The New York Times bestselling authors of the Masters of Ménage series present the third scintillating novel featuring the privileged, wealthy, wild men of Creighton Academy—the Perfect Gentlemen.   Years ago, Naval officer Dax Spencer and NCIS agent Holland Kirk indulged in a steamy affair—until she betrayed him in the wake of his father’s death. Dax tried to put her behind him with a payback of his own. But he never forgot Holland…   Now, as Dax and his fellow Perfect Gentlemen unravel a web of lies, he discovers his family’s tragedy is part of a much larger conspiracy. Soon, all clues point him back to New Orleans…where Holland waits, protecting her deadly secret and holding a torch for the only man she’s ever loved.   Once reunited, they can’t fight the passion flaring hot and wild. But something sinister lurks around every corner, from the elegance of the Garden district to the beauty of the bayou. Dax and Holland may find their way back to each other—if they survive... “Shayla Black and Lexi Blake never fail to heat up the page, and the Perfect Gentlemen series is no exception. Hot and edgy and laced with danger, the stories in the Perfect Gentlemen series are just that—perfect.”— New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner Shayla Black  is the  New York Times  and  USA Today  bestselling author of over 40 sizzling contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances, including the Wicked Lovers series ( Wicked for You ,  His to Take , and  Theirs to Cherish ). She lives in Texas with her husband, munchkin, and one very spoiled cat.   Lexi Blake is the New York Times bestselling author of the Masters and Mercenaries series ( You Only Love Twice , Cherished , A View to a Thrill ). She lives in North Texas with her family.     One     New Orleans, Louisiana     Three years ago     Holland Kirk sighed as she packed up her laptop. Another case closed. She liked the simple ones. Two enlisted sailors had gotten into a bar fight over a     local and one of them had waited two days before deciding to jump his opponent back on base. He’d nearly gutted the other man. Luckily, she’d found a     witness and now the seaman was sitting in a jail cell.     If only all her cases were so easy.     She stood and stretched, trying not to think about the news she’d heard earlier today. Courtney had waltzed in with two chicken salad sandwiches and the     latest gossip.     Captain Dax Spencer had taken a one-month training assignment right here in New Orleans. Could Holland believe it? One of the Perfect Gentlemen here in     their backyard. Courtney had been star struck.     Holland kind of wanted to hide.     Her cell phone trilled and she looked down to find a text from Courtney.     He’s even hotter than I imagined. I’m the writer assigned to him for this project! Squee! I need an entirely new wardrobe. And a mani pedi.     A flurry of emoticons followed, all conveying her excitement. Holland wasn’t sure what a couple of them were, but they definitely looked happy. Courtney     knew she’d met Spencer at some point, but had no idea he was basically the man of her dreams. And now she meant to avoid him at all costs.     Sounds good! Hope you two have fun.     She sent the text, trying not to admit that her stomach dropped at the thought of pretty, curvy Courtney with Dax. Courtney looked like a swimsuit model.     She was exactly the type of woman Holland would expect on the arm of one of the infamous Perfect Gentlemen.     Absolutely not her. Never Holland.     It had been years since she’d spoken to the gorgeous Dax Spencer, but she dreamed of him often. It wasn’t like she hadn’t dated, but she ended up comparing     every single man who came into her life to Dax, and they always came up short.     She’d seen him at his father’s funeral. She’d shown up quietly and sat in the back. It had been a travesty how few people had been in attendance. Admiral     Harold Spencer’s exemplary reputation had been washed away with one indiscretion.     “Hey, I’ve heard we’re going to have trouble.” Jim Kellison leaned against the door to her office, his dark eyes grim. “Your friend was telling everyone     Captain Spencer has come back to town for a while.”     She was certain that had a couple of special agents thinking about early retirement, including the one in front of her. “Apparently he’s agreed to help     write the documentation on the new training procedures. He’s been testing them on his ship.”     “Sure. That’s what every captain dreams of,” Jim shot back. “Spending several weeks writing training manuals. I’ve heard a rumor you run in his circle.”     She shook her head. “God, no. I’m friends with his sister. I was very close to the wife of one of his friends.”     Joy Hayes. It was hard to believe she was really gone, the victim of a single bullet from a lone shooter. Tears threatened. They did every single time she     thought abou