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Tessa:
I’m thirty-six, newly divorced, and forced back into a law career I left to raise my kids. Starting over sucks.
Because nothing ever goes simply for me, I am forced to travel on the other side of the mountains for a deposition. And of course, on my way home, my car breaks down and my phone has no service. I walk and walk, and find the only building in sight. Its dark, loud, and my only option.
I walk inside… and instantly realize I’ve stepped into a world I don’t belong in.
I try to leave, but apparently you can’t just walk in a leave after you see everything.
And at the center of it is a man who is the opposite of everything I know.
Dagger:
Nothing about my life is simple.
Nothing is what it looks like.
I’m getting older. Forty-eight. President of Hell’s Fire. My life is built on control, loyalty, and keeping outsiders at a distance.
Then Tessa walks in—classy, lost, and clearly unaware of where she’s wandered.
She sees more than she should.
But she also sees me in a way nobody else does.
And she’s wrong about the kind of man she thinks I am.
Because nothing is as it appears.
Nothing.
Tessa:
I’m thirty-six, newly divorced, and forced back into a law career I left to raise my kids. Starting over sucks.
Because nothing ever goes simply for me, I am forced to travel on the other side of the mountains for a deposition. And of course, on my way home, my car breaks down and my phone has no service. I walk and walk, and find the only building in sight. Its dark, loud, and my only option.
I walk inside… and instantly realize I’ve stepped into a world I don’t belong in.
I try to leave, but apparently you can’t just walk in a leave after you see everything.
And at the center of it is a man who is the opposite of everything I know.
Dagger:
Nothing about my life is simple.
Nothing is what it looks like.
I’m getting older. Forty-eight. President of Hell’s Fire. My life is built on control, loyalty, and keeping outsiders at a distance.
Then Tessa walks in—classy, lost, and clearly unaware of where she’s wandered.
She sees more than she should.
But she also sees me in a way nobody else does.
And she’s wrong about the kind of man she thinks I am.
Because nothing is as it appears.
Nothing.