Six months of dancing around each other
led to one explosive night
and two weeks without a word.

Only then did I learn the truth:
The man I’d wanted since he walked into Sailor’s Grave Tattoo Parlor
was actually an undercover cop.

And the worst part is,
I don’t even know his real name.

BUT WHAT IF ATTRACTION ISN’T ENOUGH?

For over eight months I held back.
Except for that one night when I couldn’t fight it anymore.
I’d wanted her from the beginning,
but I should have kept waiting until my secrets weren’t between us.

Now, I have the ultimate challenge before me:
convince the inked goddess of a receptionist
to at least let me keep her safe,
even if she won’t give me another chance.