Waking to Black

He shattered my defenses and I was fragile to begin with… The first time I saw Adam Black, I was between the arms of a criminal, a gun to my throat and even then, I knew I was staring at the most dangerous man in the room. Maybe it was his confident, cerulean eyes, or the sex appeal radiating from his pores like heat waves on a scorching day, but by proximity alone he made my vision blur and my heart stammer. The day I was nearly killed in a bank hold-up, I began to live—because of him. Now, I’m praying for the first time in years, hoping the scars of my past, the secrets I keep, don’t interfere with my future…