Chiseled chin and bedroom eyes.
He stole my story, the one that was supposed to land me on the front page.
Then, he stole my heart…
When it ended, I swore that we were through for good.
Now, seven years later, he’s back.
With his kisses, he robs me of every breath and thought.
With his touches, he sweeps me away to a place where I feel safe.
When he ties me up, he knows I’m his for the taking.
It’s so good, it feels like a crime.
Then again, he’s the father of my child so maybe I should let him get away with it.
I could be his to keep. To have and to hold. For better or worse.
But he’s not the only man in town who has me in their sights.
I feel threatened.
I feel like all I’ve worked so hard for could be gone.
Will he be able to protect me and my child?