When Seattle detective Christopher Macklin kills a man in the line of duty, the fallout is immediate: a public scandal, a powerful family out for blood, and a career hanging by a thread.
Isabela Cruz, the brilliant attorney assigned to his defense, knows this case could make or break her future. What she doesn’t expect is for the stubborn man behind the headlines to be impossible to resist.
As threats mount, Isabela and Christopher are pulled into a dangerous game of secrets and lies. Each new discovery brings them closer to the truth and to each other. It also brings them closer to the edge of ruin.
When Isabela must choose between betrayal and survival, she risks everything to protect the man she loves. But victory comes at a cost, and some wounds cut deeper than the law can heal.
Excerpt:
Chris muted the Mariners game and listened. At first, he thought he imagined the knock. Nobody ever came here uninvited except his sister, and she always texted first. The second knock wasn’t subtle. It was loud, deliberate, and insistent. Someone was pounding on the front door.
He stood, the cold tile in the foyer seeping through his socks. Peering through the peephole, his stomach dropped. Of course, there she was.
Isabela Cruz, in head-to-toe black, dress, blazer, oversized sunglasses, even sensible flats. She looked like she was late for a funeral or prepared to host one. He opened the door.
“Who died?” he asked, eyes drifting over her with appreciation.
She didn’t miss a beat. “The man you shot. Why did you cancel?”
Ouch. He had walked right into that one.
“Today didn’t work,” he said with a shrug, trying for indifference.
She narrowed her eyes. “Why not? You don’t look busy.”
He had no good answer for that. Not one he could say out loud. He didn’t cancel because of an emergency. He didn’t cancel because he didn’t have time.
He canceled because she got to him. Because he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Because she was in his head all the time and in the wrong way. The kind of way that made a man want to confess things. Want to feel things. He didn’t like that.
He didn’t like what he saw in her eyes when he spoke about his past. For some reason he hated the thought of her judgement, or her pity.
“Well, I’m here. And you’re free. So, let’s do this,” she brushed past him before he could decide whether to protest.
The faint scent of something tropical, her shampoo maybe, hit him like a sucker punch. He wanted to groan. Celibacy was a bitch, especially when it was involuntary.
She paused inside the foyer, waiting like a guest, though she'd just marched in like a storm.
“Right this way,” he muttered and led her into the living room.
He caught her assessing the space. The minimal furniture, lack of personal touches, and bland colors screamed anything but homey. It was sterile and temporary. Somehow, Isabela made the space … more.
“My sister rents this place out,” he said. “My house is too busy right now.”
She nodded. There was no judgment in her expression, just quiet understanding.
Chris rubbed the back of his neck. “Want some water or something?”
“No thanks.” She stood awkwardly in the center of the room like she didn’t want to make herself at home.
“Here or the table?” he asked.
“Here is fine.”
He gestured to the armchair, and she took it. Grabbing the remote, he clicked off the TV and plopped on the couch. When he looked up again, her sunglasses were off and pushed onto her head, taming the wisps of hair escaping her low bun. Her face looked more drawn than usual, tired even. The smile she offered looked painful to wear.
“I noticed you didn’t return the new client questionnaire Kelly emailed Friday,” she said, flipping open her notepad.
“I thought it was redundant.” His jaw flexed.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Mr. Macklin…”
“Chris,” he corrected.
She met his eyes, hesitating only a second. “Chris. We aim to be thorough. Too much information is better than not enough.”
“How do you do it?” he asked suddenly.
Isabela’s brows pulled together. “Do what?”
“That syrupy voice. That fake-ass smile.” His tone wasn’t cruel, just weary.
Her mouth quirked. “Right. Female attorneys are supposed to frown, wear neutral-colored suits, and drop their voices half an octave.”
She deepened her voice to a ridiculous baritone, and he couldn’t stop the smirk that pulled at his lips.
“That’s not me,” she said, back to her natural cadence. “I don’t want to start Botox early, so I save the frowning for when it’s truly needed. Kill them with kindness has always been my mantra. If that doesn’t work, I’m adaptable. And if I have to be mean? Trust me, I can be mean.”
“I know. I’ve seen it,” a laugh caught in his throat.
God, he liked Isabela way more than he should. He wanted to see her really smile. Hear her laugh when she wasn’t trying to hold it in. This was why he’d asked for a different attorney. She broke eye contact first, switching gears.
“I need more details on your time at the academy. A list of former partners, and there’s also a report on a ‘deceased on contact’ incident involving a minor.”
“I thought you just had a vacation,” he interrupted.
“And?”
“You don’t look like someone who just had four days off.”
She lifted her brows, clearly fed up.
He held up his hands in surrender. “Just saying. Coffee?”
To his surprise, she sighed. The sound was soft and even better, it was real.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
He almost regretted poking at her. Almost. But seeing past her shield was riveting.
“You don’t have to be sorry. I take it no beachside umbrella drinks over the weekend, huh?”
She hesitated, then answered. “I flew halfway across the country to meet my girlfriends. It’s kind of a tradition. Spring meet-up. It wasn’t the best timing, but it was the only weekend that worked.”
He nodded, remining silent and prayed she would go on.
“It was eye-opening. Not in a great way.” She admitted. “I don’t know why I’m boring you with this.” A nervous laugh slipped out. “Maybe I will take that coffee, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“None at all.” He stood. “Still have half a pot from this morning.”
He walked into the kitchen, surprised when he heard her soft steps follow. The domesticity of it all hit harder than it should have.
He opened the cabinet, grabbed a mug. “How do you take it?”
“Huh?”
He turned just in time to catch her watching him. Her gaze drifted over his body, slow and unguarded, as if she didn’t even realize she was doing it. The moment their eyes met, her head snapped away and color stained her cheeks. Jesus.
{"num_reviews":0,"add_this":[{"service":"facebook","annotation":""},{"service":"email","annotation":""},{"service":"print","annotation":""},{"service":"twitter","annotation":""}],"gtin":null,"id":3609,"can_purchase":true,"meta_description":"","category":["Contemporary","Erotic ","Suspense","Mainstream"],"AddThisServiceButtonMeta":"","main_image":{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f3609\u002f3895\u002fjustifiedbetrayal1l__05292.1778188292.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense\n\nHeat Level: 2\n\nWord Count: 61, 500\n\nISBN: 978-0-3695-1440-0\n\nEditor: Kristen Zink\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"},"add_to_wishlist_url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fwishlist.php?action=add&product_id=3609","custom_fields":[{"id":"743","name":"Series","value":"\u002fseries-the-justified-series\u002f"}],"sku":"978-0-3695-1440-0","backorder_availability_prompt":"","url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fjustified-betrayal-by-shay-burnham\u002f","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThe Justified Series, 2\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWhen Seattle detective Christopher Macklin kills a man in the line of duty, the fallout is immediate: a public scandal, a powerful family out for blood, and a career hanging by a thread.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eIsabela Cruz, the brilliant attorney assigned to his defense, knows this case could make or break her future. What she doesn’t expect is for the stubborn man behind the headlines to be impossible to resist.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAs threats mount, Isabela and Christopher are pulled into a dangerous game of secrets and lies. Each new discovery brings them closer to the truth and to each other. It also brings them closer to the edge of ruin.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWhen Isabela must choose between betrayal and survival, she risks everything to protect the man she loves. But victory comes at a cost, and some wounds cut deeper than the law can heal.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003eExcerpt:\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eChris muted the Mariners game and listened. At first, he thought he imagined the knock. Nobody ever came here uninvited except his sister, and she always texted first. The second knock wasn’t subtle. It was loud, deliberate, and insistent. Someone was pounding on the front door.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe stood, the cold tile in the foyer seeping through his socks. Peering through the peephole, his stomach dropped. \u003cem\u003eOf course, \u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003cem\u003et\u003c\u002fem\u003ehere she was.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eIsabela Cruz, in head-to-toe black, dress, blazer, oversized sunglasses, even sensible flats. She looked like she was late for a funeral or prepared to host one. He opened the door.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Who died?” he asked, eyes drifting over her with appreciation.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe didn’t miss a beat. “The man you shot. Why did you cancel?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eOuch\u003c\u002fem\u003e. He had walked right into that one.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Today didn’t work,” he said with a shrug, trying for indifference.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe narrowed her eyes. “Why not? You don’t look busy.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe had no good answer for that. Not one he could say out loud. He didn’t cancel because of an emergency. He didn’t cancel because he didn’t have time.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe canceled because she got to him. Because he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Because she was in his head all the time and in the wrong way. The kind of way that made a man want to confess things. Want to \u003cem\u003efeel\u003c\u002fem\u003e things. He didn’t like that.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe didn’t like what he saw in her eyes when he spoke about his past. For some reason he hated the thought of her judgement, or her pity.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Well, I’m here. And you’re free. So, let’s do this,” she brushed past him before he could decide whether to protest.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThe faint scent of something tropical, her shampoo maybe, hit him like a sucker punch. He wanted to groan. \u003cem\u003eCelibacy was a bitch, especially when it was involuntary.\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe paused inside the foyer, waiting like a guest, though she'd just marched in like a storm.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Right this way,” he muttered and led her into the living room.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe caught her assessing the space. The minimal furniture, lack of personal touches, and bland colors screamed anything but homey. It was sterile and temporary. Somehow, Isabela made the space … more.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“My sister rents this place out,” he said. “My house is too busy right now.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe nodded. There was no judgment in her expression, just quiet understanding.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eChris rubbed the back of his neck. “Want some water or something?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“No thanks.” She stood awkwardly in the center of the room like she didn’t want to make herself at home.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Here or the table?” he asked.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Here is fine.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe gestured to the armchair, and she took it. Grabbing the remote, he clicked off the TV and plopped on the couch. When he looked up again, her sunglasses were off and pushed onto her head, taming the wisps of hair escaping her low bun. Her face looked more drawn than usual, tired even. The smile she offered looked painful to wear.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I noticed you didn’t return the new client questionnaire Kelly emailed Friday,” she said, flipping open her notepad.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I thought it was redundant.” His jaw flexed.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I’m sorry you feel that way, Mr. Macklin…”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Chris,” he corrected.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe met his eyes, hesitating only a second. “Chris. We aim to be thorough. Too much information is better than not enough.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“How do you do it?” he asked suddenly.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e Isabela’s brows pulled together. “Do what?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“That syrupy voice. That fake-ass smile.” His tone wasn’t cruel, just weary.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHer mouth quirked. “Right. Female attorneys are supposed to frown, wear neutral-colored suits, and drop their voices half an octave.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe deepened her voice to a ridiculous baritone, and he couldn’t stop the smirk that pulled at his lips.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“That’s not me,” she said, back to her natural cadence. “I don’t want to start Botox early, so I save the frowning for when it’s truly needed. Kill them with kindness has always been my mantra. If that doesn’t work, I’m adaptable. And if I have to be mean? Trust me, I \u003cem\u003ecan\u003c\u002fem\u003e be mean.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I know. I’ve seen it,” a laugh caught in his throat.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eGod, he liked Isabela way more than he should. He wanted to see her \u003cem\u003ereally\u003c\u002fem\u003e smile. Hear her laugh when she wasn’t trying to hold it in. This was why he’d asked for a different attorney. She broke eye contact first, switching gears.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I need more details on your time at the academy. A list of former partners, and there’s also a report on a ‘deceased on contact’ incident involving a minor.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I thought you just had a vacation,” he interrupted.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e “And?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“You don’t look like someone who just had four days off.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe lifted her brows, clearly fed up.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe held up his hands in surrender. “Just saying. Coffee?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eTo his surprise, she sighed. The sound was soft and even better, it was real.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I’m sorry,” she murmured.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe almost regretted poking at her. Almost. But seeing past her shield was riveting.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“You don’t have to be sorry. I take it no beachside umbrella drinks over the weekend, huh?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe hesitated, then answered. “I flew halfway across the country to meet my girlfriends. It’s kind of a tradition. Spring meet-up. It wasn’t the best timing, but it was the only weekend that worked.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe nodded, remining silent and prayed she would go on.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“It was eye-opening. Not in a great way.” She admitted. “I don’t know why I’m boring you with this.” A nervous laugh slipped out. “Maybe I \u003cem\u003ewill\u003c\u002fem\u003e take that coffee, if it’s not too much trouble.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“None at all.” He stood. “Still have half a pot from this morning.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe walked into the kitchen, surprised when he heard her soft steps follow. The domesticity of it all hit harder than it should have.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe opened the cabinet, grabbed a mug. “How do you take it?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Huh?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe turned just in time to catch her watching him. Her gaze drifted over his body, slow and unguarded, as if she didn’t even realize she was doing it. The moment their eyes met, her head snapped away and color stained her cheeks. \u003cem\u003eJesus.\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e","show_backorder_message":false,"tags":[],"warranty":"","price":{"without_tax":{"formatted":"$3.99","value":3.99,"currency":"USD"},"tax_label":"Tax"},"default_shipping_expectation_prompt":"","detail_messages":"","availability":"","page_title":"Justified Betrayal by Shay Burnham","cart_url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fcart.php","show_backorder_availability_prompt":false,"max_purchase_quantity":0,"show_quantity_on_hand":false,"show_default_shipping_expectation_prompt":false,"show_quantity_on_backorder":false,"brand":{"name":"Heat Level 2","url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fbrands\u002fHeat-Level-2.html"},"attributes":[],"mpn":null,"upc":null,"options":[],"related_products":[{"id":3374,"sku":"978-0-3695-1132-4","name":"Justified Lies by Shay Burnham","url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fjustified-lies-by-shay-burnham\u002f","availability":"","rating":5,"brand":{"name":"Heat Level 2"},"category":["Contemporary","Mainstream","Suspense"],"summary":"The Justified Series, 1\nIn a sleepy suburb of Vancouver, Lianna Bennett should be living her happily ever after. Instead, she is grappling with the guilt surrounding her late husband's death ","image":{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f3374\u002f3654\u002fjustifiedlies1l__57546.1740453626.JPG?c=2","alt":"Genre: Romantic Suspense\n\nHeat Level: 2\n\nWord Count: 68, 500\n\nISBN: 978-0-3695-1132-4\n\nEditor: CA Clauson\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"},"images":[{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f3374\u002f3654\u002fjustifiedlies1l__57546.1740453626.JPG?c=2","alt":"Genre: Romantic Suspense\n\nHeat Level: 2\n\nWord Count: 68, 500\n\nISBN: 978-0-3695-1132-4\n\nEditor: CA Clauson\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"}],"date_added":"24th Feb 2025","pre_order":false,"show_cart_action":false,"has_options":false,"stock_level":null,"low_stock_level":null,"qty_in_cart":0,"custom_fields":[{"id":736,"name":"Series","value":"\u002fseries-the-justified-series\u002f"}],"num_reviews":16,"weight":{"formatted":"0.00 LBS","value":0},"demo":false,"add_to_wishlist_url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fwishlist.php?action=add&product_id=3374","price":{"without_tax":{"formatted":"$3.99","value":3.99,"currency":"USD"},"tax_label":"Tax"}},{"id":1232,"sku":"978-1-77233-262-9","name":"Betrayal by Sam Crescent","url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fbetrayal-by-sam-crescent\u002f","availability":"","rating":5,"brand":{"name":"Heat Level 4"},"category":["BBW\u002fRubenesque","Contemporary","Erotic ","MC Romance","Series Trojans MC"],"summary":"Trojans MC, 2\r\nHe broke her heart. She refuses to be hurt again... Mary has","image":{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f1232\u002f1431\u002fbetrayal__79761.1425508647.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Erotic MC Romance\n\nHeat Level: 4\n\nWord Count: 43, 515\n\nISBN: 978-1-77233-262-9\n\nEditor: Karyn White\n\nCover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs"},"images":[{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f1232\u002f1431\u002fbetrayal__79761.1425508647.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Erotic MC Romance\n\nHeat Level: 4\n\nWord Count: 43, 515\n\nISBN: 978-1-77233-262-9\n\nEditor: Karyn White\n\nCover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs"}],"date_added":"4th Mar 2015","pre_order":false,"show_cart_action":false,"has_options":false,"stock_level":null,"low_stock_level":null,"qty_in_cart":0,"custom_fields":[{"id":243,"name":"Series","value":"\u002fseries-trojans-mc\u002f"}],"num_reviews":17,"weight":{"formatted":"0.00 LBS","value":0},"demo":false,"add_to_wishlist_url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fwishlist.php?action=add&product_id=1232","price":{"without_tax":{"formatted":"$3.99","value":3.99,"currency":"USD"},"tax_label":"Tax"}},{"id":3402,"sku":"978-0-3695-1171-3","name":"Twisted Betrayal by Lila Fox","url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002ftwisted-betrayal-by-lila-fox\u002f","availability":"","rating":5,"brand":{"name":"Heat Level 4"},"category":["Contemporary","Erotic "],"summary":"Riley’s world explodes when she finds out about her husband’s betrayal. She never thought he’d do something so awful when he claimed she was his whole world.Rick finds out about the","image":{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f3402\u002f3682\u002ftwistedbetrayal1l__67313.1745377325.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance\n\nHeat Level: 4\n\nWord Count: 20, 000\n\nISBN: 978-0-3695-1171-3\n\nEditor: Lisa Petrocelli\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"},"images":[{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f3402\u002f3682\u002ftwistedbetrayal1l__67313.1745377325.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance\n\nHeat Level: 4\n\nWord Count: 20, 000\n\nISBN: 978-0-3695-1171-3\n\nEditor: Lisa Petrocelli\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"}],"date_added":"22nd Apr 2025","pre_order":false,"show_cart_action":false,"has_options":false,"stock_level":null,"low_stock_level":null,"qty_in_cart":0,"custom_fields":null,"num_reviews":9,"weight":{"formatted":"0.00 LBS","value":0},"demo":false,"add_to_wishlist_url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fwishlist.php?action=add&product_id=3402","price":{"without_tax":{"formatted":"$3.99","value":3.99,"currency":"USD"},"tax_label":"Tax"}},{"id":3319,"sku":"978-0-3695-1056-3","name":"Road's Betrayal by Sam Crescent","url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002froads-betrayal-by-sam-crescent\u002f","availability":"","rating":5,"brand":{"name":"Heat Level 3"},"category":["Contemporary","Dark Romance","Erotic ","BBW\u002fRubenesque","Lawless","MC Romance","Series Evil Fallen Bratva MC","May\u002fDecember"],"summary":"Evil Fallen Bratva MC, 2\nRoad doesn’t trust anyone. He knows how quickly women can turn, and he knows Dinah has been sent by Sergey Golubev. Every time he looks in the mirror, he's remi","image":{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f3319\u002f3599\u002froadsbetrayal1l__04414.1728340417.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance\n\nHeat Level: 3\n\nWord Count: 43, 000\n\nISBN: 978-0-3695-1056-3\n\nEditor: Lisa Petrocelli\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"},"images":[{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f3319\u002f3599\u002froadsbetrayal1l__04414.1728340417.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance\n\nHeat Level: 3\n\nWord Count: 43, 000\n\nISBN: 978-0-3695-1056-3\n\nEditor: Lisa Petrocelli\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"}],"date_added":"7th Oct 2024","pre_order":false,"show_cart_action":false,"has_options":false,"stock_level":null,"low_stock_level":null,"qty_in_cart":0,"custom_fields":[{"id":517,"name":"Series","value":"\u002fseries-evil-fallen-bratva-mc\u002f"}],"num_reviews":29,"weight":{"formatted":"0.00 LBS","value":0},"demo":false,"add_to_wishlist_url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fwishlist.php?action=add&product_id=3319","price":{"without_tax":{"formatted":"$3.99","value":3.99,"currency":"USD"},"tax_label":"Tax"}},{"id":2037,"sku":"978-1-77339-233-2","name":"Betrayal and Deception by Mackenzie Williams","url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fbetrayal-and-deception-by-mackenzie-williams\u002f","availability":"","rating":0,"brand":{"name":"Heat Level 3"},"category":["BDSM","Contemporary","Erotic "],"summary":"Slade, Inc. 3\r\nMorgan White is thrilled that her relationship with her boss, Connor Slade, is getting stronger outside of the office. However, she is still waiting to hear those three magic words: \"I...","image":{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f2037\u002f2265\u002fbetrayaldeception1l__82194.1490661671.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Contemporary BDSM Romance\n\nHeat Level: 3\n\nWord Count: 34, 340\n\nISBN: 978-1-77339-233-2\n\nEditor: Melissa Hosack\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"},"images":[{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f2037\u002f2265\u002fbetrayaldeception1l__82194.1490661671.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Contemporary BDSM Romance\n\nHeat Level: 3\n\nWord Count: 34, 340\n\nISBN: 978-1-77339-233-2\n\nEditor: Melissa Hosack\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"}],"date_added":"27th Mar 2017","pre_order":false,"show_cart_action":false,"has_options":false,"stock_level":null,"low_stock_level":null,"qty_in_cart":0,"custom_fields":null,"num_reviews":0,"weight":{"formatted":"0.00 LBS","value":0},"demo":false,"add_to_wishlist_url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fwishlist.php?action=add&product_id=2037","price":{"without_tax":{"formatted":"$3.99","value":3.99,"currency":"USD"},"tax_label":"Tax"}}],"shipping_messages":[],"rating":0,"reviews":{"messages":[],"total":0},"bulk_discount_rates":[],"meta_keywords":"","show_quantity_input":0,"title":"Justified Betrayal by Shay Burnham","gift_wrapping_available":false,"min_purchase_quantity":0,"customizations":[],"images":[{"data":"https:\u002f\u002fcdn11.bigcommerce.com\u002fs-21532\u002fimages\u002fstencil\u002f{:size}\u002fproducts\u002f3609\u002f3895\u002fjustifiedbetrayal1l__05292.1778188292.jpg?c=2","alt":"Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense\n\nHeat Level: 2\n\nWord Count: 61, 500\n\nISBN: 978-0-3695-1440-0\n\nEditor: Kristen Zink\n\nCover Artist: Jay Aheer"}]}
[{"url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002f","name":"Home"},{"url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fmainstream\u002f","name":"Mainstream"},{"url":"https:\u002f\u002fwww.evernightpublishing.com\u002fjustified-betrayal-by-shay-burnham\u002f","name":"Justified Betrayal by Shay Burnham"}]
