Mafia's Ex Wife

The only reason you leave a man like Jackson Hale is if staying is even more dangerous.

So I left.

Left my job. Left my home. Left the only man who ever made me feel safe and wild at the same time.

And now, four years later, I've completely rebuilt my life. My cake shop is booming, I got remarried, and I have a perfect little girl. I created the quiet, stable life I've always wanted and I'm finally happy. At least I think I am.

That is, until Jax shows up in my stuffy stepford neighborhood, sitting on that roaring Harley like he just road out of the gates of Hell. He's more than I remember-more handsome, more intense, more dangerous.

And he needs my help. He swears there are no strings attached, and I want to believe him, but I know better.

There are always strings.