From New York Times Bestselling author – CD Reiss…
“A smoking hot FREE prequel!”
“You expanded my universe.”
There's a war going on.
I need to pay attention to my job, not the surgeon. Not his sky-blue eyes or the confidence in his hands. Not the smile under his mask or the way it fits on his jaw.
And doctor or not, gorgeous or not, only a complete jerk would drop his pants in front of me just as a show of dominance.
But he's a force of nature, and I don't think I can resist him much longer.
It's not until I'm the casualty and he's standing over me that I realize I love him.
I want to tell him before I go under. Just a few words before we're separated.
But it might be too late.
“The Suspense the WTF & OMG are off the charts. Caden definitely keeps you on the edge of your seat…” — Amo's Book Corner
“Unzip that dress before I shred it.”
I married a decent man. A rock solid, arrogant war hero who knows exactly who he is and what he wants. He wants me, and I’m all his.
But he’s becoming a different man. He’s my husband, but he’s not the man I married.
He’s intense. Dominant. Possessive.
He takes me like a king, giving me pain and pleasure in a single dose.
Every day, he shifts a little further from decent and closer to dangerous—and even still, I’m not sure I want the man I married to come back.
You've never experienced a romance like The Edge.
“I promised you a bed of rose petals.” He grabbed my hand under the table, tightening his grip as if he were falling from a precipice and our connection was the only thing saving him from certain death.
“They were beautiful.”
“You smell like apples. Roses were wrong.” There was nothing soft about his tone, but his quiet words were for me alone. “I want everything to be right for you.”
“Caden, look at me.”
I caught his gaze and held it. He was confident. Arrogant. Sure he had a place in the world. And under that was the man who needed me to be that place.
“If I could…” He smiled and shook his head at a silly thought he wanted to dismiss but couldn't-a contradiction in keeping with the whole man I married. “If I could write my love in the sky, it wouldn't be big enough. I'd run out of room. I'd fall out of the air trying to say it all.”
He was saying it all.
And he was falling out of the sky to do it.