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 it\u2019s just a sparkly disguise, there to hide one panic attack at a time.<\/p>\n
Nobody can crack Gianna\u2019s facade . . . no one anyway, until\u00a0he<\/i>\u00a0comes along.<\/p>\n
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 he\u2019d envisioned in his youth, beneath the harsh lights of a frigid, damp cell. With a proclivity for order and the number three, he\u2019s never been tempted to veer off course. But perhaps one should never say never . . .<\/p>\n
One winter night and their lives intertwine. She hates him\u2014his stone-cold demeanor, his arrogance and too-perceptive eye\u2014but over the years, even as their games consist of insulting each other\u2019s looks and intelligence, she begins to\u00a0live<\/i>\u00a0to play with him.<\/p>\n\n