Everyone thought being someone's mistress would be easy, but not everyone knows what goes on behind closed doors. "Cheater" that's all she sees when she gazes into the mirror. "I should be wearing a fucking scarlet letter" she growls towards her reflection. Full of guilt and disgust, Haley's mind reels to the man that caused it all - that disgusting, cheating man. That cocky smirk and those egotistical remarks made her scowl with annoyance and frustration. But it was those glorious full-bodied muscles gleaming beneath the beads of sweat that both of their bodies produced during that oh-so-sensuous act which entrapped her thoughts. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, the ripple of his abs rubbing against her flesh – it all was enough to cause her body to shiver, even now, when she was on the brink of a full-blown meltdown. Haley pulled her muddled hair into a ponytail, and tried to remain calm. Afterall, people cheat all the time. She wasn’t the one cheating, right? Wrong. No matter how much of a lying and deceitful ass Preston was, she was still as guilty – if not more so. She was guilty not only of sleeping with another woman’s husband, but the father of the children she had been the nanny of since the oldest one’s birth twelve years ago. Note to reader:
This is the last part of The Mistress. It is filled with a lot of steamy loves scenes and definitely not recommended for readers below 18!

Things aren’t always what they seem… My dark allure, my wicked cunning, and the way I play the game drives my man, Ash wild with desire. When he fights by my side, killing for me with expert precision, I smolder for him as well. There’s nothing we won’t do for each other. To say we’re in love is an understatement. Ash is the fire and I am the flame, our passion burns bright. We’ve become the ultimate killers. But the closer we get to unraveling the dark agenda of my demented father, the closer we come to cornering him and stopping him once and for all, the quicker he slips through our fingers, like smoke and mirrors, a twisted illusion drawing us deeper into the mysteries and darkness of my tortured past. We don’t know who to trust. Darkness swirls behind the detective’s friendly eyes. Is she who she says she is? Can she really help? Even my sister, Blair isn’t who I thought, who I remember. Is anything as it seems? Ash and I must stick to the game plan, rescue the girls from the farmhouse, and take out the man who started it all, but are the people closest to us, the ones that claim to help, really our greatest enemies? How can we win the game when the rules keep changing?