The dark skinned, gray-eyed stranger I’d met in Paris was supposed to be a means to an end. A sexy, one night stand to banish what was left of the old me from existence.
I never thought I would meet someone who, in one short night, could bring all my carefully constructed walls crashing down around me so effortlessly. I didn’t count on the whirlwind that was Nicholas Reed.
Nicholas was sexy, charismatic, and thrived on taking chances. He was everything I used to be, everything I could have been … and everything I avoided at all costs.
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.