Emotions make you weak, and weakness means the job is blown.

Everyone’s heard of Blair Carter. She’s the most successful senior agent at the CIA—not to mention the youngest. She’s more than slightly cold and cunning, even if she regrets half the nasty words that come out of her mouth. Yet no one knows that Blair is a thief. A liar. A double agent using the government’s intel to run heists with her crew of college-aged thieves as they con the rich and donate to the helpless.

It’s music to Blair’s ears when she’s given a job involving a priceless ring. She’s instantly dreaming about her next charity donation—and bringing her crew back from the edge of being broke—until Max Yates, an irritatingly handsome and downright rule follower, is assigned as her partner. Max threatens to blow Blair’s calculated cover as pesky feelings develop in her heart that are impossible to ignore. She’d rather die than have anyone find out that the Blair Carter is secretly as soft and sappy as an ice cream cone. But as Max makes her job a thousand times more difficult, Blair soon realizes that there’s a blurry distinction between love and hate—or maybe none at all.