Pros & Cons Series by A.E. Wasp

FIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION. One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels. There’s nothing like being blackmailed by a dead man to really bring a group of cons together. And what a group we are: a hacker, a thief, a con artist, a thug, and a Federal agent with an axe to grind. The deal is simple, we do the jobs and Charlie’s lawyer wipes the slate clean for each of us, one at a time. Since job number one calls for some muscle, it looks like I’m up first... moreFIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION. One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels. There’s nothing like being blackmailed by a dead man to really bring a group of cons together. And what a group we are: a hacker, a thief, a con artist, a thug, and a Federal agent with an axe to grind. The deal is simple, we do the jobs and Charlie’s lawyer wipes the slate clean for each of us, one at a time. Since job number one calls for some muscle, it looks like I’m up first. I’m Steele Alvarez, ex-Special Forces Close Protection Specialist (aka, a bodyguard for some not so nice guys). After learning what the job is — taking down a seemingly untouchable senator with a penchant for beating up young male prostitutes — I’m in. No questions. A bullet ought to do the trick. Then I met Senator Harlan’s latest victim: Breck Pfeiffer, the gorgeous hooker with a heart of gold and the soul of a fighter. One look at him and I’m gone. That kid laid me out harder than any punch ever did. I’ll do anything to protect Breck, even kill for him. But Breck doesn’t want the senator dead, he wants vengeance. If we’re going to find a way bring down the slimebag and get the blackest mark on my record erased, I’m going to need all the help I can get. Like it or not, we’re all in this together. less

FIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION. One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels. There’s nothing like being blackmailed by a dead man to really bring a group of cons together. The deal is simple, we do the jobs and Charlie’s lawyer wipes the slate clean for each of us, one at a time. Job number two lands right in my lap. I’m Bond. Wesley Bond. (I can’t resist saying it that way. Blame my dad, if you can find him.) You could call me a hacker... moreFIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION. One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels. There’s nothing like being blackmailed by a dead man to really bring a group of cons together. The deal is simple, we do the jobs and Charlie’s lawyer wipes the slate clean for each of us, one at a time. Job number two lands right in my lap. I’m Bond. Wesley Bond. (I can’t resist saying it that way. Blame my dad, if you can find him.) You could call me a hacker. I redistribute wealth - moving it from rich slimebags to poorer but infinitely more deserving people - and make a tidy profit as I do.  My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to bring down some modern-day slave traders. I definitely choose to accept it. With the life of the one person in this world I love on the line, I can’t afford any screw ups or distractions. Unfortunately, my biggest distraction is my biggest asset - Danny Monroe. Danny is an leftover complication from our first job; a victim of the vicious senator we’d gotten locked up. He’s a smart, funny, gorgeous, ex-prostitute, who can’t seem to keep his clothes on. I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut around him. But I need a fake boyfriend, and Danny is the only option. Fooling the world into thinking we’re in love will be easy; fooling myself that I’m not might be impossible. We don’t know who the bad guy is, we have no idea how to prove anything. There’s no internet on the island, no cell service, and i’ll have only the bare bones of my gear. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to need all the help I can get. Like it or not, we’re all in this together. less

FIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION.  One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels. Two jobs down, three to go, and job #3 is mine. My name is Ridge Pfeiffer, I’m a dirt poor jewel thief from the wrong side of the tracks, and I don't play well with others.Theoretically, the deal works like this. I do the job Charlie planned for me and Miranda erases my past, makes my biggest problems go away... moreFIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION.  One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels. Two jobs down, three to go, and job #3 is mine. My name is Ridge Pfeiffer, I’m a dirt poor jewel thief from the wrong side of the tracks, and I don't play well with others.Theoretically, the deal works like this. I do the job Charlie planned for me and Miranda erases my past, makes my biggest problems go away. Too bad my biggest problem is the one thing I don’t want to go away: Diplomatic Security Agent Davis Ethan.When Davis caught me breaking into a safe during job #2, I should have ended up in jail. instead, I ended up in his bed. Rich, gorgeous, and privileged, the only thing we have in common is a love of beautiful lingerie and beautiful men. He’s everything I hate, everything I want, and he could destroy me with a word. There are a hundred red flags surrounding this job, I should walk away and take my chances, but I’m going to do it anyway. Anything to buy me one more night with Davis. One more job, one more night, and then I’ll leave for good. less

FIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION.One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels.Ready or not, it’s time for job #4, and this time, it’s personal.My name is Carson Grieves. I’m a con artist with a trunk full of disguises and more layers than an onion. Anything I’ve ever told you about my life was probably a lie.Fifteen years ago, my world crumbled. Charlie Bingham saved my life, and now from beyond the grave the bastard is making me do the one thing I swore I would never do.Go home... moreFIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION.One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels.Ready or not, it’s time for job #4, and this time, it’s personal.My name is Carson Grieves. I’m a con artist with a trunk full of disguises and more layers than an onion. Anything I’ve ever told you about my life was probably a lie.Fifteen years ago, my world crumbled. Charlie Bingham saved my life, and now from beyond the grave the bastard is making me do the one thing I swore I would never do.Go home.To do the job, I’m going to have to exhume the corpses of my past betrayals to take down a corrupt businessman and make peace with the only boy I ever loved. The boy whose life I ruined. But the boy is a man now and though he’s blind he still sees the real me like no one ever has.Maybe Charlie is right and I can have a second chance at love. But even if we do find forgiveness for mistakes we both made in the past, will he ever forgive me for the worse betrayal to come? less

FIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION.One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels.

Christmas time and the gang is celebrating leaving the threats and dangers behind them with a week long house party in the country. It’s the perfect opportunity for a murder. My name is Charlie Binghman. Well, it was back when I was a conman. Now I’m done. Finished. Out of the business. A vigilante grifter no more. Charlie Bingham is dead for real this time. All I want to do is spend the rest of my life in peace and quiet with the man I love. (Stop laughing, Shook. No one asked for your opinion... moreChristmas time and the gang is celebrating leaving the threats and dangers behind them with a week long house party in the country. It’s the perfect opportunity for a murder. My name is Charlie Binghman. Well, it was back when I was a conman. Now I’m done. Finished. Out of the business. A vigilante grifter no more. Charlie Bingham is dead for real this time. All I want to do is spend the rest of my life in peace and quiet with the man I love. (Stop laughing, Shook. No one asked for your opinion.) So, why not celebrate our survival and happiness with a big holiday party? Let’s have a house party over Christmas week, I said. We can invite friends and family. It will be fun. Of course, it’s chaos from the moment our first guests arrive. Things go downhill quickly from there. And that’s before a stranger shows up full of questions and Breck finds a dead body on the grounds. Now I have a house full of wanted criminals, a dogged journalist who won’t take ‘no comment’ for an answer, and a corpse in the old root cellar. If I want to keep all of us out of jail, I’ve got to keep the journalist occupied, keep the guest amused, and keep my grandmother in the dark until I figure out who the dead guy was, who would want him dead, and who murdered him right under our noses. No problem. Good thing I have my team with me. We should be able to figure this out in no time. Right? less