I don't do small talk. I don't do barbecues. I walk the boardwalk at two a.m. because walking is the only thing that keeps the darkness in me quiet.
Then I hear glass shatter inside her bakery.
I find her standing in the wreckage — flour on her skin, terror in her eyes, a note crushed in her fist from a man who swears she can't hide forever.
I don't ask the right questions. I just sit down in her only unbroken chair and stay until morning.
She bakes me things she can't afford to give away. She trusts me with the thing she's never trusted anyone with. And somewhere between her ovens and my ten-mile runs, the dead part of me starts to wake up.
The man hunting her carries a badge and no fear.
He's never met someone like me.
But can a woman who's only ever known cages feel safe in the arms of a dangerous man?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Then I hear glass shatter inside her bakery.
I find her standing in the wreckage — flour on her skin, terror in her eyes, a note crushed in her fist from a man who swears she can't hide forever.
I don't ask the right questions. I just sit down in her only unbroken chair and stay until morning.
She bakes me things she can't afford to give away. She trusts me with the thing she's never trusted anyone with. And somewhere between her ovens and my ten-mile runs, the dead part of me starts to wake up.
The man hunting her carries a badge and no fear.
He's never met someone like me.
But can a woman who's only ever known cages feel safe in the arms of a dangerous man?
Genre: Romantic Suspense