by V. J. Chambers
If the wrong people find Leigh Thorn, she's dead.
Griffin Fawkes says her father sent him to protect her, but near as she can tell, all he’s doing is raining on her parade. Griffin’s restrained, no-nonsense, and no fun. Gorgeous, sure. Practically lickable. Solid and taut and rippling and…
But she’s not going to let that distract her. Of course not.