From the moment Numa Carter met the man who would be a driving force behind the success of her band, she placed her label's A&R director firmly in the "no touching the pretty thing" category. She'd kept her mouth moving with lyrics and her hands strumming her guitar. Raffish, mischievous, gorgeous and deliciously, subtly savage, Kasper Gilani wasn't the easiest individual to ignore, but for almost four long years she'd managed. She had no way of knowing that pristine record would soon be disrupted by a spontaneous, drunken decision made in the throes of heartbreak. A night in Vegas and a need for comfort from someone who wasn't her lying, cheating, scum-of-the-Earth ex-fiance, placed her between a rock and a hard place. The rock being a marriage license with her signature scrawled across it.The hard place? Well...did Kasper's entire being count? It had to count, right? Hard. All over. Him. At his insistence that there will be no voiding their impromptu matrimony, Numa soon learns that though she has been ardently upholding her rules about hands and touching and pretty things, Kasper is hell-bent on stripping her bare of all reservations. With every encounter, every kiss, every touch, and every passionate word, she becomes more and more aware of how naked she truly is in his presence. And in spite of herself, the sordid turns of circumstance and a fear of the unknown Numa determines that she can't be any other way...