Rescue Or Revenge
Jonya Lynn
The first time I saw him, I was mesmerized. The heat between us was undeniable—though it might’ve just been the flames from my parked car after he crashed into it and pulled me out. You know, nothing like a near-death experience to spark a little chemistry.
But then he disappeared without a “sorry.” I decided he’d be my mortal enemy; if we ever crossed paths again, the things I would say would be legendary.
Fast forward a year, and I’m finally back at work as a sports psychologist. Then the door swings open, and guess who walks in? Yep, it’s him. Still the hottest guy around, and worse, he has no clue who I am. He strolls in, asking for my help, and my heart does a weird flip.
Naturally, I plot my plan for pure, unfiltered revenge. Even if it means making him my lover.
But one thing’s for some secrets just won’t stay buried.

