Himbo Hitman

•✦• 𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋 & 𝐞𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄! •✦•

We’re excited to share this phenomenal cover for 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 by Saxon James, created by Story Styling Cover Designs, with photo credit to Wander Aguiar Photography and featuring Griffin W.!

𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 is a steamy, idiots to lovers, forced proximity, M/M bi awakening romance standalone arriving on May 29th.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡…

~ Oblivious MC

~ Assassin x Target

~ Horoscopes-obsessed bodyguard

~ Love-at-first-shot

~ Low angst

𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘!

Amazon Universal ~ https://geni.us/HimboHitmanPL

Enjoy this entertaining and intriguing early excerpt, add 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 to your Goodreads TBR, and make sure to enter Saxon’s rafflecopter for the opportunity to read early here: https://geni.us/EYmt9y

About 𝐻𝐼𝑀𝐵𝑂 𝐻𝐼𝑇𝑀𝐴𝑁:

What do you do when you’re a hitman … who’s terrible at his job?

At first, I thought it would be an easy payday. A few pew pews for bad people, a couple of suitcases of cash for me. People have done worse for an honest living. Probably.

The problem is that after a couple jobs, I’ve never actually managed to unalive someone, and not for lack of trying. Apparently, a basic requirement of a hitman is being a good shot.

Despite my constant duck-ups–that my boss knows nothing about–I’m given another name, and I very nearly follow through. Only after obliterating this guy’s ear, and his fervent pleading to spare him, I’ve sent him into hiding and collected the cash anyway.

But wanted people are hard to hide, and bad guys don’t like paying big money for loose ends.

Now that Van Gogh has shown his face again—sans ear—I’ve scammed my way into his security team, which is sort of ideal since I’m now highly wanted as well.

Unfortunately, we have some “trust issues” to “work through” from our meet-shoot, and with the gorgeous bastard’s brother missing, he refuses to lay low until they’re reunited.

I’m not sold on the plan honestly, but this guy has me questioning my sexuality along with my career path, and I’m at the point where I’m determined to see a job through to the end.

Or die trying.

But hey, at least then I’d finally deliver a body.