Billionaire Max Hamilton thought he was finally starting to find contentment, more than two years after losing his wife Mia in a tragic drowning accident.
He'd been reunited with a sister he hadn’t realized existed. Finally he had family again, a reprieve from the pain and loneliness that had haunted him since his devastating loss. Yeah…he was as happy as a man could be, considering he had lost the other half of his soul and most of his heart when fate had torn his wife away from him.
Or so he believed…until the day he rescued a mysterious woman in the park, a female who somehow had managed to reignite a part of him that he thought was long dead...
Suddenly, Max's protective, dominant, possessive male instincts flare to life, leaving him at a loss as to how lightning could possibly strike twice in one lifetime. Is he truly being given another chance at real happiness, or would it be dangled in front of him, only to be taken away once again?
The tattoos were a little confusing since they had sex so much throughout the book and yet only noticed each other's tattoos towards the end o.o ...Their interactions were a little repetitive as well, the whole "mine" and "fuck me" conversations. I thought the amnesia part was a little OTT but it is still a good read if you could get pass the kinks in the book. I loved Max and all his alpha-ness but this book just fell a little flat for me.
Excerpt . . .
Mia's eyes popped open in shock, the sound of Max's deep, masculine voice vibrating right next to her ear, so close she could feel his warm breath caress her temple.
"Max?" She stared right into his eyes, stormy, turbulent, and so close she had to tilt her head back to see them. "You have to get off this plane. We're going to be taking off soon."
"One." Both his expression and voice were uncompromising.
"Max. Stop this. You need to go." Mia was panicked. Max didn't look like he was about to back down, and she couldn't get off this plane. But she wanted to God, how she wanted to leave right now, throw herself into Max's safe embrace and let him take her wherever he wanted to go.
"Two." He bent down and snagged her carry-on from under the seat and dropped her purse in her lap.
He brushed his upper body against her, and Mia tried not to inhale the masculine fragrance that assaulted her as he straightened.
"Three." Mia's eyes snapped back to his face. He'd slung her small bag over his shoulder and his arms were folded in front of him. He looked obstinate, and determined to get her off the plane. And at the moment, Max Hamilton looked anything but tame. In fact, he look pretty damn certain he was going to bend her to his will.
Okay...well...she could be just as pigheaded as he was being at the moment. "I'm not going, MAx." She crossed her arms frowning.
"Four". He reached down and flipped the latch on her seatbelt, opening it with a simple flick of his wrist.
"Don't make this harder than it already is. Please." Mia had lost all desire for pretense, her look beseeching him to cease.
"Ten." The word had barely left Max's lips before he snatched her bodily out of her seat and slung her over his shoulder.
Mia decided at that moment that there was nothing more mortifying than being bodily removed from a full aircraft. Luckily, she was near the front of the plane, but Max never stopped to let her down, even after they'd exited and were heading down the ramp and into the main airport. Exasperated, she said to his back, "What happened to counting to ten?"
"Took too long. You talked too much," he answered abruptly, moving toward the airport exit, drawing looks from the people they were passing that range from amusement to alarm.