Folks in town call him a monster—say he's dangerous. But I know him simply as Elijah Hays, the quiet, gentle giant who works with the horses on my ranch. I can feel him watching me, that steady intense gaze making me crave things I don't quite understand, burn in a way that frightens me. He's always kept his distance…until that night. I remember him coming to my rescue, me following him into the barn, giving him his first taste of a woman, and his inexperienced yet barely controlled touch turning me to ash. Now all I can think about is exposing the dark desire I see deep inside him—having him turn those dark desires on me. That low, gritty voice rasping orders in my ear. Those huge, rough hands holding me down when a storm blows in. I want his surrender. His control. I want to break him…and have him break me…