Wood by Hannah Green

Nick Jones is tall, dark, handsome, and wickedly charming. When he’s around, women fall to their knees and companies hand over the keys to their virtual kingdoms. His cybersecurity company, Protectorate, is expanding in new and financially lucrative directions. So why is he cloistered in a church, burning? (That fire, there’s nothing figurative about it.) Let’s just say he’s a man with bloody secrets. He’s not the only one.

As Nick Jones’s newest employee, Tess Callaghan is too busy not drowning to fall into his lap. She’s a single mother—divorced, she’d tell you, although that’s not entirely accurate—who spends more nights in the ER than in her own bed. The last thing she needs is a Nick-shaped distraction. He’s a creature of the night. She’s scared of the dark. The only place their worlds collide is in Protectorate’s parking garage during that sliver of time we call twilight.