When Livinia Jacobs grudgingly ran from the love of her life with his child in her womb and into the arms of another man, she never thought she’d see Dean Stone again.
Eleven years later, she finds herself widowed in a picturesque little coastal town of Queensland, and her past has come back to haunt her.
Livinia was completely aware of her lack of control in Dean’s presence. Heck, that was half the attraction in the first place, but her secret kept her feet firmly on the ground and her heart guarded from the once youthful dream of a future with him.
Dean forgot the most important thing of all about Livinia—she was his addiction. Ten minutes with her and he was craving her touch again, wanting to hold her, to feel her soft naked skin against his, to kiss those supple, pink lips. Hell, he wanted her period.
Can he forgive her and prove to her he’s no longer the scared boy he once was, but now the man she needed him to be—a man she could trust with her heart, no matter the sacrifice?
She tried to say his name. The words were there—Dean Stone. Only her throat restricted the sound.
“I knew it was you,” he said.
She wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a hint of triumph or possibly accusation in his tone.
“It’s been a long time, Livinia.”
“Dean.” It came out in a whisper and more like a question than a statement. After all this time, why is he here?
There was something tugging at her mind, something important she knew she should be more worried about than anything else, but her mind wouldn’t cooperate.
Before she could decipher what was so important, Dean’s voice invaded the fog.
“Is that all you have to say to me?”
The dark, challenging look in his eyes made the blood simmer within her veins. Even in the dim light of the station’s security lights, she found herself glued to his vivid brown eyes.
Once upon a time, she would have bathed in their brilliant depths with love and passion, lured like a deer to headlights.
Now, sadly and dangerously, was no different.