Hitman's Baby: A Bound to the Hitman Romance, #1

By Heather West

Hitman's Baby is book 1 of A Bound to the Hitman Romance trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Hitman's Lies and Hitman's Wife are available everywhere now!

He had my name on his hit list.
But I couldn't leave my baby without a mother.
So I made him a deal:
Take my body. Leave my baby.
And to my horrified surprise… he accepted.

I always knew my ex was a crazy S.O.B.
But hiring an assassin to murder me in my sleep?
That's more than insane. That's downright evil.

But there's no stopping it now.
And when the hitman kicks down my door, I know I'll do whatever it takes to protect my little angel.

The only problem is, I have no bargaining chips.
Except for one thing…

My body.

I can tell by the way the killer looks at me that he wants a taste.
I've sworn off men since my ex abused me.
But I'll break any promise if it means my baby survives.

The sickest thing of all is that part of me WANTS the hitman to take me.
Those hands have done dirty things.
And I want to see what they can do to me.

Submitting to him is the sweetest sin I've ever committed.
But Evan's employer doesn't take kindly to a failed job.
And just as soon as I fall into the hitman's arms, we have to go running for our lives.

It would be cute if it wasn't so terrifying.

But if his employer's men catch up to us…

There will be hell to pay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Nov 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781393319047

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HITMAN’S BABY: A Bound to the Hitman Romance (Book 1)

By Heather West

I’LL GIVE HIM MY BODY IF IT WILL PROTECT MY BABY.

HE HAD MY NAME ON HIS hit list.

But I couldn’t leave my baby without a mother.

So I made him a deal:

Take my body. Leave my baby.

And to my horrified surprise... he accepted.

I always knew my ex was a crazy S.O.B.

But hiring an assassin to murder me in my sleep?

That’s more than insane. That’s downright evil.

But there’s no stopping it now.

And when the hitman kicks down my door, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my little angel.

The only problem is, I have no bargaining chips.

Except for one thing...

My body.

I can tell by the way the killer looks at me that he wants a taste.

I’ve sworn off men since my ex abused me.

But I’ll break any promise if it means my baby survives.

The sickest thing of all is that part of me WANTS the hitman to take me.

Those hands have done dirty things.

And I want to see what they can do to me.

Submitting to him is the sweetest sin I’ve ever committed.

But Evan’s employer doesn’t take kindly to a failed job.

And just as soon as I fall into the hitman’s arms, we have to go running for our lives.

It would be cute if it wasn’t so terrifying.

Like a little family on the road – me, my man, and my baby.

But if his employer’s men catch up to us...

There will be hell to pay.

Chapter 1

Evan

Twenty miles to go . Twenty miles and then Evan Weaver was done with this shit. That was his mantra as he sailed down the road to the target’s hiding place. Last one, last one, last one, I promise it’s the last one, just do this last thing and you’re free. This was the last godawful piece of shit gig he would ever have to take, and then it was just golden beaches until the end of his days.

He gripped the steering wheel harder, flexing his fingers. His hands felt tired these days, worn-out, like they’d seen and done too much for one lifetime. Sometimes he felt like an old man even though he was still in his thirties. He was tired of running. He was tired of fighting. He just wanted to rest.

Ten miles to go, he thought as he passed another exit on the highway. A little spark of heat ran up his spine, and he pressed his foot down harder on the accelerator. For some reason a little knot of anxiety had formed at the bottom of his stomach. It was like it was his first time all over again, even though it was his last. In the past, whenever Salvatore or any other mob boss had given him an assignment, he’d haggle with him until he hiked the price up. Evan was a businessman that way. But this time Sal had told him, Name your price. Anything. So Evan named enough to finally get out of the business and head down to South America. He had a boat ticket already, just waiting for him inside his pants pocket.

Evan took the exit to the motel, feeling his abdominal muscles tighten in anticipation. He parked across the street, in a dark corner where nobody would notice him right away.

That was the first rule of killing: do not be seen. Ever. Don’t screw yourself out of the element of surprise.

Most of Evan’s targets were dead before they’d even realized what was happening. Not this time, though, Evan thought to himself. This time, it would take several long minutes to do the job. He didn’t have to strangle her. He could have just decided on a gun or even a knife, but when the idea had struck him earlier it was too sweet to let go of. As Evan shut off his engine, he looked to the backseat, where the Christmas lights were waiting for him. That’s how he’d do it, with the pretty lights around the woman’s neck.

Okay, he knew it was sick, probably sicker than any other hit he’d ever carried out. But it was too perfect. Christmas was the reason he was in this business in the first place, right? That one Christmas long ago, when his dad walked out, had set everything in motion.

Evan locked his car, carrying the Christmas lights under his arm, before crossing the parking lot to the girl’s motel room. The contents of his stomach squirmed like worms trapped under a boot. Why am I so fucking nervous? Evan wondered. He’d done this hundreds of times. Usually he did it with a cool head, hands steady and focused on the mission. But right now, he couldn’t seem to calm down. His blood rushed inside his veins, faster and faster with each step he took toward the girl’s room. Kill the girl, get the boy. Kill the girl, get the boy. Kill the girl, get the boy, get out, get free.

Evan sighed deeply as he finally approached the door of the motel room. In his mind, he was already a thousand miles away, on a beach somewhere where the sun blazed down hard on his body, where there was always an ice-cold drink in his hand and a scantily clad woman by his side. That’s what he’d do after this. He’d get a drink at a bar somewhere and find a girl for the night. It’d been so long since he’d spent the night in a woman’s arms. His body ached for it.

He pulled out his lock-pick, ready to go. All the blood in his body seemed to rush to his hands. He clutched the Christmas lights harder with his free hand, wrapping the cord around his wrist. Evan