Lucas Wilder pursued me relentlessly.

Our romance and wedding was a whirlwind.

Four months later he suddenly divorced me and married his pregnant ex-girlfriend.

It sent the tabloids into a feeding frenzy. She kept them busy by spreading vicious lies about me and the band. I refused to comment and kept a low profile.

My focus was on my music, the band, and our upcoming tour.

Months later, when my ex insisted on a meeting, I should have refused.

I shouldn't have let him into my hotel room. I shouldn't have had sex with him.

The consequences of that one act of utter stupidity was enormous.

But it was my mistake and I was going to handle it on my own.

Niko Orloff, my bodyguard, disagreed. He steamrollered his way into my life and heart.

My big Russian bear gave me everything I needed. Happiness. Love. Our boys. A home.

Until the past he escaped as a boy reared its ugly head.

When they were done with us only ashes remained.