He shouldn’t have imagined her lying naked on his bed. She shouldn’t have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs. But it was too late. Kiara and Ethan had been best friends since they were children. They'd shared everything in their eighteen years together except romance. But that all changed at the beginning of their senior year. Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara’s golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with. That kiss should have never happened. It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it. Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make. Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything. ♥ Here’s the Preview ♥ “If you don’t want to kiss me then . . . let’s swim.” “Yeah, sure.” “Naked.” “What?” “I always wanted to try skinny dipping.” I pursed my lips and said, “And I really want to get out of these clothes.” He said, “What if someone catches you . . . me, both?” “Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken . . .” “Fine.” His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.” I raised my eyebrow at the sudden change in his demeanour. Ethan said, “You have an extra piece of clothing than me.” I grinned. “Who said I was wearing any underwear?”

Fifteen years ago, she was his light, dragged from the slums of the orphanage; he taught her to live, he taught her strength, and she showed him how to feel. It only took one day for it all to change. *** Now he's back, carrying with him the aura of Demkon, Vengeance at the top of his list, ready to strike her where it hurts the most, and not even moon goddess can stop him. **** He stood over me as I knelt on the cold floor before the raging sacred fire, scared and vulnerable, "How does it feel, Ayra? How does it feel to be alone with no one to call on?" With the view of the fire so far away, I shivered from the cold, my hair sticking to my frozen face, "How does it feel to have lost your heart?!" He grinned, "I never had it."