Her Italian Hitman by Regina Wade

Eliza:
Most people are dying to come to Las Vegas
I just killed to get out
I have the magic touch
People fly in from everywhere to feel my hands on them
My plan is simple:
Give the best massages. Get the hell out of town.
Then some lowlife mob boss drops dead in a pool of my essential oils
Now I’m on the run under the heat of neon lights
My only hope?
A deadly international mystery man
Enzo puts the sin in Sin City
He swears he’ll keep me safe
I believe the gorgeous Sicilian when he promises to protect my heart
But I might be ready to gamble my innocence on the heat he’s packing.

Enzo:
There isn’t much that surprises me
But even I’m not prepared to fall for an accidental assassin
They say find something you’re good at and get paid to do it
I’m damned good at killing assholes
The plan was simple:
Get in, take out a notorious crime boss, and get out.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned on the job, it’s that nothing ever goes according to plan.
One look at Eliza and the rule book flies right out the window.
Then the bodies hit the floor
She’s in trouble.
But lucky for her,
Trouble is what I do best.