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461 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 22, 2025
“I want to know the stories behind the scars. I want to know who’s touched him before, who’s been allowed to see this unguarded, vulnerable version of him. I want to know if anyone else has ever made him tremble the way he’s trembling now, his control fracturing beneath my hands as I trace the line where soft hair disappears beneath his waistband, feeling the way his stomach muscles contract under my fingertips.”
"I don’t know why I want this man to see me as more than just a playboy prince. I don’t understand why his particular judgment cuts deeper than any tabloid headline, why I find myself performing for an audience of one who refuses to applaud."
"Why it feels like losing something precious I never realized I wanted until it was already gone."
"His proximity is both torture and oxygen."
“What the hell is stopping me from taking her home and showing her a great time?” he finally continues.
Before I can think better of it, I close the distance between us until we’re nearly touching.
“Because you’ll be thinking about me the whole time,” I growl in his ear. “And that’s not fair on anyone.”
"I’m so fucking in love with this man. The realization hits like a punch to my guts, stealing what little breath the gag allows. I’ve suspected I was falling for him, but I had no idea that I’d already hit the ground, and there’s no getting back up from this. There’s no extraction plan that would ever work to remove me from the spell this man has cast over me."
"“The protector,” Nicholas murmurs, almost to himself. “Always putting yourself between danger and everyone else.” “Someone has to.” He turns to face me properly, tucking one leg under himself. It’s such a casual gesture, like we’re having a normal conversation rather than fleeing for our lives.
“But what about you? Who protects the protector?”
I keep my eyes on the road. “That’s not how it works.”
“Maybe it should be,” he says softly, and there’s something in his voice that makes my chest tighten."
“This is inappropriate.” “Undoubtedly,” I agree cheerfully. “Most enjoyable things are.”
Someone evidently wants me dead. And one of the men tasked with keeping me alive is becoming increasingly distracting for all the wrong reasons. What a bloody mess.
There’s nothing between us right now. No titles, no duty, no walls. We’re just Eoin and Nicholas. Nothing more, nothing less.
“You realize this complicates everything?” “Darling,” I murmur back, “when has anything between us been uncomplicated?”

