Overview

Hot summer rain. That is the scent that drew me. The soulful, amber-green eyes that begged to be loved keep me. One look and I know I want Lany Harris to be mine. Convincing him of my good intentions might prove to be harder than trying to convince my superiors that someone is out to get us. I am obviously insane. Cinnamon and whiskey has a delicious scent, and it belongs to S.W.A.T. commander, Lt. Salvador Delvecchio. I want to roll in that scent, sink into it, and never come out. I want to be consumed by everything that is the lethal man who rescued me and decided I belonged to him. I am a hot mess. This book is written in the first-person point of view of both main characters.