Recovering Ivy

We met in a bar.

The sex was phenomenal.

Then I walked away.

That’s where our story should’ve ended.

But he found me. Now he knows my real name, my secrets, and all the details of my sordid past.

I’m out for revenge and no one will stop me; not even the pragmatic Zane Lewis. If he thinks he can silence me with the promise of more mind-bending sex, he’s wrong.

Ivy Matthews is the most frustrating female I’ve ever known. I’ve broken terrorists faster than I can pull information from her sweet lips.

The only time she’s pliant is when she’s under me, or when my mouth is exploring her sexy curves, and then the most exquisite filthy words and breathy moans fill my ears.

If she thinks she can walk away from me, she’s wrong.

I’ve found the one–my perfect match–my equal.

Come hell or high-water Ivy is mine.