Savage

Fly to Fiji to check if an island is suitable for a resort? No way. My NYC law firm will just have to find another paralegal.

The storm changes all that, as does being marooned with Nico, the grumpy commanding Italian pilot. Fiji’s three hundred islands do not help. Neither do my now damaged and bandaged useless eyes.

The hot Italian and I do our best to survive, and as the savage pulls me blind around the island, we realize it really is our new home. Being alone with him and semi-naked confuses me. It’s disturbing. It’s terrifying. It also this… hot.

I have no control, as the gorgeous savage feeds me, bathes me, and protects me.

As we’re forced to live semi naked together, barriers become blurred, and finally he takes me. Days then become weeks as my eyes heal, and we become one.

Like Adam and Eve, we spend endless perfect days swimming, diving, walking, and watching the sun rise and set. We live on the best fresh fruit, seafood, and oxygen on the planet and we are in heaven. We also, finally have time to really live.

Gone is the rat race, and I have found paradise. I have also found my man. A gorgeous Italian man, but one with a very complicated past.

As I finally fall way too fast, we are rescued… I’m then sent back to NYC and the winter, alone. I am desperate, fragile, and broken…

Unsure if he will come for me, and unsure if he will come to save me… again.