Butterflies dancing in her tummy, palms moist, cheeks flushed, she quaked in her boots. Dana Lawrence was smitten from the moment she caught glimpse of Marshall Davenport’s intoxicating smile. A cool guy in command of his space, unlike any she had ever met, Dana was entranced. Foregoing her intuition and refined upbringing, she dove into the murky sea of Marshall’s love. Even better, he sought after her as his. However, when the winds change and the dust begins to settle, passion becomes pain with the wave of a hand.