Silas Hart takes exactly what he wants. Whatever he wants.
He's a burglar. Always has been, constantly will be. When we were kids, he taught me how to pick locks and pockets.
And then we grew older, and we learned to open doors to places we never ever should have gone.
8 years back, I gave that burglar whatever, and he took my heart.
However he also took a lot of loan working for some very bad people, and after that the young boy I knew vanished.
< br/ > Today we're both back in Shelter Harbor, and Silas is no young boy.
He's a guy. A hardened, cocky, requiring, very full-grown male.
< br/ > A male who takes a look at me like he wants to steal me away again. Like he wants to take me, like he wants to make me lose my mind and scream his name. Much like I utilized to.
< br/ > However I'm not that wide-eyed little lady any longer. He left nearly a years back, and I don't give a damn what Silas Hart wants.
There's simply one issue ...
Did I discuss we're still wed?
** This is a totally standalone book (approx. 65,000 words) with a HEA and NO CLIFFHANGER!