A King Maker by MK Kerrick

Everything in life is corruptible.

I am the Kingmaker. A King. The man operating in the background to build your fortress around your political aspirations, bury the scandal you never want to see the light of day, pay the boogeyman on your behalf to leave you alone and let you live. And I do it for a price. My client list is powerful and destructive, a balancing act to maintain privacy and silence. I am the fixer New York raves about in the media. The one who gets things no one wants to touch done. I don’t operate in the gray, I operate in the black.
Yet someone in my company is poaching names from my client list and selling them to my competitor. To find them I need someone who blends in well to investigate my powerful team. I need someone who moves as a ghost. I need her.
Emilia Graham and I begin as enemies, yet somewhere along the way, in the luncheons and night meetings, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Kings don’t fall for peasants. Even if the peasant is hiding her crown. Mixing our worlds will only end in one way: destruction.
Because everything gold in this city? It’s corruptible.