Preface

She was the kind of woman who made men look twice—and women look away. Dana had the curves of sin and the confidence of a queen who'd stopped caring about rules. Forty-six, divorced, and done pretending she didn't like being wanted. She wasn't chasing love anymore, just thrill… but sometimes, thrill wore a younger face.

He was half her age and twice as bold. Marcus didn't flirt to impress—he flirted to claim. With skin smooth like chocolate heat and eyes that undressed a woman in silence, he didn't need lines. Just a look. A smile. A low "damn" under his breath. Women noticed him, but he noticed her—not for her years, but for her hips, her voice, her walk.

Their story wasn't meant to be soft. It was meant to burn.

And when it started, neither of them realized how hard it would be to stop.