Deke had a reputation: big, tough, and bold as brass. Women came to him, he didn't have to hunt down the action. And it was a good thing, with a nephew at home depending on him, a tattoo business that fed his soul, and a real estate business that made him filthy rich, he didn't have much down time. He loved what he did and called his own shots. Life was good. Damn good. Until the girl of his dreams walked back into his life and reminded him... it could get so much better.

Harper had been used, abused and tattooed. Literally. Her first love, Deke, dumped her. Her ex-fiancée cheated on her, and she'd been reduced to sharing a shoebox apartment with her bestie. Not that she was complaining. A shoebox beat a park bench any day. But she needed a job. Money. Hell, she needed a new life. What she didn't need was her ex-boyfriend to ride in on his white horse, make that Harley, with the answers to her prayers. But it was hard to kick a gift horse in the teeth, especially when he was ripped, inked, and rich. Oh, and claiming to be in love with her...