I am the exemption to the rule. In a global full of ready women, I’m challenging to the roguish and achingly good looking Colton Donavan. A guy used to getting just what he wants in all aspects of life. He’s the reckless poor boy continuously skating that razor-thin advantage toward uncontrollable, on and off of the track.

Colton accidents into my entire life like a tornado: sapping my control, screening my vulnerabilities beyond their limitations, and unintentionally penetrating the defensive wall around my curing heart. Tearing apart the globe I rebuilt so carefully with framework, predictability, and discipline.

I can’t give him what he desires and he can’t provide me what I want. But after a glimpse beneath his processed exterior into the dark secrets of his damaged soul, can I provide myself to walk away?

Our sexual chemistry is certainly undeniable. Our individual need for total control is usually irrefutable. But when our worlds collide, may be the chemistry more than enough to create us collectively or will our untold secrets and battle of wills power us apart?