Twenty years ago, Dante Serrano walked out before his wedding to Olivia Miller. Now Olivia is a renowned crime scene investigator and Dante's son is in jail for a murder he didn't commit. To put her ex-lover in the past where he belongs, Liv needs to find the real killer and fast. Being around Dante is waking long buried desires and Dante wants the plus-size beauty back—in his arms and his bed. But if he tells Liv the truth of why he walked out, he just might lose his son. ********** This 42,000+ Wicked Suspense title features a renewed and erotic love story rolled into a race to save an innocent young man. Long on story, erotic romance readers will find plenty to satisfy their brains and senses. (A shorter, PG version was previously released under a different title and the pen name of Ula James. Now hotter and thicker than ever before!) ********** Trying to keep the growl out of my voice, I pointed at the card on the floor. “Craig’s an experienced investigator, former Masonville homicide detective. Pretty famous in town and he would be working the case anyway if I had said yes. So just take the damn card and go.” For a second, he didn't move, just stared at me as if I was a complete stranger. Then he stood. I foolishly thought he would relent, that he was standing to leave. Instead, he started to come around my desk. I pushed my chair back, trying to escape his resolute approach. “He’s good, Dante.” “I don’t want good, Olivia. I want the best. That's you—always has been you.” The purr was back in his voice, full throated and rumbling. I shook my head. I knew that look in his eyes. It frightened and excited me in a way I no longer thought possible. "Don't come any closer," I pleaded. His hand came down on the back of my chair to keep me from scooting further away. The other hand took possession of the arm rest so I couldn't slide out. He bent until his mouth was next to my ear, his breath falling warm against my skin. "Anything you want, Liv. If it's in my power, it's yours. Every last dollar, every piece of property." I shook my head. He had nothing to offer. Once he had been everything I wanted, but I could never be that stupid, trusting girl again. Neither could he give me back all the intervening years or the lovers I might have been happy with if they had only come before him. "Liv—" Feeling the brush of his lips against my ear, I shook my head again, more violently. "I don't want your money, Serrano. And no matter what Diamond finds, you'll need every last dollar for the attorney to make the evidence matter in court." He stopped arguing—with words at least. His hand skimmed up my arm until his fingertips landed softly against my collar bone. He was betting on all my little pleasure points being the same. I closed my eyes and prayed they weren't. "I said anything, Liv."