Mickey Hart doesn’t do one-night stands. Until she wakes up in a luxury penthouse. With nothing but a t-shirt. And no idea who it belongs to. Enter Cale Windermere. Ambitious. Successful. Possibly a serial killer. And so gorgeous he could've walked straight out of a romance novel... Except I can’t walk.Not that it ever stops me from getting what I want.And I want her.Even if she's keeping secrets.That could tear me to f*cking shreds.
