Can two people running away from life, figure out how to trust each other enough to live?
"Who the hell are you?"

Meg blinked. If Bradford sent this man to find her, then he wouldn't ask her who she was, would he? Relief slowly washed over her. "I might ask you the same question."

His face registered surprise, but he continued to stare. A second later he shook his head and briefly closed his eyes. "Look, I'm tired and I'm not in the mood for questions. Just tell me who you are and why you were taking a shower in my house."

"Your house?"

"Last time I checked."

"But I've rented it until the end of May."

Megan Thomas wants to get lost—preferably in someone else's life. But can she really escape the terror of her past, to grab onto some hope of a future?
Leaving Chicago and her mob-connected husband behind, she assumes a new identity. She planned her escape to the last detail—but she didn't plan on Smyth Parker.
Smyth Parker is already lost. And he sure as hell doesn't need a complication like Megan Thomas in his life. He wants nothing from no one and expects to live out his life in solitude. But when Megan fears her husband has found her, she runs again, and no detailed plan can save her this time. When she runs blindly into Smyth's arms, he has no choice but to protect her
Be forewarned: This book contrains graphic descriptions of sex and violent situations, including murder and assault.