The past is supposed to stay in the past, right? Tell that to Sheik Damon E'Darvue. He showed up in Ariel Lake's life after a one night mistake three years ago. With amazing amounts of bad luck and bad timing, Ariel finds herself married to a man she's never been able to forget. But this time will she find the courage to stick around and find out what happens once passion is satiated?
"We're not having sex."
"You're right." The husky voice assured her. "We're going to have married sex." His breath whispered hotly against her neck. "We're going to have lots and lots of hot, mind-numbing, toe-curling, soul-stealing sex. We won't stop until I'm drained and you can't walk for a week."
Hot waves of heat coursed through Ariel Lake's body. If she had to get married at the end of a goat staff, held by a smelly man, why couldn't the groom have been anyone but her ex-lover, Sheik Damon E'Darvue. The one man on the planet capable of making good on each of those erotic promises. Promises that would leave her heartbroken and saddle-sore for a month.
She spun to face him. Her loose fitting white linen pants and matching halter top stuck to her skin in the desert heat. Her nipples defiantly pressed against the thin material. "Not going to happen. As soon as my crew gets here, I'm leaving and forgetting about you and this sham of a marriage."
Ice-black eyes burned fire. "You try that, wife, and I'll ensure your Visa is revoked. You'll never leave this country without my permission."
"Why are you doing this? You don't want to be married to me anymore than I want to be stuck with you," she argued. "We were married by a damn glorified militant goat herder."