A spicy billionaire romance featuring enemies to lovers, opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine tension, and a wounded hero who falls first.

Rome: My life is exactly as I designed it, yet happiness eludes me like something I can feel but never touch. Since childhood, a Category 5 hurricane has raged inside me, sharpening me into a blade that cuts through markets and competition. I've built empires on six continents. I own resorts where celebrities hide from their own fame. And still, the tempest in my head threatens to crack everything I've built. Then Lilith Sydney reads my cards . . . and the howling just stops. Her presence is narcotic—the only true silence I've ever known. She radiates pure light. I'm nothing but the void that would consume it. So I should stay away. But for the first time in my life, I don't want to.

Lilith: Tarot has been my obsession since I was a kid, listening to the trees. Now I run Mystic Tides on Venice Beach, where tourists crowd my shop but never quite fill my bank account. Then Roman Kensington's assistant calls, offering triple my usual rate to read cards at his Palos Verdes resort. I nearly drop the phone. And then he walks in. The man whose energy hits me like a tsunami before he even sits down. His eyes burn with secrets that make my hands tremble as I lay out the cards. The Death card appears. And something electric passes between us. I can feel what he's hiding. I can see the darkness he refuses to face. I could be the light that saves him. Or the one he destroys trying.

He built his life on control. She sees everything he's tried to bury. And the closer they get, the more dangerous it becomes to let each other go.