DEDICATION

      To my husband, Donnie.

       You are my heart and my very own romance hero.

       Thank you for being such a damn good man.

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

Dedication

Praise for Roni Loren

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

       Twelve

       Thirteen

       Fourteen

       Fifteen

       Sixteen

       Seventeen

       Eighteen

       Nineteen

       Twenty

       Twenty-One

       Twenty-Two

       Twenty-Three

       Twenty-Four

       Twenty-Five

       Epilogue

       Acknowledgments

Praise for Roni Loren

      “Hot and romantic, with an edge of suspense.”

      —Shayla Black, national bestselling author

      “With her debut erotic romance Crash Into You, Roni Loren has penned a sexy, sizzling tale that is sure to have readers begging for more! Reid is the dominant hero of Brynn’s BDSM fantasies, she is the only submissive for him, and neither has been able to forget the love and blazing passion they once shared. But these two will have to brave old hurts, painful secrets, and new danger before they can be together. I can’t wait for Roni Loren’s next tantalizing story!”

      —Jo Davis, author of I Spy a Dark Obsession

      “Revved up and red-hot sexy, Crash Into You delivers a riveting romance!”

      —Lorelei James, New York Times bestselling author of the Rough Riders series and the Blacktop Cowboys series

ONE

      Don the gas masks and cue the mushroom cloud. Brynn’s date was spiraling toward DEFCON 1—imminent disaster. In the brief time it had taken her to down three hors d’oeuvres, her sexy doctor had tumbled from fantasy fodder to potential therapy ­client.

      Dr. Depressed propped his elbows on the table and leaned forward, his brows knitted. “I don’t know what I did wrong. One minute we’re in love and planning the future, the next I catch her in the copy room with her arms wrapped around the pharmaceutical sales rep.”

      Brynn frowned as tears gathered behind his glasses. Oh, hell. She couldn’t have another guy cry on her. That’d be the second one this month. She was becoming the Barbara Walters of dating—taking a perfectly put-together person and reducing him to tears without trying. She reached across the table and gave his hand a quick squeeze. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. It sounds like she took advantage of what a nice guy you are.”

      He stared at her for