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.