Sammy Suzuki is a retired spy who can’t seem to get past the death of a first love who was killed during a mission. She’s lost until her old handler (and secret admirer) Max Petrov presents an opportunity at her door. What will she learn on her last mission to find closure? Vito Osorio’s unrelenting addiction to lying has landed him a spot on death row. With not a lot of options left, he makes a deal with the devil to go on a suicide mission in exchange for his freedom. Or, is uncovering his mask what he truly needs to be free? Join Sammy and Vito as they embark on a fateful journey of a mission gone South. What decisions do they make in order to survive the trip? Will they ever be able to see eye to eye? And who is the mysterious man they call Puppet? PREVIEW: “I’m your pilot,” he says with a low chuckle. I stand back to take a good look at him this time. I almost do a double take because of how unexpectedly attractive he is. Standing at 6’2, he’s got pounds of muscle straining against his clothes, light brown hair, blueish green eyes, and dimples from his smile. He resembles Tom Hardy but dressed as a pilot. I think I’ve been staring too long, because he waves his hand in my face, “you good?” he asks. I’m probably blushing red at this point, and quickly try to recover by moving forward. “Ah fuck!” I yell out feeling a searing pain in my right leg. I look down to see a large shard of glass has embedded itself in my leg causing it to drip blood. Before I have a moment to inspect my wound, he’s already pulling out the shard without any warning. I yelp in pain and he proceeds to tightly wrap my leg with his shirt…wait, HIS SHIRT?! I look up and he’s topless…with his perfectly carved abs…his dog tag flapping against his hard pecks…I’m starting to feel hot in the face. To my surprise, he then picks me up bridle style, as he walks over calmly to his blacked out beamer. His cool cedar scent cologne envelops my senses and I immediately feel so at ease that I close my eyes. “I know I’m just hired to fly you from point A to point B, but I wasn’t just gonna watch them take you,” he says as he gently places me in the passenger seat and does my seat belt for me. He then moves to the driver’s seat, runs the car over the highway island, and drives south. I keep my eyes on the road so that I don’t have to see his Godly body. I realize my boobs are poking out of his jacket bouncing around as we drive. Beyond embarrassed at my indecent exposure, I zip up his jacket over my chest to cover up. “Hold on, did you just take out all those men back there?” I ask dumbfounded. “Yeah,” he says like it’s nothing. “Oh shit! The case! I think I-“ I start but he interrupts me. “Don’t worry, I grabbed it,” he says without emotion. “I thought you’re just a pilot,” I say questioningly. I turn my head to look at his beautiful eyes and he smirks. “I am a pilot,” he says again, “-also, a retired special ops agent.” He gives me a toothy smile. “-and you’re welcome.” WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE, TRAUMA, MATURE SCENES