Heartless Hunter (Crimson Moth, #1)

by Kristen Ciccarelli

Every time Gideon looked at the young heiress, she reminded him of the sea: steal-your-breath beautiful on the surface, with the promise of untold depths beneath.

“Your laugh is like a fuse,” he said. “It lights you up.”

“One of us thinks ourself too good for the other. But it’s not me.”

“Gideon, the thought of you inside that building … it felt like being held underwater.” She lowered her gaze to the pulse at the base of his throat. “Like being starved of air.”