Owen : Special Forces: Operation Alpha

Summary: Owen Cullen was a dream. Not a dream come true because I'd never dared to dream. He was my wildest fantasy, a hallucination, a delusion. The handsome man who'd saved my life-twice. He was a real-life hero, and I was...what was I? Filth, that was what I was. The daughter of a gangster, the niece of the reigning king of Chicago's underground. I tried my best not to fall in love with Owen. I tried not to mistake his kindness. I tried to remember the lessons of my youth: Love was a weakness. Sex was a weapon. It didn't work. I fell in love. Then my uncle found me, and I ruined everything. Natasha. It was a fake name. One she'd made up on the fly when my team had rescued her from a life worse than death. She had no place to go, so I took her home. It was supposed to be temporary, just until we learned who she was. But the woman proved to be stubborn and kept her secrets buried deep. She'd lived with me for months, and every day the pull of her called to me. I was living a nightmare of my own making. I didn't trust women, especially the one sleeping in my guest bedroom. I'd fought the good fight. I'd held out for as long as I could. Then all of her secrets came out, but it was too late. I was in too deep. Natasha, the beautiful woman with no last name, was mine. But she had a last name-Pollaski. --