Seared into his brain, the painful memory of coming home to catch his beloved wife in bed with another man still plagues Shawn. Yet, despite the year that's passed and the divorce he agrees to meet Vanessa. Maybe by facing her he can finally leave the bitterness behind and prove to himself, once and for all, that he is over her. But is he? The very sight of Vanessa sitting at the bar, sheathed in a shimmering red dress ignites a fiery storm of desire and emotion that may carry them both over the edge, forcing Shawn to once again confront his true feelings.





The Excerpt

The night was sultry and humid as they wandered down Orchard Road. It was almost ten at night but lights from the surrounding hotels and shops lit up the street as bright as day. Rickshaws cycled by. Hawkers yelled out, selling their wares. He silently cursed the business trip that had brought him back to Asia, back to Vanessa, as his mind drank in the smells, sounds and lights that was Singapore. Damn, if he hadn't missed being here though.

She suited the tropics, with her tumble of long black hair and rosy, pouting lips. Her body seemed softer now, more rounded. That suited her too.

I can't do this. Shit.

She paused at the corner of the hotel and looked down at her strappy red heels. "Well, you came at least. I appreciate that. I understand how hard it must be for you."

Did she? He followed her gaze. Fuck me shoes, he thought and fought to block the instant image of her stretched out on the bed wearing nothing but those shoes. Brown pebbled nipples, back arched as she ran her fingers lightly across the lips of her pussy, smiling that sweet smile. His cock went from hard to hurting and a sharp pain twisted in his chest. Despite the year they'd been apart, despite the pain she'd caused him, he still wanted this woman.

Totally. Completely. He'd missed her smile, her smell, her touch. And the realization hit him like a huge fist in the gut.