They’re double trouble. She doesn’t stand a chance.
Melinda Cheng is a master of reinvention—a skilled cipher who creates new lives for those desperate to leave their past behind. For years, she’s helped survivors of domestic violence vanish into the anonymity of carefully crafted identities. Her latest case seems simple enough—an unassuming old lady Melinda’s determined to keep safe no matter who’s hired to track her down.
Twins Pierre and Louis Montagne do everything together. They live together, work together and share their women. As the Langeais wolf pack’s tech team, they’re a cyber force unrivaled. Nobody can hide from them. Not even a time-traveling witch who’s been a thorn in their pack’s side for centuries. Wherever she is, they’ll find her. It’s only a matter of time. One clever little cipher isn’t going to stop them.
When the hunt for Melinda’s client turns to tracking her down, Melinda is drawn into a world of werewolves and witches. Where a woman in her eighties may not be as innocent as she seems, and cyber specialists come in the form of two hot-as-hell Frenchmen.
Melinda will risk everything to protect her client. Pierre and Louis will do anything to find their target. But Melinda means more to them than an opportunity to complete their mission, and they must decide what truly matters—capturing the witch or claiming their mate.
General Release Date: 2nd December 2025
Paris
March
Pierre ripped his headset off, flung it on his keyboard and scrubbed his face with his hands. “Putain.” He leaned back in his chair and stared at his screens, his latest deep-dive into asset records drawing a blank. Again. “If it weren’t so frustrating, I think I’d have a hard-on for this hacker. Whoever it is, they’re good.”
He checked the time. Eight a.m. Another all-nighter. Damn, he was tired. He glanced at the blackout blinds, tempted to roll them open. When was the last time he’d stepped outside? He wouldn’t even know it was spring if not for the date at the bottom of his screen.
Maxime, their pack’s alpha, had been riding them for weeks. They needed to find this woman. Too much was at stake. Cordelia King was a thorn in everyone’s side. Who knew what the witch was planning. His brother Gabriel had called him again yesterday, concerned about the unrest in the coven his new mate Annabelle governed. And Isobella, his soon-to be-great ancestor, was prepped and ready for her journey back in time. They couldn’t hold off any longer. Isobella’s health was deteriorating.
“Here.” Louis handed him a Red Bull. “I think we can agree there’s more than one hacker. And they’re not working as a team, either. She’s hired them individually.”
He cracked the can and took a swig, the pop and fizz of liquid adrenaline a welcome boost to his fatigued mind. His trash can was full of empties. They’d been living on the stuff of late. When they’d started this quest, they’d been full of confidence, certain they’d have her by New Years. How hard could it be to find one little old lady?
“Oui. Unless she’s racking up more frequent flyer points than half the corporate world, she’s got hackers in a dozen countries.” He ticked off his fingers. “The US, the UK, Australia, China, Switzerland, Russia. Hell, I cracked one of her identities in Uzbekistan yesterday.”
“I doubt she’d be in Uzbekistan.”
“Agreed.”
Louis flopped into his chair, spinning it so he faced Pierre and not his own set of screens. “I’ve been thinking. Maybe we’re going about this all wrong.”
“Mmm?” He’d give his left testicle for a fresh idea, a different angle, anything to get them the result they needed.
“We’ve been chasing our tail for three months now.” Louis opened his can of Red Bull. “How many times have we been through this since Christmas?”
Every time they’d get a hit with the facial recognition software they’d hijacked, they’d track her digital trail to a dead end. Another fake identity. Then she’d pop up again in another city, another country.
“Too damn many to count. But what’s the alternative? Boots on the ground aren’t going to help unless we have somewhere to send them.”
“Maybe”—Louis swiveled back to his screens, setting his drink aside—“we’re going after the wrong person.” He tapped on his keyboard and brought up an elegant piece of malware they’d worked on together.
Pierre scooted his chair across the floor until they were side by side. “You mean go after one of the hackers?”
Louis shrugged. “They’d have to have some contact with her—instructions, bank account details. This sort of work doesn’t come cheap.”
“Which hacker do we target?”
Louis pulled up a screen with a British passport for a June Halliday, a date and place of birth—all fake—Cordelia’s wrinkled face and her two different colored eyes staring at him. June Halliday—the real June Halliday—had died in 2022.
“The hacker who created this one has IDS alerts set up. We set off the alarm, insert our malware and hope our code gets us into their systems before we’re shut out.”
It was a bold move, using the intrusion detection system alerts to hack the hacker. Could they pull it off? “This won’t be some geeky kid with computer skills. This is a hacker for hire. They’ll be protecting their own identity as much as Cordelia’s.”
“Well, I, for one, don’t want to spend another three months chasing after more of Cordelia’s fake identities. Do you?” Louis crossed his arms. “There’s two of us against one. And we’re good. Even if the IDS alerts have a kill switch—”
“They will.”
“—there should still be a small path for admins. We’ll get something. Maybe not enough to find Cordelia, but enough to give us a lead on the hacker.” Louis smiled, vicious canines extending. “Then we pinpoint their location and pay them a visit.”
Pierre liked the sound of that. Too many hours spent with no results was pissing him off. Some payback was in order.
He raised his hand in a fist. His twin did the same, and they bumped knuckles. “Let’s do it.”
Pierre pushed back to his own side of the room, energized for the first time in weeks.
K.E Turner can't remember a time when she wasn't writing stories or reading books—as a teenager in class instead of doing math, in her lunch break at work, or at home when there's housework to be done. With a love of history, mystery, suspense, paranormal, and romance, she likes combining more than one element in her stories.
An award winning author, she writes spicy paranormal romances and romantic suspense, with strong but good hearted heroes, smart, sassy heroines and an often unexpected villain or two, to shake things up.
A Western Australian based author, she lives with her husband, two dogs, two cats and a menagerie of farm animals on their property in the southern region of the state. A hopeless romantic, she enjoys beach sunsets, sitting by the wood fire with a good book, a nice shiraz and good food.
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