She slipped through my fingers. Again. For six months, I’ve been searching the world for Lauren Blakewell. I know she’s not here in Morocco, but this is still my best chance of finding her. Bliss, her con woman mother, is here, and if I have to make a deal with the devil to find Lauren, I will. I need to know if what Lauren said is true or just more lies. I have to know if she loves me. Because I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop dreaming of the taste of her. And I won’t stop looking until I get her back.
If anyplace is safe from Bliss, it must be this faraway corner of Thailand. I know Rye wants to find me. And I miss him. So much. I miss his silver eyes and magic hands. I miss him in bed. If I could have him with me, all to myself, with no risk of Bliss showing up, no mention of the past, that would be paradise. Can I do that? Can Rye and I steal some time in a tropical hideaway before the real world crashes in with all its betrayals, secrets and lies?
