Heading up the security team for a disreputable billionaire seems the perfect outlet for Dash Copeland’s anger issues. That is, until he commits the cardinal sin of consorting with the boss’s daughter—Peyton Daniels.
Worried his indiscretion could cost him his job… or his ls life… Dash turns his back on his powerful feelings for Peyton and inserts some much needed distance between them by going off the grid. He thought he could forget the seduction of her touch. Nothing could be further from the truth.
When Peyton suddenly goes missing, Dash is ordered to track her down. The cost of failure being her life… and his. For the first time, Dash must cast aside his savage methods and handle the matter with a delicate hand.
Will it be enough to save the only woman he’s ever loved?
Or will one misstep allow his enemies to achieve their twisted agendas?
I like my romance the way I like my coffee…dark! But I also like throwing in a twist and tossing in a little suspense and adventure for good measure.
My characters are far from perfect. Some of them have flaws so large that they’re really obstacles. But somehow, those who love them find a way to deal with each and every quirk.
Peyton Daniels could barely take care of herself let alone a pet. And that father of hers? Well, any pet of his would have run away a long time ago. Some people just aren't meant to be take care of animals.
As soon as my father walked away, I practically ran upstairs. Entering my room, I began undressing as soon as I closed the door. Off with the neon monstrosity, the fancy shoes, and sheer hose. I tossed the jewelry onto my dresser, opened a drawer, and dug out a pair of ripped jeans. My favorite red T-shirt with the slogan, Who gives a f*ck?, was in the next drawer down. Going to the closet, I stuffed my feet into a pair of low-heeled boots, shrugged on a jacket, and reached for my purse. I’d had enough of diplomatic proceedings for one night. It was time for a little fun—my style.