A year ago, Maximilian Agosti was there for me through some of my darkest hours. From the violence I endured on the Manhattan docks, to the mountains where I was kept prisoner to the depths of a Russian safe house, he protected me. He listened to me.

He was there.

But once upon a time, Max was a priest. A man sworn to abjure violence, wealth, and most especially pleasure.

He’s broken one of those vows. He’s made it clear he intends to keep the rest. But no matter

how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about him. Fantasizing about him. Wanting him.

Danger is coming for us both. And the only man who might be able to save me is the one I can’t

stop dreaming of.