Six hours. Four thousand miles. And a countdown neither of them saw coming.
Kimmy Johnson built a life in Houston out of hard work and 4:30 a.m. gym sessions before the Texas heat hit. Simon built a career in Gloucestershire, England, out of finding the cracks in other people's digital defenses before criminals could. They found each other on a screen, six time zones and an ocean apart, and told themselves that was enough.
It isn't enough anymore.
When Simon's instincts flag something wrong in Kimmy's accounts, he assumes it's routine — a digital risk consultant's reflex, nothing more. He's wrong. What he's found is the outer edge of a financial syndicate quietly rerouting money through Houston, and the moment he starts pulling that thread from four thousand miles away, the syndicate starts pulling back. A firewall can keep a network safe. It can't stop a fist, a car, or a man standing in a doorway with nowhere left for Kimmy to run.
Simon can trace the money. He can build the counter-hack. What he can't do from an ocean away is protect her — not really, not when the syndicate stops being a server log and starts being a bounty with both their names on it, and a rival cartel crew decides to make the danger worse before it gets better. So he closes the distance the only way left: in person, injured, and out of his depth in a country that isn't his, racing a clock that started the second she became a target.
A slow-burn, long-distance romance forced into fast motion
A cybersecurity thriller with a countdown that never stops ticking
Two people who have to learn each other in the dark before it's too late
Six Hours to Houston is Book One in The Halbrook Files — a fast-paced, single-sitting romantic suspense about the six hours, and four thousand miles, that turn out to be nothing compared to the right reason to cross them.