Ryder: My mountain. My rules. I've lived out here for years, minding my own business. But when trespassers kill my rescue dog for kicks, they paint a target on their backs. They leave breadcrumbs for me to follow—leading me to a prize beyond my wildest dreams.
A curvy goddess. Bound, innocent, and dressed in white—Lexi looks like a lamb led to slaughter. But this little lamb has claws. I can't let her go, not after she witnesses a crime. I'm keeping her. Making her mine.
Lexi: I still can't believe my brother sold me to strangers to pay off his debts. Deep in the mountains, there's no one to save me. Then he arrives—my dark avenger. But Ryder's no white knight.
He's dangerous, messed up, his soul black as tar. I shouldn't want him, but my resolve weakens with every passing day. I start imagining myself in his bed, in his home. Maybe being his woman won't be so bad after all.