Dead Bled Ringer

“Motorcycles didn’t ever come down this street, and a shiver of fear went through me.

After all, I was home alone and it was almost midnight. . .”

For a moment, I was scared to death at the hulking dark intruder who stepped into my house, crunching through the shards of glass with his massive boots. He was at least 6’5 with broad shoulders and big arms, his entire body powerful and dangerous.
And then those dark eyes met mine through the ski mask. One a deep, rich chestnut color, and the other an unusual amber, with swirls of gold and copper. My spine instantly relaxed.

It was my husband!
He had come to play after all!

Author’s Note: This is a DARK grovel romance, and has mature themes, including violence. There is also on-page cheating but no cheating redemption.