_My mother said men like him ruin girls like me._ _Chris is 47. A blacksmith down the street. Twenty-five years older, twice as dangerous._ _But when he looks at me like I’m something to be claimed, my mother’s rules start to burn._Summer Davis has spent 22 years doing everything right. Long skirts. Low eyes. No boys. No mistakes. Her parents raised her sheltered. Her romance novels taught her men only want one thing. So when Chris – 47, rough hands, fire in his eyes – starts watching her from his shop down the street, she knows she should run.But Chris doesn’t ask. He tells. And Summer, who’s never been touched, never been kissed, never been wanted, finds herself stepping closer to the heat.He says he’ll ruin her. She’s starting to think she wants him to._An age-gap, slow-burn romance with a virgin heroine, a dangerous older man, and a Happily Ever After worth the burn._