A devil in a Brioni suit. My unforgettable one-night stand. And a notorious member of the Omertà empire. I learned that last piece of information a bit too late. I never expected to see him again after our encounter so long ago. But it turns out that destiny had other plans and gave me the whole of him for several incredible hours. Then I bolted again—for the second time in my life. He was Manuel Marchetti. Off-limits. Forbidden. Dangerous. So then why was I unable to forget him? My body and soul came alive only for him. I hoped I’d never see him again, but it wasn’t meant to be. Everywhere I went, the man was there—stealing kisses, making promises, and painting streets red. He seemed to delight in pushing my buttons and demanding more. Much to my dismay, it seemed I was unable to resist him. Then, a chance encounter required his protection. He swept me away to his remote Italian castle and I could feel my resolve cracking under his burning gaze and searing touch. The harder I tried to resist, the faster my body caved. With each passing day, I was starting to realize that by the end of it all, I’d be the one succumbing. Either by the secrets surrounding my life or under his consuming touch.