What she didn't know she was agreeing to was an obnoxiously cheerful blond boy somehow nudging his way into her life.

    His clothes spoke of wealth, his hands told of work, but it was the scars on his face that told Nan who the man before her was, Sir William Horton, the resident Hero of Ashford. He was the richest man in five counties and a well known bastard. Rumors of very kind were whispered about Ashford’s infamous Black Knight, his all encompassing cruelty, his frozen heart, the twisted means by which he found pleasure. Every creature in Ashford knew to give him a wide berth, to keep a wagging tongue still, and eyes trained anywhere but on him when he came into view. So when Nan found him and was neither distant, silent nor looking anywhere but directly at him, Ashford’s Black Knight began to stumble over the oddity of this girl. Her fearlessness, her honesty, her intelligence, even her unassuming beauty held him captivated. But how could a simple beggar girl be so many things? Who was this woman that held his attention, or more importantly who had she been before coming to Ashford?

    She’s been used, abused, and discarded. Trust is a four-letter word to her, one to be avoided at all costs. She’s all for having fun with men who know the score. One night. Maybe two, but that’s her limit. So, what happens when she meets a hotshot pitcher who tells her one night will never be enough? Rowan loves a challenge. He wouldn’t have made it to the big leagues if he wasn’t tenacious. But he’s never had to fight for a girl before. If anything, he’s used to fighting them off. But Tenley is different. She’s throwing up obstacles at every turn and he can’t figure out why. She’s falling for him, he can feel it, and their chemistry is off the charts. But with that be enough to chase her demons away?