Ophelia Masters can't seem to get this love thing correct. She wants a normal man, but they are so mind-numbingly boring, that she's given up on them, too. Then along comes Ian Fisk...a sexy-as-sin, blind artist that wants nothing more than to sweep Ophelia off her feet...and into his bed. She struggles with his attention, and he refuses to back down. Blindness isn't always a handicap, unless you decide not to see.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*