Being immortal doesn't mean you can't die. It just means you're damn hard to kill.
When Alexei Medvedev joined the Forgotten Brotherhood—paranormals hired to assassinate other paranormals—he knew it wouldn't be a cake walk. But his next target is one of Death's own Reapers gone rogue. For the first time since he started this gig, "damn hard to kill" feels more like "damn near impossible."
Tracking Cassie Dobbs brings him to a remote bar in small-town Alaska, where this hot-as-hell Reaper is casually serving drinks, as if she doesn't have a bounty on her head from Death himself. Alexei is dangerously intrigued. Everyone in the Brotherhood knows the first rule: don't fall for your target.
But Alexei soon has bigger problems to face than an unexpected attraction. They only send assassins after those who deserve to die or so he's been made to believe. Now that he's met Cassie, though, he's not so sure.
What if everything he's been told is a lie, and the person he's been sent to kill is the only one who knows the truth?