WHERE SIN FEELS LIKE HOME
His hands were everywhere, and I let them be.
“You know this is wrong,” he murmured against my throat.
“I know.” I tilted my head back anyway.
He pulled back, eyes dark. “Tell me to stop, Zella.”
I looked at the silver in his hair, the jaw that could cut glass, my best friend’s father, twenty years too old and a thousand reasons too dangerous.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
Seven days before my Christmas wedding, I caught my fiancé with my cousin. By morning I had lost everything, my relationship, my job, my future. I walked into the London rain with nothing left.
A stranger stopped his car. Offered an umbrella. Gave me a drink instead of the mistake I begged for. Then disappeared before dawn.
I never expected to find him again in a darkened hotel room on New Year’s Eve… or to give him the one thing I’d never given anyone.
The next morning, when my best friend introduced me to her father, Evander Ashford looked me in the eye and said, “Nice to meet you,” as if he hadn’t already ruined me the night before.
He is forbidden.
He is twice my age.
He is the one man I was never supposed to want.
But he is the first person who ever made me feel worth keeping, and the only place this broken heart has ever felt safe.
Where Sin Feels Like Home — because sometimes the wrongest man is the only home you’ve ever known.