Coach gave me three rules. Train. Stay focused. Stay away from women. After being suspended from three NFL games, I was exiled to a remote island to stay out of the press.
One sight of the island beauty and I knew I was doomed to fail.
She’s the girl from the island.
Her eyes the color of whiskey and her lips, the taste of sugar. She’s all of my addictions rolled up in one hot body. What’s wrong with having a little tryst while on a mini-vacation?
Except addictions are hard to quit.
He made me fall in love with him and then left me broken-hearted. My prison was his fantasy. But he wanted to see me again. He offered me something I couldn’t resist. A chance to leave the island.
I should have never gone to New York City. I was a stranger in his world, but secrets about a past I never knew lurked in the shadows threatening to unravel my life. I thought I left the mysteries of the island at home. I didn’t know I was one of them.
I’m the girl from the island.
And I was found dead twenty-four years ago.