The Captive Liar's Eyes

Isabella is heir to a throne in a country she has never seen and a prisoner in a kingdom built by a cartel beast, and for twenty-five years she has survived by staying quiet, obedient, and invisible.

She needed a weapon, and they put an Irishman in her cage: Lachlan, foul-mouthed, furious, and unwilling to beg for mercy.

Lachlan can read people, but her fear, an enemy's name on her tongue, and the beautiful lie she wears pull him in anyway.

He follows her into hell and wakes blindfolded in a dungeon, wrists and ankles cuffed to a chair bolted to the floor, remembering her smirk and the warning he refused to heed.

She will lie, steal, bleed, and use him if freedom requires it, so long as the price is not her.

Held in forced proximity, the Irish mafia enforcer may be the weapon that cuts her loose, or the collateral her escape destroys.