Tall, Dark, and Dangerous

I'm Muse Harper. I'm a twenty-something painter who loves red wine, quirky movies, and men with a fatal flaw. But that was before I met Jasper King. He became my fatal flaw. Eight months ago, I had a choice to make-abandon everything I've ever known to protect my family, or stay and risk someone getting hurt. I chose the former. My plan was working just fine until I found out my father had gone missing. That's when I met Jasper. A bounty hunter with the eyes of a tiger and the nose of a bloodhound, he was supposed to help me find my father. What I didn't know was that meeting him was no accident. Hunting people isn't all that Jasper does. And helping me was only part of his plan. I just wish I'd found out sooner, before my heart got involved. But even then, I don't know if I'd have done things differently. Now, I have another choice to make-trust the man that I'm falling in love with and hope that he'll do the right thing, or run as far away from him as I can get.

There was a time when I had everything - a wonderful family, a bright future, and love. But all that was taken away in a single night, torn from me like flesh from bone. Since then, I've hidden away in my second-choice job as a makeup artist. But I prefer it that way, actually. I'm comfortable in the shadows, where no one can see my scars. Kiefer Rogan literally took my breath away the moment I met him. MMA champion turned actor, notorious playboy, charming to a fault - he's everything I vowed to avoid. But he just wouldn't stop until I opened up and let him in. Maybe I should've tried harder to resist him. Maybe I shouldn't have fallen in love with him. Because I, of all people, know that everyone has secrets. Scars. And that they're usually ugly and painful and destructive to the people we love most. I just never guessed that they could be deadly, too. Contains mature themes.

He was the most charismatic man I'd ever met. Strong, tough, brave. Bold as hell. Something told me that Tag Barton could have anything-anyone-he wanted . . . and he wanted me. It didn't matter that he was wrong for me in practically every way possible. It didn't matter that my father would hate it. I couldn't resist him, even if I'd known who he really was and what he was really capable of. When he suggested that we pretend to be engaged, I thought that he was the answer to all my problems. He wasn't. And, in his wake, he left nothing but scorched earth and me, just another casualty of my father's war. Can I believe him now when he tells me he loves me? Or is he nothing more than a beautiful, breathtaking lie?Contains mature themes.