I hate her guts… and need every single inch of her.
I’ve hated Grace since the accident that took my mother. Now I’m getting deported back to Canada unless I do something drastic.
Stupid, I know. But she wants to make things right, and I’m willing to let her try.
Problem is, she’s gorgeous. Every curve, every inch of her drives me wild with pure animal need.
I can’t help but take my anger out on her… and I think she might like it.
I’m still not ready to forgive or forget.
Now we’re stuck in this fake marriage from hell. I want her almost as much as I hate her, and I’m not sure what I really need.
And if I don’t figure it out soon, I might drive her away forever.