Men of Cardosa Ranch Series

I killed my first man at age seven. It was my father, and I regret nothing. As a man, I’ve lost count of the lives I’ve taken. My name is revered but not for the reason many believe. When Lily showed up on my doorstep closer to death than a gravedigger, I vowed to hunt the man responsible…but it was my name she whispered in fear. I shouldn’t want her. I shouldn’t make her mine. But I do.

My past does not define me. I have access to unlimited amounts of money and freedom, and it only cost me everything. The only thing I can’t afford is to fall in love. My body desires her and my heart longs for her, but the memories and blood on my hands remind me of why I lead an unattached lifestyle. I should stay away from her, but she kissed me, obliterating the walls around my heart. Now, she stays on my mind. My fingertips crave to feel her silky skin, and my mouth waters for just one more taste of her.