Mysterious, elusive, and unforgettable—the Hurst Amulet series continues to lure lovers into peril as New York Times bestselling author Karen Hawkins spins her scintillating tale of danger and desire. For beautiful, seductive Moira MacAllister, the stakes have become terrifyingly high. Her daughter has been abducted and a priceless ancient relic is the ransom. Moira must acquire it at any cost, even if it means confronting the man she once duped and left, a man who still doesn’t know she has a child...and that he is the father. Robert Hurst, an operative in the king’s service, has never forgiven the mysterious spy who seduced him into marriage and then disappeared without a trace. Now, as he pursues the onyx box that will save his brother’s life, their paths cross again. But Robert isn’t sure which he longs for more—to satisfy his lust for revenge or to quench his relentless hunger for this bewitching woman. When Moira reveals to Robert her long-kept secret, however, he realizes his burning desires must wait as a treacherous foe closes in, threatening all they hold dear...and their second chance at love. "One thrilling adventure after another keeps A Most Dangerous Profession spellbinding and results in overall captivation." - Single Titles Reviews "If you're looking for a guaranteed-good-time-read, A Most Dangerous Profession is the book for you!" -- The Romance Dish " A Most Dangerous Profession is a charming and witty story that is sure to capture your heart!" -- My Book Addiction Reviews New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Karen Hawkins writes novels that have been praised as touching, witty, charming, and heartwarming. A native Southerner who grew up in the mountains of East Tennessee where storytelling is a way of life, Karen recently moved to frosty New England with her beloved husband and multiple foster dogs. The Dove Pond series is a nod to the thousands of books that opened doors for her to more adventures, places, and discoveries than she ever imagined possible. To find out more about Karen, check in with her at Facebook.com/AuthorKarenHawkins, on Instagram @KarenHawkinsAuthor, and on her website KarenHawkins.com. Moira managed a smile, though her heart pounded in her throat. “I don’t know what you're talking about.“ Robert moved so quickly that she didn’t have time to whisk herself out of the way, his warm hand closing over her wrist and holding her in place as he towered over her, his dark blue eyes blazing. “Don’t play your games with me. You knew my family needed that onyx box to win my brother’s release and yet you still stole it. And you did so at the behest of George Aniston.” She curled her fingers into the palms of her hands to hide their dampness. “The box is now in your possession and Michael is finally safe, so my association with George Aniston is none of your concern.” “Oh, but it is, for he and I pursue the same objects. I already have two of the onyx boxes. Now, I want the same thing Aniston does; the same thing you’ve chased here – the third box.” She froze in place. There are three boxes? Her heart pounded quickly now, but from something other than desire. Did Aniston know there were three boxes? She’d give everything she possessed – except one thing – to defeat George Aniston. No one hated him more. And certainly no one had more reason to. Even now, her shoulders ached with the tightness that spread at the thought of beating the vile Aniston at his own game. But before she could do that, she had to extricate herself from her current situation and get away from the very dangerous man who stood before her. She eyed her wrist, which was still held in Robert’s steely grip before she shot him a look through her lashes. “You are hurting me.” “I doubt that.” Yet he loosened his hold. “Have I tried to strike out, attempted to flee, offered resistance of any kind?” His gaze narrowed. “Not yet.” “I’m not going to. I have remarkably little information for you, though I can see why you wish to know more about George Aniston.” “You’ll tell me what you do know.” Robert wasn’t budging; she could see it in his eyes. Fine. She'd share some of her knowledge. Just not all. “I know Aniston a little. For a short while, I was his messenger where Miss Beauchamp, your present sister-in-law, was concerned.” “He was blackmailing her.” “I didn’t know what he was doing; I was told to deliver and receive various envelopes, which I did. That was all.” “Marcail believed you were afraid of him.” It showed? That knowledge shook Moira so much she couldn’t speak for a moment. She made her living off of keeping her thoughts invisible to those around her. To know that someone had been able to see her biggest secret sent Moira's heart thundering. She managed a faint smile. “He’s not a nice man.” “No, he’s not. He’s also not known to be generous. Why were you working for him?” “He paid me.” “No, that’s not it.” Robert loosened his hold a bit more, through his strong fingers r