Aida Voltolini. Mob princess with a knife fetish.
Pregnant heir to a deadly throne.
The woman was sinful temptation wrapped in a pretty package, and hell-bent on using me to scratch her itch.
I couldn't resist her laugh. I was defenseless against those damn doe eyes.
I had no room in my life for a relationship. I meant to stay away.
But then...
She kissed me.
Tucker Slade. Country boy with a heart of gold.
A beautiful distraction with a dark secret.
The man was painfully honorable, and determined to keep our friendship platonic despite my advances.
He pushed my limits and saw past my bullshit.
I had no room in my life for a relationship. He was only meant to be a tryst.
But then...
That kiss. Oh, that kiss.