What if the love of your life came back from the dead... after you've moved on?
I buried Ryan Mitchell twice—once when he chose the Army over me, and again when they said he died a hero.
Three years. I spent three years raising our son alone, never telling anyone who his real father was. I found safety in David's arms, built a stable life, and I'm carrying his child.
Then Ryan walks through my door. Alive. Scarred. Furious.
One look at our son's green eyes and he knows everything. Every lie. Every secret. Every night I spent crying for him while my body grew round with his baby.
Now he wants his family back. His woman. His son.
The problem? My body still burns for him. Every touch proves David was just a bandage over a wound that never healed. Every kiss reminds me that safe love will never compare to dangerous passion.
But I'm eight months pregnant with another man's child, and Ryan's looking at me like I'm still his...
Four years of hell. Eighteen months in an enemy cell. Torture that broke my body but not my spirit.
Know what kept me alive? Kesi. The dream of coming home to her.
Instead, I come home to find her with him. Playing house with some accountant who's been raising my son. A son I never knew existed. And she's pregnant with this bastard's baby.
I should walk away. I'm damaged goods—PTSD, nightmares, scars that'll never fade. My fiancée saved my life, deserves better than a man who moans another woman's name in his sleep.
But one taste of Kesi and I'm gone. She's in my blood, my bones, my damaged soul. Her body still responds to mine like it was made for me. Every secret encounter proves she's still mine, even carrying another man's child.
I've survived hell twice. Now I'll fight heaven and earth to claim my family—even if it means sharing.
This book was goid and completely complicated... It had a lit going on and she got pregnant but her current man and all that then they came together and made it alk work