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237 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 15, 2018

“Adam Nova had been gorgeous at nineteen. At twenty-nine he was the stuff dreams were made of.”
"He was the love of my life.
He was my biggest tragedy."
“Kiss me bravely. Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me under the stars.”



Looking around the beachfront. I was richer, bigger, wilder than any motherfucker on this island now. I dared them to come after me. I craved it. I was ready for the fight.
Adam Nova had been gorgeous at nineteen. At twenty-nine he was the stuff dreams were made of. And I didn’t dream anymore.
I pulled my gaze away, shaken to my core. If I thought it was going to be hard to see him, I’d been dead wrong. This was way past hard. It was impossible. I should have packed my bags and gotten the hell out of town because there was no way this was going to work. Not at all. He was going to mutilate my heart. It was almost broken with just a simple stare.
My Luna was a fucking woman. A beautiful one. And I’d missed it. It almost broke my heart all over again.
“You don’t get to come back here and boss me around and question me about things without so much as a fucking hello. Who do you think you are?”
I wanted to tell her I was the boy who loved her. The man who cared about her. That despite what my brain was telling me, my heart was all in. That I was the first and I should have been the last.
“This is a bad idea,” I panted, clutching the edge of his desk in my hands as his fingers brushed the apex of my thighs. “You’re my boss. You’re my ex-boyfriend. I’m not even sure you like me.”
“On the contrary, this is the best idea I’ve had in years.” His head dipped, and the sting of teeth right at the top of my thigh was dangerously close to where I ached. “And I’m gonna show you how much I like you.”
“I thought of you every day. I dreamed of you every night.” Those were the truest, saddest words I’d ever spoken. I didn’t realize quite how broken we were until that very moment. I wondered if I’d ever be able to piece us together again.
I should have known I’d never be able to come home and not have her. Not want her. She was in my blood. In my soul. Livingston had been my one for as long as I could remember. And now as a grown woman she was impossibly more beautiful, more honest, more everything. More her. I didn’t know how I’d survived the years without her.
“Want a tour?”
“Yes.” My eyes roved his body.
He smirked at me. “Of the house, I mean.”
I mock poked out my bottom lip like a petulant child. “Darn.”
He grabbed my hand. “Come on. Let me show you around.”
I ran my other hand down the front of his shirt. “I’d rather you show me around these abs that weren’t there ten years ago.”


