There was only one woman who had the potential to liberate me, but I’d sooner subject myself to extreme hardship than seek assistance from Sloane Walton.
Lucian Rollins is a determined, revenge-driven tycoon with a lean and relentless disposition. He’s on a mission to obliterate his father’s tarnished legacy from the family name, and every waking moment is dedicated to pulling strings and constructing an unassailable empire. The more wealth and influence he accumulates, the safer he feels from external threats.
However, there’s one exception to his sense of security—the spirited small-town librarian who occupies his thoughts day and night.
Sloane Walton is a tenacious individual, resolute in continuing her father’s pursuit of justice. She intends to uncover precisely what the man she despises did to or for her family. Bound by a long-buried, dark secret from the past and their newfound mutual antipathy, Sloane places her trust in Lucian about as far as she can physically throw him in his designer suit.
When their squabbling inadvertently transforms into passionate encounters, they find themselves not entirely remorseful about their steamy one-night stand. Once those flames are ignited, they seem impossible to extinguish. However, with Sloane’s aspirations of starting a family and Lucian staunchly opposed to the idea of marriage and children, these former adversaries reach an impasse.
Lucian firmly believes that broken men bring ruin to women, a conviction shaped by his own experiences and observations. He’s unwilling to take any chances with Sloane and would prefer a solitary existence to putting her in jeopardy. Nevertheless, he learns the hard way that his absence leaves her vulnerable to other threats.
This marks the second time he’s ruthlessly cut her out of his life, and there’s no way she’s going to grant him a third opportunity. He’ll need to find a way to make amends for himself.
