検索キーワード： 著者 "Natasha Tanner" すべてのカテゴリー

The only thing I need is him. It was the night before my wedding. Maybe I cursed it by visiting my fiancé. I didn't expect him to cheat on me with my best friend. That night I ended up going to the strip club. The same one I went for my bachelorette party. That guy told me to come back if it didn't work out. I laughed at the thought. Well, it came true, because it didn't. What was I to do next?

I f - ked up. I lost a year of my life and my MMA career to prison, and I earned every day of that sentence. But I did it for a woman. To protect her and our unborn child. And then I found out it was all a lie. When I got out, I vowed I'd never make the same mistake again. Until I met Mia. I told myself no distractions. No complications. I was dedicating my life to training. To fighting. So why do I find myself wanting to fight for her?

I know what it's like growing up in a house like that. I had to do some things I'm not proud of. But it was all for her. I would do anything to protect her. But then we had to go our own ways, and I ended up taking part in underground MMA fights to live while on the run from the cops. She's back in town. It's been a few years since I've seen Brooklyn. I want her so bad. I wonder if she feels the same, after all this time? I still haven't told her my deadly secret.

I've never liked the motorcycle club, but one of its members might just be the man that saves me. Lauren… I didn’t care that he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. I didn’t care that I’d wanted him since I was old enough to know what desire felt like. I was a good girl, and I’d be damned if I fell for him. He was big and rough and hard and I didn't want any of that...That was before the El Diablo Rojas kidnapped me. Now all I can hope is that Jacob finds me before they make good on their threats.

I accepted the contract even though I knew the subject of the hit. Years had passed and I no longer cared about anything - except for the money that would find its way into my bank account. The crosshairs settled on her body - a body I once knew intimately - and I felt nothing. I took up the slack on the trigger. Memories counted as nothing, as less than nothing. Three steps to the mark, two steps, one step.... And then the world turned upside down.

I've spent the last year paralyzed by grief and guilt. I need a way out, but there's nothing I can do. The man in my ICU says he's innocent. He says he needs me. He even says he's in love with me. They say he's a dangerous man. That he's mixed up with the mob. I want to believe him. But is that only because I want him?