I'm told that Nicholas Blackwood is hot as hell, a billionaire extraordinaire, and a devoted single father in need of a nanny. That nanny is going to be me.

He enters the room, looking like a Greek god. His extremely powerful body rivals that of Adonis himself. The air is dragged out of my body, and the physical attraction is instant and overwhelming.

When he speaks to me, his voice resonates with authority—deep yet somehow soothing, like rumbling thunder. He’s larger than life, and I’m suddenly confused.

Can this stunning man unravel the mysteries of my past—the enigmas of a child discovered fleeing through a dark night, escaping from something truly horrifying?

Even as an adult, I still flee from the monsters that fill my dreams and the darkness that follows me wherever I go. Somehow, I’ve been led to believe this man knows everything about my life.

I think Blackwood knows who killed my family.

He's staring right at me. I want to bolt. But I can't. I stare back at him, but dread and the uncomfortable warmth between my legs keep me frozen in place. Damn him, and my traitorous body.

I could be stepping into a trap. I don’t care. But…

What if the shadows don’t hold the monsters?

What if they hold something entirely different, and what I thought was the truth turns out to be a lie?