They say to keep your enemies close, but "they" never had to deal with the likes of Alec Daniels, the broody bad boy next door who loved to make my life a living nightmare . . . up until the day he disappeared.
See, Alec was a thief. He stole my happy. My sanity. My first kiss.
I told myself I was glad the day he went away, and I'm reminded of why not five minutes after his sudden and unexpected return.
Now he stands before me with a heavy glare and hard body. But those greedy green eyes, they're darker than I remember, and brimming with a secret . . .
A secret I didn't discover until it was far too late.
Because this time, he didn't steal a simple kiss. This time . . . Alec Daniels stole my all.
Contains mature themes.
