She walked into my pub.
Invaded my island paradise.
Invaded my fantasies.
I had to have her.
I moved to St. Martin after I retired from the Navy SEALS.
It was paradise at a slower pace, perfect for avoiding my demons, trying to forget the PTSD that came with those covert missions.
Brandi is a pretty blond tourist with sad eyes.
When I walk her back to her hotel one night, our passion ignites.
Blazing kisses lead to more.
This fling is a bad idea.
Sexiest bad idea I ever had.
A one-night stand turns into more. Feelings I can’t control.
Desire I can’t fight.
I can’t give her what she deserves. I have to let her go.
Make sure she never looks back, never wants to see me again.
It’s for her own good.
Too bad I figure out too late that I can’t live without her in my bed and in my life.
I have to find her.
Beg her to take me back.
Then I’ll make her beg and scream my name again.
It seemed like a good plan, till I laid eyes on her.
And discovered I’m not the only one who was keeping a secret.