Lying bruised and disoriented on the slick pavement, Rhea-Jane felt helpless and alone - looking every inch the lost waif, despite the designer labels on her clothes. And given the way her luck was running, it was hardly surprising that someone as arrogant as Raff Quinlan would become her unwilling rescuer.
Raff didn't believe her alias, Jane Smith, and was disturbingly curious about his mysterious new houseguest's past. But he had his own problems - just as clearly as Jane had hers.
It didn't take long for Jane to realise that the longer she remained, the tighter the desire that coiled between them - a dangerous situation for an attration built on lies.