Code: Zero

The feds call me Zero. Zero evidence. Zero electronic trail. Zero chance of catching me. Until, that is, I get cocky. It started as a bit of fun. Hacking the lead agent's home computer, playing games. A few spicy messages, some tasteful nudes ... nothing serious. Nothing that can reveal my identity. Or so I thought. Now Agent Cole Grant and his team have me by my proverbial balls, and if I don't play nice, I'm looking at twenty to life at Club Fed. My biggest problem? I kinda like the guys. They keep me safe in some dodgy situations, and it doesn't hurt that they're all hot and built like gods. Cole's an ass, but I guess there's one in every group. So why can't I stop egging him on? Oh, and there's one more tiny issue: I seem to have pissed off a notorious mob boss. I hold the key to bringing down his entire organization, so Cole whisked me off to a remote safe house. No internet. No cell signal. Zero chance of escape. But do I really want to ...?