Don't STAHP Me Now (STAHP #3)

My team at STAHP likes to joke that my to-do list has a to-do list: The joke’s on them, because I prefer spreadsheets for maximum efficiency. And if my master spreadsheet has a list of individual ones? Well, that’s nobody’s business but mine.

As Saint Montoya‘s personal assistant, my ability to be two steps ahead and thrice prepared for anything is not only valued but an absolutely necessary skill. My savvy competency, along with a divine cup of coffee, is the secret to my success.

My personal life is as skillfully maintained as the professional. I’m happily single and not at all in the market for a mate, even if members of our team have started finding the ones fated to be theirs. Mates are messy… not to mention distracting.

But if I were in the market for one? I wouldn’t choose an irritating Irish mobster who I meet while he’s, erm, working. Too bad Patrick O’Malley isn’t what I’m looking for… his fox is too adorable. And the cocky, redheaded alpha isn’t too awful.

This is the third book in an mpreg series about the attempts of a dangerous group of ruthless vigilantes to go lawful… with dubious success. You can expect to find naughty, knotty scenes of steamy passion, along with a lot of potty-mouth language and satisfactory violence when bad guys get what’s coming. Don’t worry, you’ll still find all the fluffy mpreg feels and crazy antics you’d expect from Susi Hawke and Crista Crown