No strings attached fun with the uber-gorgeous single dad next door? Yes, please. Look at him. Who would say no to Ryan Donovan with his perfect body, perfect everything, and those piercing green eyes? Not me. So, when he came to me with the idea, I said a big, fat yes. Our attraction was the kind of insane you see in the movies. I was only going to be in town for eight months for my work assignment, which meant no strings attached fun would be easy, and we would say goodbye at the end. I would go back to L.A., and he would stay here. No problem, no drama, no stress. It felt easy as I played the game and went through the motions. It felt easy because I had a line I always drew under relationships. A line I never crossed. But... then he unlocked something inside me. Something I hid away from the world. No strings attached fun... what could possibly go wrong? I thought nothing. Then everything became a complicated, sexy mess that turned my heart inside out.

The residue of my sins and secrets arise demanding repayment. And they might destroy us all over again. There’s a lot to know about me. I could start with my sins or my secrets. But they are one and the same: I’m a liar. Ten years ago, I left Logan. My lies destroyed us. But... what he didn’t know was I lied because I had to. It was the only way to protect him from my father’s cruel hand. That last goodbye was supposed to be forever. I left town and never expected to see him again. Then Aunt Lily died, and I returned home. Not knowing her will would open Pandora’s box. Her will threw me right back in Logan’s path, and back in his bed. But he’s not the boy I left behind. He’s the irresistible, tempting ex-marine women put on their wish list. And our attraction is incinerating. All consuming. Undeniable. And, unlike the past, there’s no one standing in our way. There’s nothing to stop us. Except me.

How did I end up marrying my high school bully? I first met Ethan Carson when I was ten. One look and I knew he was trouble. He could charm you with his striking blue eyes, his killer smile, and a face that was made for Hollywood. But look closer and you’ll see the devil incarnate who was always a breath away from juvie. To say we were mortal enemies growing up is an understatement. I avoided him then, and I continue to do so now, even though he’s a cop—who would have thought? My avoidance tactics worked until the day I needed him. I took one tiny trip to Vegas, where we ended up drinking far too much. Big mistake-as in the mother of all mistakes. We woke up the next morning in bed! And neither of us can remember what happened. But wait, it gets worse. So much worse. That’s not the only thing we did. The come-to-Jesus moment hits when I see the wedding ring on my finger. We got married! I married the devil. Of course, I want this craziness fixed—ended—returned to the world where I’m not his Mrs. But he wants us to stay together because he has other ideas. When he makes me an offer I can’t refuse, I might be desperate enough to accept. I just hope I don’t lose more than I bargained for in this outlandish scheme. Like my heart.