today?Trish Hogan’s life was destroyed when she gave her trust to her high school
boyfriend, Jackson, and he abused it, changing the course of her life forever.
A decade later she’s living in Manhattan — she has a roommate, a steady
boyfriend and a career. When a hurricane puts the city on lock down, Trish gets
a message she never thought she’d receive: Jackson is dying and alone. In a
city of millions, she is the only person who can sit by his side.
Jackson Davis was once the golden child of a senator who went against his
father’s plans and became a musician. Tatted up and broken, he wakes up in a
hospital only to see Trish — the one person he needs to atone his sins to —
standing before him. He will recover from his injuries, but not from the pain
he caused in the past.
Trapped by the storm, they embark on a night of reckoning that has one running
away to Hawaii and the other following in her steps. As the victim becomes the
villain, the two are forced to face the past, live in the present and find a
way to navigate into the future.
with you.”
the room—the fourteen-hundred-square-foot Pele suite with two king-size master
bedrooms, a living room, lanai looking out to the Pacific Ocean, and—
away. “No, no, no, no, no.”
last. “Eight days and seven nights of personal concierge service.”
your every need is met,” he recites the words from the hotel’s website.
you think this service includes, but it’s not—” My back hits the wall.
my head, his body pinning me in.
the dragon peeks over the top of his collar. His strong legs encase me. The
well-defined upper half of a man who clearly treats his body like a piece of
art paired with the intoxicating smell of warm honey radiating off his skin
trap me. I’m consumed by the power of this man, yet not one single part of his
body is touching me. Not one tiny inch.
still ones I dream about. I dare myself not to, but I find myself glancing
further up, and my heart stops at the look he’s giving me—the heated one of a
man who is fixated on the one thing he wants. The determined yet yearning gaze
of someone who has been deprived for years. The look of someone who is staring
at what he needs.
right down to the simmering of my core, I’m reacting to having this hard,
powerful body so close. It’s so intense, so direly missed—and so very, very
dangerous.
whisper into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, “There once was a time
when you looked at me like I was your savior. Now, your eyes scream in disgust.
Where you once melted, now, you flinch. I did that to you, and it kills me.”
room with his chest heaving. I was so concerned about my physical reaction, I
didn’t even notice he had one of his own.
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