He's a grumpy bad boy with a chip on his shoulder the size of the state. He's dark, broody, sexy as hell, and he knows it.



I shouldn't want him so badly. He barely knows I'm alive.



Until nature decides to throw us a curve ball. Mother nature . . . Or fate.



Once the clothes come off and secrets are revealed . . . there's no going back. We both know we're careening toward a disaster by falling into bed again.



But one taste wasn't enough. It's more like an appetizer for a meal with an endless number of courses.



And I'm a starving woman.



Contains mature themes.