Is my husband a dream come true?
Or the nightmare I was trying to escape before I lost my memory?
I didn’t know true desire until the first time I laid eyes on him. Tall, dark, beautiful as a god—completely forbidden. He was the penniless son of the help born in the Lousiana bayou, and I was a pretty southern princess, cultivated like a hothouse flower to become the trophy on some well-pedigreed man’s arm.
My mother slapped my face when she saw us together and warned me he would ruin me. A few weeks later, my father made me sign a contract vowing I wouldn’t have relations with anyone until I married.
So, I tried to forget him. Until one day I woke up to find out I actually had.
There’s a near-decade hole in my memory. My disapproving parents have passed away. And the biggest surprise of all: that boy my mother warned would ruin me?
He’s my husband now.
He’s still beautiful as a god, and he’s now rich as one, too. He’s made himself over from a poor Cajun boy living on the bayou into a ruthless mogul with enough money to give me anything my heart desires. A huge house on a lake, the perfect job, and endless pleasure.
He’s a total dream husband. Until one day I receive a note from someone I trust, telling me three unsettling things.
1. The beautiful god I sleep next to every night is not my real husband.
2. Before he re-invented himself as a ruthless mogul, he was the even more ruthless leader of a notorious motorcycle gang, and…
3. I was hiding from him all the way up until my accident.
Could it be? Is my dream-come-true actually the nightmare I was trying to escape?
What would you do if you were me? Live with the perfect illusion? Or do whatever it takes to uncover the truth?
Don’t waste your money like I did.