He’s a gorgeous bad boy, and I want to believe this ex-marine is the billionaire hero he seems to be. Even if he doesn’t remember that sizzling night in LA, it still leaves me breathless. When I ran from LA in fear of my life, leaving him was the hardest part. And now, here he is in front of me. Brock Tanner. Right here, so close I can taste his sweet breath and imagine those full lips on mine. His body pressing against mine. My heart stops when I think about his little dimple, that scruffy beard, his muscled body, and his soft caress. He says he will keep me safe. But he could be just another liar trying to use me. I don’t know if I can trust my heart. I want to believe, stop running, and make love with him on the beach over and over, forever. But now they might be here, and there is more at stake than my music…it could mean my entire career.