Because nothing says romance like mutual attempted murder.
Maisie Baxter has it all: killer instincts, a morally flexible job title, and the kind of social life that really thrives when you can’t tell anyone what you actually do for a living. She’s employed by a boutique ethical assassin agency—which is apparently like regular murder, but with better branding and compost bins.
She just wants to have a normal week: cocktails, Pilates, not being shot at. But no, some annoyingly hot guy named Will keeps crashing her missions like he's auditioning for The Bachelorette: Assassin Edition. He’s cute, mysterious, possibly trying to kill her... and somehow still less stressful than her manager.
Maisie’s pretty sure he works for the competition (because of course he does), but things take a turn when a bigger, shadowy conspiracy shows up—like a bad Tinder date, but with more explosions and fewer escape routes. Now they have to team up, ignore their overwhelming urge to make out and murder each other, and save the day. Or at least survive long enough to file their expense reports.
It’s enemies-to-lovers-to-potentially-dead in a world where assassins are ethically sourced, secrets go all the way to the top, and nobody ever texts back.
I had an ALC of this book and was fully prepared to be distracted by a wildly inappropriate narrator doing an “English” accent that sounds like they learned it from watching Downton Abbey once, half-asleep.
But no! The narrator actually sounded English. Like, genuinely. With regional accents and everything. Honestly, I nearly cried.
Each character had a distinct voice, and it was always clear who was speaking — which shouldn’t be impressive, but given the state of some recent audiobooks, is basically a miracle. The reading style was smooth, engaging, and best of all, didn’t feel like the narrator was trying to win an Oscar with every sentence.
It actually let the story shine, rather than turning the whole thing into a one-person stage show at the Edinburgh Fringe.