Swallow

I thought I'd reached my breaking point.

Escaping my violent ex had left me drained—emotionally, physically, and financially. But I refused to be defeated. I ran, determined to reclaim my life.

One stormy night, I stumbled into a small-town bar, soaked to the bone, with desperation clinging to me like a second skin. The last thing I expected was for Ash, the rugged, brooding owner, to give me a safe haven and a free, hot meal.

Ash didn't know me, but he recognized the shadows in my eyes. His possessiveness toward me was startling, but it felt right.

For reasons I couldn't fathom, he wanted to keep me safe.

Trust didn't come easy these days. But Ash was determined to protect me, no matter what.

And as my past caught up with me—as it always did—Ash made one thing clear.

I was his, and he'd make sure no one else touched me ever again.