The Price of Crossing St. James

Ezekiel St. James had me kidnapped after I tried to blackmail him. I thought it would be simple. I was wrong. He already knew who I was and what I had done, and he was never going to let me walk away. With his wealth and power, he could make me disappear.

I am no easy prey, and I am not fighting only for myself. My sister’s safety hangs on what I do next.

When I am hurt, he does the last thing I expect and takes care of me.

In some twisted way, he sees his atonement in me.

Desperate and vulnerable, I still need protection.

He offers it on terms as grey as his morals: I will be his in every way.

I accept, knowing the risk. His touch leaves me burning, and something in me wants to belong to him.