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290 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 26, 2021
They were made for each other—there was no other man in the world who could ever fit her so well. She was wild and unconventional, and he was contrary and uncommon. If there was ever a match made in the stars—a star-crossed bond between two lonely, kindred souls—this was it. She wouldn’t trade the chance of a lifetime of happiness for anything.
Not when she’d finally found the one worth staying for…her sinfully handsome, deeply infuriating, and extremely kissable island duke.
“Do you know you’re the only man who has ever accepted me for who I am? Everyone else always wanted to change me in some way. Mama, Rhystan, Lady Holding, everyone but you.”
“They’re fools. You’re perfect as you are.”
She stared at him, love brimming and overflowing in her heart. “You’re perfect, too, you know.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
Ravenna grinned. “Are we quarreling, Your Grace?”
“No, no. I surrender,” he said with a mock sigh of defeat, dragging her toward him for a kiss. “Fine, suffice it to say that we’re perfect for each other, jagged edges and all.”
Kissing Ravenna was like diving from the highest of cliffs and soaring for an eternity before plunging into the balmy depths of a tropical ocean. All-consuming, intense, and shattering.
She rarely cried. But this man...her husband...he could eviscerate her with a few well-chosen words. Shatter her with a look from those hard, emotionless eyes. Break her unconscionably. Because there was no way she was going to survive this. Or survive him.

“Ravenna.”
“Yes?” she said, breathless.
“I will always value your opinion.”
On that shockingly solemn pronouncement, he hauled her gracefully upright amid deafening cheers, and Ravenna let out a shuddering breath.
“People are staring,” she murmured.
He lifted her gloved hand to his lips. “Let them.”
“Save us both the trouble and tell me what it is you want from me, Your Grace.”
Your body. Your consent. Your surrender. But none of those things were his to demand. Courtland blew out a breath.
“What do you do to me?” he bit out, breaking from her.
“The same you do to me.” Her fingers threaded through his wet hair, those singular eyes on his, molten and wanting. She tugged, a devious smile on her lips. “Kiss me again, Duke.”
“You are neither misfortune nor ruin, Courtland Chase. You’re the star… the light that brightens everything it touches. It’s time you saw that.”