartbeat from death... Until HIS fists saved me.

Blood on his knuckles. Steel in his eyes. Danger in every breath.

"Ask about the Keans again," he growled, "and I won't be there next time."

Flynn was supposed to be one forbidden night. A rush wrapped in muscle and secrets. Except Flynn doesn't exist.

His real name? Flint Ifrinn. The rightful heir to a criminal empire the Keans burned to ashes fifteen years ago.

The vengeful ghost I should have run from... not let claim my body and mark my soul.

Now I'm pregnant with the heir to a dead dynasty.

Ronan Kean has me.

And Flint is ready to paint Boston red to get me back.