Sabrina Monroe and Jake Landon are caught in a tug of war between love and trust. A hurt Sabrina wants nothing more than to forget about Jake and the fierce love they once shared. A wary yet determined Jake wants to bury the past and start anew.
When old feelings and desires are reawakened, Sabrina struggles to keep her distance—and protect her heart. But it’s a losing battle she’s not even sure she wants to win. With Jake determined to gain back her love, Sabrina is left longing for his trust. In a fight for “all or nothing”, they’ll soon discover that even an imperfect love can triumph over all.
“Jake, what are you doing here?”
Jake straightened from the door, looking taller, bigger and more imposing than she remembered.
“I was hoping we could talk. Without an audience.”
He gave her a pointed look. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Actually, no, it’s not.”
He stood there, his whole body stiff with tension, the muscle flexing in his jaw.
“So you still hate me?”
Yes. No. Sabrina let out a sigh and slowly walked the short steps to her door. She wouldn’t let him intimidate her.
Or let him see how much his presence affected her.
“I don’t know how I feel about you right now,” she confessed, brushing past him.
The heat radiating from his body made her arm tingle. She turned to face him but had to tilt her head back to look directly at him. “All I know is that you disappear for three years, without a word, and then show up as if
He sighed. “I know. I fucked up,” he admitted, running a hand through his dark hair, not meeting her gaze. “At the time I couldn’t…I didn’t know how to make it right.”
She gave him a measured look. “All you had to do was call,” she whispered.
Jake looked down at her with such intensity in his dark blue eyes it almost frightened her. Nervously, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
He reached out and lightly brushed the short strands that barely hung pass her chin. “You cut your hair,” he stated as if suddenly coming to the realization.
She ignored the slight shivers that resulted from his light caress. His leaving had left a painful scar in her heart—a scar he alone was responsible for—and she wasn’t going to let his touch distract her from that pain. She needed it to protect herself from him. “Why, Jake? Why are you here?”
He leaned down until his face was just inches from hers and softly whispered, “Because I love you.”
Then he kissed her.