Silas

Tempest Call me Robin Hood. I'm a grifter. A con artist. I don't just steal from the rich. I take from the worst of the worst, the people who deserve to be hustled. I have two rules - keep moving and never fall in love. I only ever thought about breaking them for one boy. And that boy just walked right back into my life, a ghost from the past. Silas Saint. Now he's a man. Arrogant and sexy as f**k, he's sure as hell not the person I fell in love with, a lifetime ago. But when he touches me, it's enough to make me forget my own name. He makes me want to break all my rules. Silas I've been fighting as long as I could remember. Sh**, I think I came out of the womb swinging. I even tried to go legit until trouble sent me out of Las Vegas and back to West Bend. I never expected a different kind of trouble to come waltzing back into my life, all curves and tattoos and sass. Tempest Wilde. Any idea what "tempest" means? A violent f**cking windstorm. That's s**t I don't need. I loved her once, a lifetime ago. Before I knew better. Love is for suckers, and I'm sure as hell not a sucker. But the way she looks at me? It makes me want to give her everything I have.