He shattered my defenses and I was fragile to begin with… The first time I saw Adam Black, I was between the arms of a criminal, a gun to my throat and even then, I knew I was staring at the most dangerous man in the room. Maybe it was his confident, cerulean eyes, or the sex appeal radiating from his pores like heat waves on a scorching day, but by proximity alone he made my vision blur and my heart stammer. The day I was nearly killed in a bank hold-up, I began to live—because of him. Now, I’m praying for the first time in years, hoping the scars of my past, the secrets I keep, don’t interfere with my future…

We’re flawed. Both full of scars and tormented by the shadows of our past. But in each other’s arms we find solace, we find perfection. Adam Black. Gorgeous, demanding, a sinful dream that once was my reality. I was his… until I walked away. For months I’ve managed to curb my Adam addiction. I’ve focused my energy on my painting career. I’ve found success. Still there is a dangerous urge within me I can’t resist, one that tempts me to be reckless. My life isn’t complete. Something is missing… he’s missing. I left him, but fate again has made us collide. And this time I won’t turn away—I won’t be the only one revealing the scars of my past. I was his… am his… and this time he’ll be completely mine.