I helped hide a criminal and now we're both on the run.

A week-long vacation was what I thought I needed after my treacherous divorce that my ex dragged on for months, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Instead of unwinding and relaxing in the sun, I was under Storm's lock and key while he held me hostage—until we had to pretend that we were a normal couple.

But when we started pretending, the feelings became all too real for me. That's when I realized he wasn't a criminal; he was just what I needed. He was what I had always secretly wanted: muscles, attitude, and a raging mass hidden beneath his zipper.

With the root of his problems staring us in the face, we're forced to test the strength of our relationship. I just hope that I can hold on to this bad boy long enough to make it to the end.