He rules it.

Her dresses are too tight, her heels too tall. She laughs too loudly, eats without decorum, and mixes up most sayings in the book. Little do most know its just a sparkly disguise, there to hide one panic attack at a time.

Nobody can crack Giannas facade . . . no one anyway, until he comes along.

Most see a paragon of morality; a special agent upholding the law. In the New York underworld, others know him as a hustler, a killer, his nature as cold as the heart of ice in his chest. Christian Allister has always followed the life plan hed envisioned in his youth, beneath the harsh lights of a frigid, damp cell. With a proclivity for order and the number three, hes never been tempted to veer off course. But perhaps one should never say never . . .

One winter night and their lives intertwine. She hates himhis stone-cold demeanor, his arrogance and too-perceptive eyebut over the years, even as their games consist of insulting each others looks and intelligence, she begins to live to play with him.

Nowhere in Christians plans had he ever prepared for Gianna. Shes chaos embodied, not his type, and married, but none of that can stop his eyes from following her wherever she goes.

All along, she doesnt even know that shes hishis frustration, his fascination.

His maddest obsession.