Breathless in His Hands

I wasn't supposed to fall for the man who pointed a gun at me.
But from the moment I crashed into his world—literally—nothing about Justin felt predictable.

One second I was raising my hands, ready to defend myself. The next, we were rolling across the forest floor as he saved me from plummeting into a ravine. And then he saved me again… by refusing to leave me lost and alone for the night in the middle of the woods.

I'm an erotic romance author who's seen every kind of love on the page—possessive, obsessive, toxic, passionate. But Justin?
He's the kind of man I never thought existed outside fiction: a sinfully sexy mechanic, a devoted father to a special little boy, and the one person who makes me feel safe enough to truly breathe.

Our beginning was wild. Our chemistry, instant.
But what shocked me most wasn't the heat—it was the peace.

With Justin, love isn't a battlefield. It's a warm place to land.

"Being with him felt like exhaling after holding my breath for far too long."