The most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves. Zoe Clark doesn’t stand a chance.
As Hollywood’s favorite piece of man-candy, I’ve screwed hotter and blown off sexier.
But listening to my new personal trainer shout commands while on location in the Seychelles is its own kind of sweet torture.
Because her wicked curves, smart mouth, and violet-streaked hair captivate me more than they piss me off.
She makes me feel again when I’m desperate to remain numb.
Trusting her is a mistake, confiding in her is my downfall. Because all her pretty words are lies laced with deceit.