Ivy and the Deathstalkers

My victims know me by many names, Jessica, Felicity, Morgan… My parents named me Ivy… as in poison Ivy.

I’m much deadlier than the comic book character though. One touch, one drop of blood or saliva, and you’re good as dead.

What's a girl to do when she can't touch someone without killing them? Put her curse to good use and turn it into a gift.

From the time I knew what would happen if I touched anyone, I became very selective with who I touched. If I ever touch you, just know you deserve it.

Turns out my killer touch attracted the attention of an assassins guild I’ve only heard of in whispers. I didn’t know they were real. But I’ve been invited to join their ranks.

Having someone tell me who to kill isn’t high on my list, but if they could help me find those responsible for my parents’ murder, it may be worth it.

Just when I get my first assignment, I run into trouble. Literally.

This tall broody asshole is standing between me and my target. But something awakens within me when I look into his hazel eyes.

A pull I never wanted ensnares me.

But when he costs me my target, I kick his ass and disappear before he knows what hit him.

I’m not counting on him and his brothers hunting me down.

Or on them all being my mates.

What else could go wrong?

Shit. I shouldn’t have said that…