As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she was going to make me break all my rules.
Delilah Hughes.
Heiress. Recluse. Philanthropist.
She’s nothing like what I was expecting.
In my head, I’d conjured a stuck up princess with a silver spoon in her mouth and a whiny voice. A woman cloaked in designer labels and flawless makeup. The kind of woman who resisted my protection and resented my bulk and tattoos.
Evie Croft writes short, steamy over-the-top romance that will leave you breathless. She is not responsible for melting hearts or socks; readers should keep appropriate beverages on hand.