Lauren Milton has always followed the rules, but when she meets bad boy Antony Marcos, she discovers just how much fun it is to do her own thing. Even though no one approves of her relationship with the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks, she forges forward, pledging to love him no matter what.
Antony loves Lauren with all his heart and is terrified that when she discovers his secrets, she’ll turn him away forever. When his obsession to avenge his uncle’s murder places her in danger, he must act fast to save her. When faced between choosing between his con friends and the woman he loves, who will he choose?
When Antony asks Lauren to come face to face with what caused her PTSD so he can avenge his uncle’s murder, can she face her greatest fear? Is Lauren willing to risk everything for the guy she loves? Can they overcome all the obstacles facing them to find their happily ever after?
He placed his hand in the small of my back, steering me around a puddle of saltwater, and I shivered even though the night air was warm. I closed my eyes. I must be dreaming. I couldn't possibly be walking down the beach with Antony Marcos.
I didn't want the moment to end, the night to end. Something deep inside of him communicated with something deep inside of me, leaving me with a feeling of safety and love that I hadn't felt in a long time. I savored the moment, taking in the moon, the stars, and the cool feel of the wet sand beneath my feet.
A woman in a dark sweat suit jogged by, her German shepherd close at her side. A toddler squealed in delight somewhere close by, but as far as I was concerned, we were the only two people in the universe.
I turned my attention back to the hunk beside me. I loved everything about Antony. I was falling fast and terrified of the damage he could do to my heart.
He paused and looked out over the water. "I love it here. I'm just so at peace near the ocean."
He pulled me into his arms, and a shiver of delight surged through me. Our eyes locked, and I wondered if he'd read my mind and somehow knew I'd give everything I owned for just one kiss. He paused as if uncertain.
I was lost in the moment. I wasn't sure how to encourage him to kiss me without seeming easy. He didn't move, merely stood there, his body rigid against mine.
When he finally moved, it wasn't as I'd planned. Antony's lips kissed my forehead and my cheeks, still denying me what I longed for, which was a kiss passionate enough to take my breath away.
I threw caution to the wind. Reaching up, I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his head down. Once our lips met, Antony quickly took the lead. I melted into him, our heartbeats blending as his lips whispered across mine in a dance as old as eternity.
He pulled away first, leaving me breathless, but longing for more.