Andreas Day had never felt like it. Never, ever. Not in his teens, when love had first struck. Not at university when he must have slept with a dozen or more women. Not in all the years he was married. Not until now.

Now. He loved and hated how he felt. The gut-wrenching ache of a desire so base it made him so high and so low at the same time.

And it had happened so very suddenly. One minute he was still mourning the long-drawn-out death of his wife; the next he was totally besotted with this creature who had walked into his life and turned it upside down. Every crevice of his body, mind, spirit, and soul had been taken over. What mattered once mattered no more. There was only one thing in Andreas Day’s life now: Melody Grimshaw.

‘Where did you get that name? Grimsha...

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