In the dead of Keara Callaghan’s nights, the flashbacks come. The bank robber who turned out to be a security guard she had to fire. The sad resignation in his eyes when she convinced him to surrender.
The police sniper shot that killed him.
She just needs to get away for a few weeks. Visit her great-aunt Maeve, a free spirit who runs a sex toy shop Only good memories live in Kilkenny, California, like the time her 17-year-old self gave her virginity to then-18-year-old Shane Dunstan.
Surrounded by an array of erotic toys, Maeve’s colorfully frank talk, and Shane—who’s now one tall drink of sexy—Keara convinces herself that even if she doesn’t deserve happiness, losing herself in Shane’s arms is just the ticket to get her head on straight.
After all, it’s just sex. A means to an end. Definitely.
Instead, Shane offers Keara an unexpected lifeline—an emotional connection she’d convinced herself she didn’t need. But in the sizzling heat of desire, they both miss the signs that the danger she thought lived only in her nightmares is about to get terrifyingly real.