Santos Cruz. His name means saint, but he's the devil incarnate. He’s the head of the Diablos del Sur, cartel members made of ruthless, deadly men that control the Mexican border. He's also my enemy. I never thought I'd see him again, until I wake to find him in my bed, a wedding ring on my finger and no memory of the past five years. Now, I'm bound to a man I hate, even as his kiss scorches my lips, and his touch ignites my desire. A man who once swore revenge on my family. And on me.