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In a blink of an eye, the tables turned. I’m Damien Sinclair, a man always in control. I thrive on the knowledge that my word is the final—gospel. In the millisecond I hesitated … Gabriella Crystal stepped in. I’m damn glad she did, but I will forever be in her debt. Ella holds not only my heart, but my future, my company, and everything I hold dear in her hands. The love we once shared is palpable, a glowing ember in the dying ash. To save my world, that ember must grow, must ignite and burst into the flames of desire.

Damien Sinclair is a force of nature, the beauty of a sunset over the ocean while capable of devastating hurricane-strength winds. At one time, he’d held my heart in his hands. That was until the day I walked away. I didn’t leave him because I didn’t love him. It was that loving him was too much, an all-encompassing affair. In his presence, I failed to exist.

Buried beneath the surface where Princess Lucille’s world is turned upside down, she must make impossible choices. Truth or deception, life or death, loyalty or love. Who will survive?

The halls of Molave Palace and Annabella Castle have secrets that are meant to stay buried. As the reflective veil is ripped away, Princess Lucille is forced to accept the deception surrounding all that she once believed to be true. To stay resilient in their reign, Princess Lucille and Prince Roman must decide who is trustworthy and who is ruthless, who is friend and who is foe. Even the complicity of family is questioned as the prince and princess fight for their own survival. Can they even trust one another?

Trevor Willis is sexy, sweet, and oh so fun. He’s also my best friend’s brother-in-law. That should mean he’s off-limits—or that I should be off-limits to him. Someone probably should have told us that before my best friend married his brother, before the morning of the wedding when we woke in each other’s arms, before I woke with gaping holes in my memory. They didn’t. We did. Shana Price is that one woman.

Ricky Dunn is the equivalent to a splinter under my fingernail. Romantic? Right. He’s the older brother of my best friend, and no matter how hard either of us try, we can’t seem to avoid each other. The problem started on the night my best friend and I graduated from high school. The party was joyous, a celebration. That night, I willingly gave Ricky a part of me—more than the kiss we told others about. Our deal was simple. No strings.