Aida Voltolini. Mob princess with a knife fetish. Pregnant heir to a deadly throne. The woman was sinful temptation wrapped in a pretty package, and hell-bent on using me to scratch her itch. I couldn't resist her laugh. I was defenseless against those damn doe eyes. I had no room in my life for a relationship. I meant to stay away. But then... She kissed me. Tucker Slade. Country boy with a heart of gold. A beautiful distraction with a dark secret. The man was painfully honorable, and determined to keep our friendship platonic despite my advances. He pushed my limits and saw past my bullshit. I had no room in my life for a relationship. He was only meant to be a tryst. But then... That kiss. Oh, that kiss.