He’s Italian, older, a gorgeous tattooed Harley lover… and the one man I can never have.
From the moment Saint Lisconti moved in next door and recklessly stepped all over my favorite rare tiger lilies, it’s been war between us. Now, three years after our first encounter, hate simmers down, giving way to heated stolen glances that leave me drowning in his piercing ocean blue eyes.
Our attraction blooms. Sparks I crave to unravel fly. Everything changes.
Saint becomes my savior. The reaso...