'Come up to my room with me . . . ' The invitation came in a deep, husky voice as I was sobbing into my floral arrangement and consuming all the alcohol during the lowest night of my life. I should have said 'no'. It was wrong to accept the handsome soldier's offer. But I was hurting. I wanted those rough hands and those soft lips and that sculpted body on me.



I was never supposed to see him again. But two years later, he's here—in Copper Heights—just as tall, rugged, and charming as the night we met. Meanwhile, I've got green pea puree in my hair, dark circles around my eyes, and I can't remember the last time I changed out of these yoga pants. I'm different now. I'm a mother. Overworked, sleep deprived, and running on an empty tank. Plus, I have a business to run and I'm determined to prove that I can do it on my own. But he's a distraction. He's staring at me, his dark, compelling eyes raking my rumpled figure like I just stepped off a runway. I must be dreaming because there's no way he's attracted to me.



The charming tower of a man has his secrets and I've got mine. This is going to be a nightmare . . . so why is he watching me like I'm his dream come true?



Contains mature themes.