Love isn’t supposed to be an addiction. It isn’t supposed to leave you bleeding.
Kona pushed, Clarice pulled, and in their wake, they left behind destruction.
She sacrificed everything for him.
It wasn’t enough.
But the wounds of the past can never be completely forgotten and still the flame remains, slumbers between the pleasure of yesterday and thought of what might have been.
Now, sixteen years later, Clarice returns home to bury the mother who betrayed her, just as Kona tries to hold onto what remains of his career with the New Orleans Steamers. Across the crowded bustle of a busy French Market, their paths collide, conjuring forgotten memories of a consuming touch, skin on skin, and the still smoldering fire that begs to be rekindled.
When Kona realizes the trifecta of betrayal—his, Clarice’s and those lies told to keep them apart—his life is irrevocably changed and he once again takes Clarice down with him into the fire that threatens to ignite them both.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.