There’s a fine line between impulsive and just plain reckless.

I put that to the test when I ended up in the right place at the right time. Or maybe it’s the opposite? I walked straight into a dangerous situation between two mafia rivals because who better to handle the situation than a twenty year old waitress with no experience? You think I would’ve learned my lesson. But who can resist icy blue eyes and accents? I thought I could, until the devilishly good looking Russian mobster reappeared in my life and swept me off my feet.

He’s supposed to be the bad guy, but I can’t seem to stay away. I must be a glutton for his particular brand of punishment. He steals my breath away with one look, can I learn to hold my own against him without losing who I am in the process… or will I be swept away in the current? Now I need to decide whether his affection is worth being a little reckless