I'm a queen. Nothing more. The newspapers call me stoic, but I just call it survival... My childhood friend is all grown up. For the first time in years, I...
Not a woman, not a widow, and definitely not a mother.
...until Asher shows up, and a hairline crack appears on the surface of the ice that's kept me safe for so long.
Broad shoulders, smoldering gaze, hands that make my mind run wild.