Holt by Olivia Sinclair

Holt:
Running a remote wilderness safe house for the FBI helps pay the bills, and it’s usually not a strenuous job. Until they send Felicity. I knew the second I saw her she was mine. I also know a secret — she can’t walk away from a fight. So all I have to do is keep pushing her buttons for the next eighty years…

Felicity:
None of this was my idea, and I’m sick and tired of men that act like I’m not even in the room. Especially when they’re gorgeous. And make outrageous pronouncements about our future together without even asking. So rude! Mind you, he’s very good at kissing…