I fought hard to escape a life of danger and despair for my daughter and me.
We are fiercely independent and completely self-sufficient.
Of course, having the hottest steamy night of my life with the sexy bad boy next door is something I want more of.
However, he’s a player, and his reputation is all about keeping it casual.
I’m not into that and I’m sure I’d be better off without him until my worst nightmare happens and I have nowhere else to turn.
Now I need him like I’ve never needed anyone before, but can he help me?
Disclaimer: This story has elements of domestic abuse. They are not detailed or graphic. Instead, they are overshadowed by themes of inner strength, hope, love, and courage.