GOLDEN BOY [Rafe Cameron]

Figure Eight smelled of old money, salty breeze, and the expensive perfume of people who had never once had to look at the bottom of their wallets. For Elizabeth Evans, staying on the sidelines of that noise was practically a religion. In a world where everyone chased the next excess, she kept herself miles away from the storm, wrapped in her own routine, unseen.

Until Rafe Cameron arrived.

And with him, the weight of turning her world upside down and shattering the bubble that surrounded her. He came with bruised knuckles, a clenched jaw, and that burning urgency in his eyes that gave away how close he was to breaking something. Rafe didn't just walk across the island; he set it on fire, along with anything else daring to cross his path. And to Elizabeth's surprise, those flames felt exquisite against her
skin.

He was pure, uncontrolled fire, a short fuse wrapped in self-destruction bound to blow at any second.

She longed to be seen.

He saw her.

But would she be ready the moment she watched him explode?