Yours To Be Forgiven

Cold-hearted Max Cullen is incapable of loving anyone but himself. Ruthless, arrogant, and, unfortunately, hot as hell, Max has a way of bringing out my worst self. He also happens to be the branch executive of the financial firm I work for, as well as the last man I would ever want to be snowed in with. Oddly specific? Yeah, about that last part... Max's petty vengeance makes me break a Christmas promise to my children and gets us both stranded in his remote cabin. To make matters worse, the jerk has the nerve to look even hotter when he takes his suit off. As if being stuck with him isn't bad enough, it turns out we'll have to share the bed. Is it the crackling fire or the burning taste of whiskey or something else altogether that's heating up the space between us? His annoying bickering and his rotten heart make me want to punch him, if only he would quit looking at me like that. We're hurling toward the breaking point. If the storm doesn't kill us, we might just kill each other. Or do something else, equally disturbing. I swore I would never swoon again, but I'm starting to think I'm on a promise-breaking streak.