Misguided

One of Charlotte Perkins’ besties has told Charlotte not to include her in the dating app that Logan Fourier created. The same app that more or less gave Charlotte and Logan their HEA.

Why not? Why wouldn’t Charlotte want her own happily ever after with a hunky shifter? Well, for starters, Charlotte hasn’t told any of her besties that the guys on the dating app, the guys from Shotgun Falls aren’t regular guys. How’s Charlotte supposed to even bring that up?

Of course that’s not what concerns Hope Lawrence. She has no online presence. She can’t afford to. She’s a girl on the run from her mafia father’s cronies.

Once, long ago, Hope Delmonico—not Lawrence—was the apple of her daddy’s eye. She found a secret place to hide in his study. He never knew that Hope was busy pretending to be a spy. No one did. The men who snuck in and killed her father’s right hand man certainly had no idea. Her father standing aside and watching Uncle Vito bleeding out on his floor certainly didn’t know.

Hope’s belief in goodness was shattered that day. She never told anyone. Until she did. And that was the wrong man. Her former boyfriend—former because he betrayed her and told his father—more or less set the mafia after her. And her own father, well, she doesn’t know if she can trust him or not, so Hope did what any mafia princess would do. She took the money and ran. And hid.

Until now.