AustLit

'A disagreeable spy.

'A tray of tempting baked goods.

'Trapped in his new home by a healing serious injury that could end his career, Major Kitt's more surly than usual, and his moodiness doesn't shift when his landlady drops by expecting a favour.

'Mae Valentine knows her new tenant is a tad mysterious—turns out he's also a bit of a prick. She's of half a mind to turn around with the Chelsea buns she baked, but that would be impolite.

'It's clear neither one of them suffer fools. Soon, these two professionals find surprising common ground, a service arrangement that suits them both, and changes their lives forever.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'After three years in the employ of a former British army officer turned Risk Assessment Specialist, widowed butler Mae Valentine is familiar with Major Kitt's taste for scrambled eggs, bourbon, and brawling. Kitt knows of Mae's fondness for order, her beloved dead husband, and the millions the man left her in trust. Their easy bond is tested the day Mae kills the man sent to murder her and the trust fund vanishes. 

'Soon, a volcano, a hand roasting in an oven, and a fish named Shirley accentuate sinister machinations that involve Mae and the missing money. To keep her safe from women in ugly shoes, homicidal bankers, and Mafia henchmen, Kitt risks exposing his true profession, which doesn't trouble him as much as being in love with a woman who's still in love with a dead man. If he can't protect Mae, he'll lose the best butler—and scrambled eggs—a spy ever loved.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'Reproduction wines, counterfeit handbags, forged art, and sham relationships trap Mae in a web of phonies, frauds, and liars—with Kitt the greatest liar of them all.

'Spies come back from the dead in movies and books, but this isn't film or fiction and Mae isn't sure what to believe after a spy says, 'I love you,' and everything, including her own life, is nothing but a ruse.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.