Dylan North, retired SEAL, finally found his stride after putting together the perfect team of private investigators and personal security agents available. His company, Fierce, allows him the ability to help civilians in precarious situations utilizing his SEAL skills, without having to traipse all over the globe for seemingly endless missions in hostile environments. Now, with no more excuses, he’s ready to devote effort to his personal life. At thirty-four, his parents and sister never fail to remind him that he’s lagging in the relationship and reproduction department. However, before he can figure out where to start with dating to find love rather than a roll in the hay, the woman he’s never managed to forget pops into his life, in desperate need of his help and harboring a secret so harsh it threatens to rock his world.
Harlow Cassidy gave up every dream she ever had to raise her daughter, Ashton. With years of hard work, she’s built a comfortable life for them both—until her brother’s criminal ways spill over into her world, threatening the security she’s built for her and her daughter. With time running out, she turns to the one man she can count on to do anything it takes to save her daughter, even if it means ripping open his heart.
Secrets are revealed as two hearts are torn apart by fifteen years of deception and a burning flame that never died. In the most crucial mission Dylan will ever face, can he trust Harlow to do what it takes to not only save what she holds dear, but mend a union denied by a misguided sense of duty as well?
“I know we only had a night, but in those few short hours, you became so much more to me than a one-night stand.”
He cupped her chin and turned it to him. His dark, stormy eyes locked on hers. “What had I become, Harlow?”
“The one,” she said quietly. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t stand to see his reaction to her admission. She hated being vulnerable, and for the past twenty-four or so hours she hadn’t been anything but.
She told herself to open her eyes, not to be a coward, and the moment she did, his soft lips nestled against hers.
It wasn’t a powerful kiss or the eager kiss of a young, enthusiastic lover.
It was rediscovery.
His lips moved gently over hers, slanting until they fit just right. His long fingers slid into the hair along her collar and cupped her, holding her to him.
She hummed low in her throat, focusing on the plump bottom lip she’d spent the past fifteen years dreaming about.
“Just how I remembered,” he said before pulling back and running his thumb over her wet bottom lip.
“Only you’re so much more now. Imposing,” she said, running a hand over his bicep.
“And you’re more beautiful,” he said, brushing away the strands of hair falling along her cheek.