Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Wrong Woman

Saphina Winfield had just gotten home from work when a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind

The living room was pitch black. The chest pressed against her back was broad and burning hot,

A line of wet kisses moved down the side of her neck, slow and thorough, until his mouth closed over her earlobe.

His voice dropped low, rough at the edges, and it scraped at something under her ribs. “Where’d you go? What took you so long?”

Seraphina opened her mouth to answer, and he covered it with his.

He kissed her deeper, swallowing whatever she meant to say, and the question stayed unanswered.