I came to Cala Sirena with a borrowed name and nothing else — one text from a stranger, a ferry ticket, and a fear I couldn't outrun.
He was supposed to be the wall between me and the man hunting me. Nothing more. That was the deal.
But walls aren't supposed to make you coffee every morning. They aren't supposed to notice when you haven't eaten, or sit close enough on quiet nights that the fear finally goes still.
Steel was never supposed to feel anything for the woman he was guarding.
I was never supposed to trust the first man who didn't ask anything of me.
Somewhere between the danger and the coastline, between his silence and his hands, we stopped pretending this was only about keeping me alive.
Now the past is closing in — and the only thing more dangerous than losing him is finally letting myself want to stay.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
He was supposed to be the wall between me and the man hunting me. Nothing more. That was the deal.
But walls aren't supposed to make you coffee every morning. They aren't supposed to notice when you haven't eaten, or sit close enough on quiet nights that the fear finally goes still.
Steel was never supposed to feel anything for the woman he was guarding.
I was never supposed to trust the first man who didn't ask anything of me.
Somewhere between the danger and the coastline, between his silence and his hands, we stopped pretending this was only about keeping me alive.
Now the past is closing in — and the only thing more dangerous than losing him is finally letting myself want to stay.
Genre: Romantic Suspense