Hannah Roberts is a clone, a breeding Slave designed solely for the purpose of producing healthy offspring for an ailing human race. But she longs for the forbidden—her freedom and the dangerous man she can never have. With her breeding status about to commence, Hannah escapes her captors and is on the run for her life.
Trained to be a cold-blooded killing machine, the only light in Jacob Romero’s life is a beautiful Slave whose sweet innocence brands his heart and awakens dark desires he never knew he had. Assigned to hunt her down and kill her, he’s seriously injured when he instead saves her life.
Now they are fugitives from the only world they’ve ever known and Hannah nurses the wounded Hitman she’s always wanted. Soon their attraction ignites into a fire neither can deny. But their forbidden love will face one final challenge as they prepare to escape into a harsh new life in the Free States.
Genre: FICTION / Dystopian
A Hitman for Hannah was published as Claiming Hannah with Ellora's Cave. With the closing of Ellora's Cave the title has been changed and re-released as A Hitman for Hannah.
Claiming Hannah enjoyed great sales while at Ellora's Cave.
He blinked at the softness of the ocean wind caressing his face. Listened to the waves as they roared onto the sand-rippled beach. For a moment he was lost in the natural beauty. The reason for his being here totally forgotten.
He shielded his eyes from the blazing sun as it dipped to the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sexy brown-haired woman.
Hannah Roberts.
A Copy.
Breeding Slave.
Runner.
She stood on the beach. Not more than twenty feet away from him.
It was a crime she looked so good in clothes. A bigger crime that he’d been the one sent to kill her.
Jacob grit his teeth in sudden anger. Over the years as a Hitman he never thought about not doing what he’d been trained for. Runners were killed. It was as simple as that. If one were allowed to go free, then they would all want to go free. But now, as he looked at his sweet Hannah, he couldn’t stop the aching weariness sweeping over him. A weariness that made him realize he was sick and tired of killing.
He wanted out of this nightmare job.
Unfortunately, there was no way out. Once drafted, the job was for life. He hadn’t been given a choice. Hadn’t been allowed to follow his yearnings in life.
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French
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Translated by Chloé CARDOSO
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Italian
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Translated by Alexander Powell
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Portuguese
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Translated by Nelson Santos
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Author review: Thank you for your timely translation, Nelson. Nelson communicates very well in English, and met his deadline! Thank you for your hard work, Nelson!! |
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Claudio Valerio Gaetani and Patricia Ceballos
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