Crave

"Before THAT night, the over the top party and the cake incident, I spent Saturday nights with girlfriends, lamenting my life over margaritas. I wasn't ready for Jacob Clark. He was sin and dark edges, wrapped in regret. He was my kryptonite. His words oozed over me like warm honey. His dark eyes pricked my soul, and his touch...those fingers set my skin on fire. Of course he was too good to be true. And before I could wipe the icing off my greedy lips, I was walking away. So why was he invading her dreams?"--Page [4] of cover.