For the past five years, all I've thought about is revenge. Shot and left for dead by the people I trusted, only to be saved and taken to an even worse hell, I vowed to make them pay. To make them suffer as I once did. To listen to their pleas for mercy as they draw their final breath. But to do that, I need her. Which comes with its own risks. I may be able to make everyone else believe my lies, but Imogene's not like everyone else. And if anyone might recognize me beneath my carefully planned disguise, it's the woman I once planned to marry. : I moved to California for a fresh start. After the past five years, I was desperate to finally leave the past behind me. What better place to do that than Southern California? Until I'm attacked and nearly killed in a dark alley. I would have been if he hadn't intervened. Gideon Saint. Mysterious. Dangerous. Lethal. And possessing eyes that look far too much like the man I lost all those years ago. But that's impossible. Samuel Tate is dead. Apart from those haunting blue eyes, he bears little resemblance to the man I once gave my heart. At least that's what I try to tell myself. Because if he is Samuel, where has he been the past five years? And why did he make the world believe he was dead?