Fiction. Romance. Zeth Mayfair is pretty much the very last thing I need in my life. And yet with every breath I take he becomes more engrained in every aspect of it:He has a key to my house.He knows where I work.He dumped his strange, mentally traumatized housemate on my doorstep and has driven off into the sunset in search of my missing sister.I want to forget him. Want to change the locks and blot out his face, scourge his very name from my memory. The problem is that I also need him. I need him more than I need air to breath, and I can't be without him now.He owns me.He torments me.He's fractured me.