Jill Ramsower

“I love you, Conner Reid.”

Conner was speaking to my father, but I could only hear the hypnotic undertones of his deep voice because my ears were ringing so loudly. Then a firm hand slowly clamped down over my bouncing knee, forcing my body to stillness.

When she walked into the dining room in that dress hugging her sleek curves, something deep inside me stirred awake. Something primal and raw.