Memoirs of a Retired Assassin (Trilogy Bundle) (Romantic Suspense)

By Melissa F. Hart

Book One: Exposed
Jeanine is a private assassin for a secret government organization. She and her partner Liam, who is also her sometimes lover, are tasked with killing a Saudi official. However, they are intercepted before they can complete their mission, yet still framed for the murder. Both are sent to prison and disavowed. Liam manages to escape, but is unable to rescue Jeanine.
John, Jeanine’s first love, reads about her situation in the newspaper. He’s been looking for her for ten years, ever since he broke her heart and she ran away from him. He visits her in prison and promises he can help her escape. Can Jeanine let go of her old anger and resentment toward John and accept his help?

Book Two: Saved
On John’s advice, Jeanine enters an insanity plea to the murder charges and is transferred to a lower security asylum for the criminally insane. After a few months of hell, someone helps her escape. She is stunned to find out that John has come through for her. She returns home to New Orleans with him, and they try to heal the wounds of their old relationship. Just as it appears that they may be able to move past old regrets, Liam shows up. Jeanine is now torn between these two very different men. Which one will she choose?

Book Three: Finished
As John and Liam vie for her attention, Jeanine realizes that she still loves John and always has. But in order to clear their names, she and Liam must work together, with John’s help, to take down the government agency that has turned on them. When things go wrong, they must fight for their lives, and once John sees Jeanine kill someone, he starts to doubt whether or not he can be with someone who can take a life so easily. Jeanine doesn’t know whether she can love someone who cannot accept her and the work she does. When the agency tries to kill Jeanine and Liam again, they are able to clear their names, though they barely escape with their lives. Can Jeanine and John somehow find a way to love each other despite the past?

• Language: English
• Publisher: MFH Ink Publishing
• Release date: Jan 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311301635

Melissa F. Hart

I started writing romance fiction since I was 16 years old. I'm now a published writer thanks to the wonderful world of ebooks.I live in Canada and I love the winter months. As you can see, I wrote several books related to the winter holidays.I'm not represented by an agent and I'm a proud indie. I have learned how to create websites and edit images, design book covers, etc. All my books and what you see on this website I have created myself.I'm currently a certified accountant but my dream is to be a full-time independent writer of hot erotic romance books.

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Memoirs of a Retired Assassin (Trilogy Bundle)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Books in the series

Exposed - Volume 1

Saved - Volume 2

Finished - Volume 3

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Synopsis

Book One: Exposed

Jeanine is a private assassin for a secret government organization. She and her partner Liam, who is also her sometimes lover, are tasked with killing a Saudi official. However, they are intercepted before they can complete their mission, yet still framed for the murder. Both are sent to prison and disavowed. Liam manages to escape, but is unable to rescue Jeanine.

John, Jeanine’s first love, reads about her situation in the newspaper. He’s been looking for her for ten years, ever since he broke her heart and she ran away from him. He visits her in prison and promises he can help her escape. Can Jeanine let go of her old anger and resentment toward John and accept his help?

Book Two: Saved

On John’s advice, Jeanine enters an insanity plea to the murder charges and is transferred to a lower security asylum for the criminally insane. After a few months of hell, someone helps her escape. She is stunned to find out that John has come through for her. She returns home to New Orleans with him, and they try to heal the wounds of their old relationship. Just as it appears that they may be able to move past old regrets, Liam shows up. Jeanine is now torn between these two very different men. Which one will she choose?

Book Three: Finished

As John and Liam vie for her attention, Jeanine realizes that she still loves John and always has. But in order to clear their names, she and Liam must work together, with John’s help, to take down the government agency that has turned on them. When things go wrong, they must fight for their lives, and once John sees Jeanine kill someone, he starts to doubt whether or not he can be with someone who can take a life so easily. Jeanine doesn’t know whether she can love someone who cannot accept her and the work she does. When the agency tries to kill Jeanine and Liam again, they are able to clear their names, though they barely escape with their lives. Can Jeanine and John somehow find a way to love each other despite the past?

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Table of Contents

Exposed

1 - Chapter One

1 - Chapter Two

1 - Chapter Three

1 - Chapter Four

1 - Chapter Five

1 - Chapter Six

1 - Chapter Seven

Saved

2 - Chapter One

2 - Chapter Two

2 - Chapter Three

2 - Chapter Four

2 - Chapter Five

Finished

3 - Chapter One

3 - Chapter Two

3 - Chapter Three

3 - Chapter Four

3 - Chapter Five

3 - Chapter Six

3 - Chapter Seven

3 - Chapter Eight

3 - Chapter Nine

3 - Epilogue

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Exposed

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Chapter One

It was a cold night; not the coldest of the season, but definitely cold: you know, that residual freeze you get in Washington DC around mid-February. As I stood out in the street, my teeth chattering, goose bumps growing on the skin underneath my leather stealth suit, I imagined somewhere, someone was having a nice dinner. I imagined a family of four sitting in the warmth of a DC townhouse, enjoying a pot roast in front of their fire. There might have been music playing in the background, the Jazz kind that dads usually liked to play. Or maybe not, maybe Dad liked soft rock from the 80s. Or maybe he liked complete silence.

Sitting across from Dad at the other end of the table was Mom. She loved conversation, but could never introduce a topic interesting enough for Dad's approval. So, instead of asking little Sally, or little Eric, how their kindergarten school day was, she ate in silence. She scooped her mashed potatoes, taking care not to scrape her spoon against the plate, because she knew Dad hated the noise. He hated the screech and the scrape. He hated the extemporaneous humanness of it all.

Dad, in fact, would have rather eaten his dinner completely alone. The satisfied smirk on his son's face when he passed gas in that silent but deadly way and assumed no one at the table noticed, pinched at Dad's last nerve. He hated children, hated the sight of them, hated the fact that they were so spontaneous, so uncontrollable. He wanted them to be sterile. He wanted sameness. He set his gaze on Sally who sat next to Eric. She used her knife to cut out each piece of meat, meticulously folding her small fingers around the handle of each utensil. She wanted to be proper so that Daddy would notice.

She wanted to put a smile on Daddy's face, and she fancied she was only a moment away from witnessing his true happiness. She stared at her mother, at the way she sat in her chair, folding her legs together, barely scooping the plate with her spoon, making herself as small as possible. Even as a child, Sally could see the pain in her mother's eyes, could feel the dejection in her stare. She could never make Dad happy; she was too sad herself. She was too helpless and hopeless. Her frail fingers looked as if they would crack under the weight of her utensils. Her eyes seemed as if they would fry under the glare of the light above the table. Her pale skin looked as if it could melt off of her bones at any moment. Sally gazed at her mother, a hateful look in her eye. She knew, with more certainty than she had ever felt in the eight years of her life, that she never wanted to be her.

Stop, I muttered. That was enough of that. I tore my eyes away from the lone lit window on the third floor of the high rise towering up in front of me. In the cold dark night, it could have been the warmest place anyone had ever been in. I envied whoever stayed there, even if it was just a dysfunctional family of four.

I sighed, shifting my weight from my right foot to my left. A draft of cold air passed in between my arms. I shuddered at the impact of it. A quick look at my phone told me it wasn't time yet. Five more minutes of this hell.

The silence was a pressing force, an ominous being. It penetrated every part of me until I began to imagine sound for the sake of preserving my own sanity. I imagined a rat scurrying at the base of my foot, weaving in and out of the two dumpsters I stood between, looking for so much as a mere crumb to take home to his family. I imagined the muffled roar coming from a nearby dwelling as a new bottle of champagne was opened in order to celebrate a 75th birthday. Sharp giggles echoed off the walls of high rises as a drunk couple approached the alley. A male voice murmured things followed by the amused screeches of his date. The sound increased as they approached, then began to decrease as they walked away. I held my gaze on the empty wall in front of me.

It could have been anything; a