I have been referred to as moody and mysterious, and for the most part, I would agree. Until recently, I spent my days helping my brothers run the family business. Now, I dedicate my time and energy to building a resort that caters to fetishes and fantasies. And despite my attempt to work myself into the ground, I have never denied—at least not to myself—that something is missing.
Or rather someone.
Ten years ago, I accepted that I was different, that my desires were outside the conventional box. Because I was convinced that I couldn’t be happy with normal, I made the hardest decision of my life, breaking my own heart in the process.
A decade later, I’m learning that life has a strange way of turning things upside down before placing the pieces exactly where they are meant to go.
Publisher note: This title has been re-edited into first-person POV with a new cover. The underlying story is the same as the original.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Edwards spends her days stringing words together to make complete sentences. Sometimes not. Her best friend is coffee, and she has a love/hate relationship with sarcasm. She’s been accused of having a filthy imagination, which she admits is true.
Nicole lives in the suburbs of Austin, Texas. She proudly claims one husband, three grown children, and two bosses (better known as the dogs). When she isn’t writing, watching football or hockey, or keeping her bosses happy, you can probably find her with a book in hand.