From the moment American Sabrina Sullivan sets foot on the new dig site with her Irish archaeologist husband, a destructive brew of natural and supernatural forces conspires to break their bond. The most destructive force of all is the inexplicable sexual energy relentlessly pulsing between her and her new boss—her husband’s best friend—making her want things she shouldn’t. When her marriage begins to crack, Sabrina is faced with the most difficult choice of her life—reach across the chasm of mistakes to hold on to the man she loved enough to marry or forge a new life with the man who has been hers forever.
Sometimes one lifetime isn’t enough…
“Natasha thinks you’re her hero.”
“Because you’re taking her to bed.” Even she heard the jealousy in her tone.
He lifted his hand to the back of her head, let his fingers tangle in her hair. “Well, now, love. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Dipping his head, he leaned a little closer, close enough for her to breathe in his exhalation as he spoke. “For me to fuck her?”
Up until that point, it had been mostly teasing between them. But when she felt his guttural “fuck” sink into her skin and lodge deep in her body, the mood shifted. At that moment, she was acutely, achingly aware that she didn’t want him fucking Natasha. She didn’t want him fucking any woman. Any woman but… No. She couldn’t say it. Not even to herself.
“Do you want to?” she managed.
His eyes—lazy, hazy, and unwavering—gripped hers, holding her still. The intensity in their blue depths wouldn’t let her look away or speak. She could barely breathe from the way he was looking at her. Time slowed, freezing them in place, mouths inches from each other.
“Breena.” His whisper burned into her skin. “You’re the only woman I want to fuck.”