Falling for a bad boy outlaw is dangerous.
Especially when it's someone with a bullet wound.
I've lived on this mountain for six years since my mother died.
She left me enough inheritance to buy a cottage.
I'm not rich, and a hundred thousand dollars stretch further when you go someplace out of the way.
All I wanted was to be alone, with no complications, no abuse, and no terrible men.
The last thing I expected was to find a hunky man outside of my cabin.
I've seen a lot of attractive men, and this one was battered, wounded, and unconscious.
He's built like a Greek god. Big, strong, with dark, rugged skin.
He's precisely the kind of man a bad girl would love to have, but he might get me into trouble.
Just before I decided to dial 911, his eyes opened and he stared silently at me.
Now I don't know if I should call the cops or keep him here with me.