Agents of the Ouroboros

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴.

Truer words have never been spoken, in my opinion.

Jackson Thorne and his pet hacker, Eli, stepped out of the limo with the confidence of a playboy billionaire who spent most of his life jet setting and pretending to work for his father—which is spot on.

But he’s been retained to defend my boss’ new mate and the heir to the Wolfenberg fortune, so he’s in the big leagues now.

The rest of his team arrives not long after and I know I’m in trouble. 

Ex-CIA officer Rainier Milan, jury consultant Foley McNamara, and the mysterious Kendrick Noctem may be the team he needs, but they’re everything I’ve worked hard to avoid.

Unfortunately, the animal part of my brain says differently.

How am I supposed to focus on the trial and my job when my heart is yearning for five men who don’t seem to realize I’m alive?

Yeah, I’m totally screwed.