Jess: Meet Mark Donovan. Ex-Army sniper. CEO of a multi-billion dollar global empire. Chiseled to the nth degree. And a man I want nothing to do with.
I know the type. Dangerous. Sexy. A bad-boy who fills out a Tom Ford suit or pair of Calvin's in equally drool-worthy ways. At his core, the worst kind of heartbreaker. The kind who doesn't even know he did it.
Mark: Eight years ago I nearly died. And it wasn't that I didn't remember her. I didn't recognize her. There's a difference.
She was a kid. And I was a soldier . . . Two seconds from deploying with her brother for our third, and final, tour. One I wasn't sure I'd be coming back from. She thinks I don't remember. That kiss was beautiful. Innocent. It kept me alive when I thought it might be my last. How could I ever forget?
I came back broken. Heartless. Ruthless. I grew rich beyond my wildest dreams by burying the best parts of myself. Who I was. What I'd been through. Killing away all the pieces of me that mattered . . . everything except that kiss.
So, shove me off all you want, country girl. Because you've just landed in my sights, and you're about to be mine.
