She fears the dark.He rules it.Her dresses are too tight; her heels too tall. She laughs too loudly; eats without decorum; and mixes up most sayings in the book. Little do most know it’s just a sparkly disguise; there to hide one panic attack at a time.Nobody can crack Gianna’s facade . . . no one anyway; until he comes along.Most see a paragon of morality; a special agent upholding the law. In the New York underworld; others know him as a hustler; a killer; his nature as cold as the heart of ice in his chest. Christian Allister has always followed the life plan he’d envisioned in his youth; beneath the harsh lights of a frigid; damp cell. With a proclivity for order and the number three; he’s never been tempted to veer off course. But perhaps one should never say never . . .One winter night and their lives intertwine. She hates him—his stone-cold demeanor; his arrogance and too-perceptive eye—but over the years; even as their games consist of insulting each other’s looks and intelligence; she begins to live to play with him.Nowhere in Christian’s plans had he ever prepared for Gianna. She’s chaos embodied; not his type; and married; but none of that can stop his eyes from following her wherever she goes.All along; she doesn’t even know that she’s his—his frustration; his fascination.His maddest obsession