He rescues me not once, but twice. Now I just hope I can find a way to rescue him…from himself.
Looking at Cara is like feeling the sun on my face after months of winter. She’s beautiful, open, and curious – exactly what I should be staying away from.
But I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to her, to her lovely body and brilliant mind…and if I don’t stop myself, I might just drag her down with me. Down into this dreary, empty mansion, this pampered prison where I keep my darkest secrets.
My scars are more than skin deep, and more than this innocent girl could handle.
I’m just going to have to remind my treacherous body of that for the remainder of her stay…
I didn’t ask to be a damsel in distress. But here I am, locked in an awkwardly sensual embrace as a mysterious stranger tugs me bodily from a mud hole.
I’m a pretty normal American college girl, with a pretty normal sense of independence and a pretty normal amount of student debt. All I’m trying to do is get home for the holidays, but thanks to a torrential storm and a less-than-perfect back tire, I get stranded here – somewhere in Connecticut, with nobody around for miles in any direction.
Except for the rambling estate not too far away.
It’s the estate’s master whose hands are on my ribcage, whose arms are wrapped around me, whose English accent is more thrilling than reassuring. I’m unglamorously stuck in the mud, and the most handsome recluse in the world has his hands all over me but somehow remains a gentleman.
Maybe it’s because I’m a journalism major, but I certainly have some questions for him.