Women came to him, he didn’t have to hunt down the action. And it was a good thing, with a nephew at home depending on him, a tattoo business that fed his soul, and a real estate business that made him filthy rich, he didn’t have much down time. He loved what he did and called his own shots. Life was good. Damn good. Until the girl of his dreams walked back into his life and reminded him... it could get so much better. Harper had been used, abused and tattooed. Literally. Her first love, Deke, dumped her. Her ex-fiancée cheated on her, and she’d been reduced to sharing a shoebox apartment with her bestie. Not that she was complaining. A shoebox beat a park bench any day. But she needed a job. Money. Hell, she needed a new life. What she didn’t need was her ex-boyfriend to ride in on his white horse, make that Harley, with the answers to her prayers. But it was hard to kick a gift horse in the teeth, especially when he was ripped, inked, and rich. Oh, and claiming to be in love with her…

    

    

    But hell, she was Randy's little sister. Trouble is, she f*cking grew up. Now I can't live without her… not that she left me a choice.Ember's the only woman in the world with the power to end us, to reduce me to ashes. She gave me her body. I gave her my soul.Then I traded a life of privilege to chase down disaster, to put my life on the line. It was the one choice with the power to tear us apart. And it did. I made one wrong decision that cost me everything, and I paid for three long years. Now I'm back, and I won't stop until my ring's on her finger and my son's in her belly. She'll have to tell me to my face that she never loved me… and that she never will.But I'm praying she won't. As a matter of fact, I'm counting on it. Because I'm in the fight of my life now, and none of us will survive without one last chance. Ember Everyone has one moment they'd give anything to do over. Jason's my tower of rock-hard strength. A pillar of steel-cut muscle and piercing blue eyes. There's nothing he can't do. From fighting wildfires, to splitting wood and pounding… nails.Trouble is, he treats me like I never grew up. He makes decisions without me that affect our lives and our future. It's better to be alone, than to be with the wrong man. But it doesn't make alone any easier… I've loved him my whole life, I always will. Our lives were woven together the first night he took me in his arms. Take away a single thread and we weaken. Remove one of us, and the other is nothing but shreds. My body burns with a need I can't satisfy or deny. I'm alone and I'm terrified. What if there's only one way to a second chance?