When she met him, he’d already made himself. But it hadn’t come easily. There had been more ups and downs than most men could endure. Yet he’d come through it in one piece, stronger for the destruction and pain that had birthed him.

Moran took no prisoners, in business or in love. He kept no one close and anyone who tried to cross that line paid dearly for the presumption. The first woman who had dared to call herself his girlfriend still hadn’t been found, and likely never would. The second… Well, her family had received part of her in the mail, although they likely didn’t know it.

His business associates fared only slightly better after crossing him. He tended to leave them alive, for a little while. Instead, he picked away at them, extracting important bits of their existence across the years. By the time his betrayers finally gave up on their own lives, they couldn’t even remember what they’d done to bring their world down around their ears.

However, something about her was different, intriguing.