Hands by Stella Marie Alden

They told me she was a saint. They were dead wrong.
“Your last name is Hand?”
“Yeah. Got a problem with that?”
“Nooooo. I just assumed they called you Hands for another reason.”
My grin widens. “Why can’t it be both?”
Guard Sam’s holy-roller cousin? Sure, I said, why not? She may be gorgeous but I never do good girls.
The moment she opens her sassy mouth, I know I’m in over my head. Then, she lies about receiving weird text messages. She thwarts my every effort to keep her safe and while it pisses me off, it also turns me on. She’s no saint. She’s a ball-busting Brooklyn babe who’s hiding a past and with it, her passionate nature.
I should never have tempted fate.