Their relationship was doomed from the start. Too bad nobody told their hearts.
Blake Donovan, only a hot as hell one-night stand sent to heal my broken heart. I wish.
Because now, months later, I wouldn’t still be thinking about him and the unbelievable way he made me feel.
We met one night at a bar when I was trying to numb the pain from a breakup; he promised a steamy night of fun to forget my hurt. It was an offer too good to refuse. So I gave him a fake name and disappeared before the sun came up.
My plan was fool proof… I could get on with my life and pretend everything I felt for him instantly was just the alcohol. Until we run into each other six months later and the spark was impossible to ignore.
And now he knows my name and where I work. Suddenly he is everywhere I am. There is no avoiding him; he is persistent and makes his intentions crystal clear. But I’m a strong independent woman, I don’t need a man. So why do I crave him so badly?
Nothing to do with the fact that the man is pure perfection, sexy as sin, with a body made for pleasure. But it’s the way he looks at me, the kindness in his eyes, the tone of his voice when he talks that persuades me to take him up on his offer of a friends with benefits kind of deal. Have a bit of fun, walk away when we’re done, nobody gets hurt. Easy. Right?
I was so wrong!
And now my instincts tell me he has secrets, a darker side he is hiding. I should run because guys like him can only mean one thing… trouble, and that’s the last thing my fragile heart needs, but… I… can’t. I’m in too deep.
My racing heart has me wondering: will Blake turn out to be a disaster that might cost me my life or eventually the man who is supposed to be mine?